Chapter 89: Chapter 89
Shen Jianian was utterly baffled: "Have you had too much to drink?"
Her tone was not good, and in the past, Fu Jichen would have been angry. However, hearing her voice now only made him feel relaxed, and all the scheming at the dining table was completely forgotten.
He asked again, "What are you doing?"
It seemed like he heard the sound of the wind. Was she outside?
As long as Fu Jichen didn’t bring up going to Beicheng, Shen Jianian softened her tone and carefully said, "I accompanied Aunt Zhen to the supermarket this afternoon to buy ingredients for tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve dinner. I ate a lot of deli food and pastries at the supermarket, so I’m not hungry for dinner. I just had a little bit and now I’m out walking the dogs."
This was also why she hadn’t answered his call for a long time; she was walking three dogs by herself and couldn’t free her hands.
Fu Jichen chuckled, "The estate is so big. They can stroll wherever they want. Do you really need to walk them? I think you’re just idle."
"It’s the holidays, isn’t it all about being idle?" Shen Jianian retorted bluntly.
Over the phone, Fu Jichen couldn’t reach her, so some words didn’t need much thinking.
Fu Jichen snorted coldly, "Am I not there, and you’re living quite freely?"
"Do you really have to ask?"
Just as Shen Jianian finished speaking, she suddenly screamed. On the phone, there was a burst of chaotic noise, which made Fu Jichen frown. Before he could ask what was happening, he heard her gasping and shouting, "Benben, slow down! Big sister is going to be dragged down by you—"
Fu Jichen’s heart, which was lifted, settled down.
Just hearing her voice, he could imagine the scene of her being dragged by the dog, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
The room door was symbolically knocked twice and then pushed open.
Fu Yuling came in carrying a wooden tray. Seeing Fu Jichen sitting in the sofa chair by the window with such a clear smile on his lips, even from a distance at the door, she could immediately notice it. He supported his chin with one hand, and in the other, hanging off the armrest, he held a lit cigarette, with quite a long ash.
On the glass table in front of him was a phone, as if he was on a call, looking very relaxed.
Fu Yuling steadied herself and said, "Mom was worried you didn’t eat enough for dinner, so she instructed the kitchen to make some of your favorite dishes again and asked me to bring them up."
Fu Jichen’s smile slowly faded. He lifted his hand, and the long segment of ash broke and fell.
"Take it down, I’m not hungry."
"Liar, you barely ate at the dinner table. I guess you didn’t eat much on the plane at noon either."
Fu Yuling didn’t listen to him, bent over to place the tray on the glass table, and sneakily glanced at his phone, which confirmed her guess.
The screen showed he was on a call, with the speaker on.
The person on the other end of the call was his rumored girlfriend, Shen Jianian.
Just then, Shen Jianian’s voice came from the phone, hurried and impatient, "Fu Jichen, I’m not going to talk to you, I can’t hold onto the dogs."
Fu Jichen seemed accustomed to it. He picked up the phone from the table and reminded, "Take care of yourself, it’s cold outside, and come back early."
There was no response from the other side, just the sound of running footsteps.
Fu Jichen waited a bit and then hung up the phone.
Fu Yuling’s eyes deepened with meaning. In her imagination, even if her brother had a woman, it would be the woman who went to great lengths to placate him, agreeing to everything, and respecting him. Who would have thought that the two of them would interact this way in private?
Surprisingly, her brother didn’t mind at all.
It completely overturned Fu Yuling’s understanding.
She leaned sideways against the table’s edge, arms crossed, and asked him, "What’s going on with Shen Jianian and Pei Che? I’ve seen the news. Brother, are you not worried about being cuckolded? I heard how Shen Jianian talked to you on the phone; it didn’t sound like she likes you much. What kind of girlfriend talks to her boyfriend in that tone?"
"Are you done?" Fu Jichen ground out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, his eyes coldly glancing at her, "If you’re done, get out. In the future, don’t enter without permission after knocking. I haven’t even talked to you about you messing with my phone."
On his phone, her name was clearly saved as "Fu Yuling," but somehow it had been changed to "Yuling."
Apart from her, no one else was so bored.
Fu Yuling rarely called him. She always liked to send ridiculous things on WeChat, which he never replied to, so he hadn’t noticed the change in the caller ID.
If it hadn’t been for the last time when Shen Jianian answered a call from her, he might not have realized she had secretly tampered with his phone.
Fu Yuling pouted her lips so much as to hang an oil pot from them: "There’s no brother who treats his real sister ."