Mr. Fu's little ancestor was reborn

Chapter 281 282: Do you know Shiyue?

Cheng Wen's first wife was born into a wealthy family, and she was also the daughter of a wealthy family in the capital. As for Shi Yue, her birth was unknown, and the capital could not find out what kind of family she came from.

An artist who has been practicing abroad for several years wants to be on an equal footing with a young lady who has been cultivated by a wealthy aristocrat for decades. This is either a fantasy or a fantasy.

And Jiang Yi's voice as "Mrs. Cheng" almost made people laugh out loud.

Apart from other things, there were only a handful of people who could offend Cheng Wen.

But there are always people who dare to offend, such as Fu Xiting.

As soon as Jiang Yi's wife came out, Fu Xiting reached out and patted Jiang Yi's head. His doting tone echoed in the studio: "Silly girl, you are calling someone for nothing."

Do you think that's all?

Not really.

After Fu Xiting finished talking about Jiang Yi, he turned his eyes to Shiyue, looked at her and her thoughts and said, "Ms. Shi will laugh."

Fu Xiting's move forced Shiyue to slap him in the face, and there was a snap------.

But Shiyue didn't dare not to fight, after all, Cheng Wen is Cheng Wen, and Fu Xiting is Fu Xiting.

In the contest between the financial sponsor and the father, the winner and loser are clear at a glance.

Shi Yue stepped forward and gently took Cheng Wen's arm. Wen Ya smiled and shook her head lightly: "It doesn't matter, I'm not Mrs. Cheng. Just a title can't prove anything."

Look, it's just a title, it doesn't prove anything. It's so interesting to say this.

It not only elevates oneself, but also degrades others.

It's just that Jiang Yiming felt that this man's eyes were focused on him when he said these words.

She withdrew her gaze and raised her eyes to look at Fu Xiting. The man caught her gaze, lowered his head and looked back. Without saying a word, he gently kissed her nose: "Don't look at me, look at the paintings and pick out what you like."

Jiang Yi's eyes faintly retracted. The former Fu Xiting's hand stood in front of a portrait. In the northwest countryside, on the high loess slopes, endless dust was about to hit the people who were working. The whole painting looked depressing, sad, and about to be destroyed.

The feeling of powerlessness swallowed by death.

"The rich are praising suffering, while the suffering people just want to live in peace. Mr. Fu, I don't like these portraits."

She walked around those war-torn areas and saw too many lives passing by, too many people who were struggling to live, and too many people who were helpless in front of life. No one wanted to suffer this, but there was nothing they could do about it.

, must endure this suffering.

Those who struggle to live end up becoming rich people's sentimental objects. Humanity? It's really hard to say.

You say they have compassionate hearts, but they put aside the sorrow of others and don't mention how difficult their lives are. Instead, they talk about art.

You say they are cruel and ruthless, but they will donate money and materials to you under the guise of charity.

All in all, they entertain you when they need you and give you alms when they feel sorry for you. This is the sadness of those people.

"In this world, every species exists for a reason. None of us can avoid what is happening and what will happen in the future. Suffering is not worthy of praise, but there is also art in suffering, Beethoven, Hawking, Helen Keller

, Sanglan, it’s all like this.”

When Jiang Yi heard Shi Yue's words, he straightened his back and didn't turn around at all. He didn't even look at Shi Yue: "If people who have suffered hardship become artists, it is naturally worthy of praise. If people with sound limbs

Becoming an artist by praising the suffering of others is something that should be despised.

Miss Shi, your paintings are very good, but Jiang really disagrees with your understanding of life. Only people who are in suffering can truly paint great works. Beethoven is only excellent because he is deaf.

Ms. Shi painted these works not because she was disabled, but because she wanted to express herself through other people's stories."

When Jiang Yi's words, which sounded like comments, fell into silence, even Fu Xiting's eyes were a little surprised.

He had never doubted Jiang Yi's knowledge. She once said that she could read the Four Books and Five Classics at the drop of a hat. This was a professional habit and had become a subconscious memory.

The reason why he was surprised today was because Jiang Yi commented on Shiyue's paintings and people in suffering in an extremely indifferent manner.

The Jiang Yi in front of me is like a wise man who tolerates all things after experiencing the vicissitudes of the world. He has an invisible way and always has a heart of compassion.

Respect life and respect the reincarnation of the world.

Like Guanyin standing on the Buddhist altar.

My heart goes out to those suffering people.

It was probably because the venue was too quiet. Jiang Yi slowly turned around and looked at the people standing behind him. His eyes wandered back to Shi Yue: "It's just an objective comment. Miss Shi won't mind, right?"

Don't you mind?

No, no, Shiyue thought to herself, she really cares.

Her years of hard work were criticized as worthless in Jiang Yi's mouth.

It's like she is a thief who specializes in stealing other people's lives to become famous.

But at this time, she couldn't get angry, and she couldn't refute Jiang Yi's useless words that belittled her.

Shiyue was silent for a moment.

Jiang Yi spoke again, with a hint of moral kidnapping: "If criticism is not free, praise is meaningless."

Shiyue Shanran smiled: "Of course I accept Mr. Jiang's opinion wholeheartedly. Everyone has a different view of suffering. One hundred readers are one hundred Hamlets."

Jiang Yi slowly looked away from her.

With a faint smile always hanging on the corner of his lips, Fu Xiting stood aside, looking at her with his hands behind his hands, his eyes were like an old father looking at his own daughter.

A child with a promising future.

Today's game was written specifically for Fu Xiting.

The partners were looking for an opportunity to meet, but they didn't expect that this opportunity was full of loopholes.

The guests were sipping champagne and drinking wine in the studio, while the hosts were making love to each other in the bathroom.

Shiyue seemed to know that things were not done well, so she followed Chengwen while he was in the bathroom.

Seeing someone standing in front of the sink washing his hands, he apologetically pulled out two pieces of paper and handed them over: "Are you blaming me?"

Chengwen glanced at Shiyue through the mirror. It was impossible not to blame him, but the woman in front of him was indeed smarter than the average person. When encountering differences, he did not choose to argue, but bowed his head and apologized in a timely manner and offered solutions.

method.

This is better than many brainless women in the capital.

Shiyue's hand holding the paper froze in place for a moment, unable to move up or down. Chengwen didn't reach out to pick it up, so she didn't dare to put it down. She probably knew that Chengwen was angry at the moment, and if he didn't pick it up, she would have to find another way.

, if you accept it, it will be easy to say.

Chengwen stared at her with a bit of indifference. After three or five seconds, he pulled out the tissue in Shiyue's hand and said, "What do you think?"

Shiyue felt relieved, but her tone was still gentle: "I did not handle this matter well. If there is a remedy, I am willing to fully cooperate with Cheng Dong."

Chengwen did what Shiyue did. He reached out and crumpled the tissue in his hand and threw it into the trash can. His tone was a bit contemptuous: "You are not stupid."

"Fu Xiting's wife is not easy to take care of. If you can deal with her, this matter will not be far from success."

"Understood," Shi Yue is a smart person after all, and can understand everything at once.

Chengwen glanced at her and left the bathroom first.

When Shiyue went out, on the balcony beside the corridor, the balcony door was wide open, and a faint smell of smoke drifted in.

Mixed with human voices.

"It's really interesting. People who come from aristocratic families are still from aristocratic families. Even if Jiang Yi is not outstanding in aristocratic families, when he comes to Shiyue, he is still a loser."

"Who says it isn't?"

"I was slapped in the face for showing off my knowledge. Mr. Fu stood aside and looked like he was watching the battle, just to protect his wife."

"No matter how much Chengwen likes Shiyue, he will not offend Dong Fu for her. The real wife is not comparable to Xiaosan'er."

"The vice-president of Dongting Jitu said that Dong Fu and Mrs. Fu are inseparable, and their deep feelings are difficult to shake. Didn't Shiyue hit the muzzle of the gun naked today?"

"Furthermore, the former negotiator Jiang Fu is also the target of Dong Fu's intention. One is a real wife, and the other is a talent that he admired but could not get. Most people would not dare to play like this."

"But Shiyue is also smart at this time, and she can come around to such a scene."

"How can you get along if you don't have this ability? You can coax Cheng Wen to spend thousands of dollars to buy a little-known work. What can ordinary people do?"

The conversation between the two reached Shiyue's ears without missing a word.

The person standing in the aisle was wearing a lavender dress, and his whole body was shrouded in cold air.

She was just about to leave when she heard someone say: "With the atmosphere like today, in less than two days, someone should come and educate us about who this Miss Shi is."

"Who is so free?"

"Is there still a shortage of idle people in the capital?"

"That's true," a faint laugh sounded, ending the topic.

Shiyue felt the movement on the balcony and then stepped towards the main hall. She was filled with emotions, and she wanted to vent them, but she had to hold them back.

Check her?

Afraid?

Of course I'm not afraid.

On the contrary, I was a little excited.

Isn't she just waiting for this day? If someone can bring back the information from abroad, it will undoubtedly be beneficial to her.

In the hall, Fu Xiting was chatting briefly with his collaborators.

Jiang Yi stood aside and looked at the oil painting hanging on the wall.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone holding champagne slowly walking over and standing next to her.

Before I could see clearly, I only heard a cold and faint mocking sound.

"You really stole the show today."

Xu Song's voice sounded next to her, and Jiang Yi looked sideways at the person he was looking at: "Miss Xu is envious?"

"What do you think?" Xu Song asked.

Jiang Yi's eyes fell on the oil painting, and he sneered and mocked: "Whether you are envious or not really has nothing to do with me."

"If Miss Xu wants to feel present, please don't come to me. I don't like people to daydream in front of me."

Jiang Yi's tone was light and emotionless, and she didn't want to waste too many expressions on Xu Song.

Xu Song seemed to have guessed that Jiang Yi would ridicule him, but he didn't care. He picked up the cup and took a sip of champagne: "Everyone is guessing what grudge you have against Shiyue."

"Mr. Jiang, why don't you satisfy our curiosity?"

Xu Song watched the play and felt it was extremely exciting.

As a bystander, I want to grasp the key points and try to figure it out.

And what about Jiang Yi?

He smiled lightly, looked sideways at Xu Song, and spoke in a deep, almost seductive tone: "Want to know?"

Xu Song raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Yi asked again: "Are you worthy?"

Xu Song:…………

…

When leaving the studio, Cheng Wen shook hands with the couple and said goodbye. When Fu Xiting left, his gentle palm fell on Jiang Yi's waist. The two stood under the street lamp, a gentle and affectionate scene.

When this day came, Xinbei Road was blocked by water. When we left, because it was late, the congestion dispersed. The two people stood under the camphor tree beside the road, waiting for Mr. Fu's car, and the warm yellow lights fell.

With layers of soft light.

Outsiders have never seen Fu Xiting take good care of that woman. Even for Mrs. Fu, everyone only heard about it but did not see it with their own eyes.

But today, in Jiang Yi, they saw the tenderness of this man.

The richest man in the country, his figure and appearance are better than those of top male models, and his temperament is even more extraordinary. For such a rich, handsome and status man, once he is associated with gentleness, it is a fatal poison.

When others saw it, they were all envious.

Some people lamented that Jiang Yi might not have saved the Milky Way, so he could be protected and pampered by Fu Xiting in this life.

Otherwise, how could she do it?

It was the driver's job to open the door, but on this day, they witnessed Mr. Fu opening the door for Mrs. Fu and blocking the door with his hand, as if he was afraid that his lover would knock her head.

There is not a word of love in this man's mouth.

But there is love in every word and deed.

About to get on the bus, Jiang Yi picked up a bottle of water and just opened it and took a sip. Fu Xiting happened to get on the bus from the other side and saw Jiang Yi taking a sip of water.

Fang Chi was driving back to Yu Garden as usual. As soon as he started the car and turned away from the studio, Jiang Yi casually took the water bottle from his lips and said in a casual tone: "Do you have any grudge against Shiyue?"

Fang Chi loosened his grip on the steering wheel and happened to hit the manhole cover on the side of the road. It clicked, and Jiang Yi subconsciously tightened his grip on the water bottle in his hand.

The smile on his lips became a little deeper.

Fang Chi's swaying seemed to indicate that he knew him.

When Fu Xiting heard Jiang Yi's question, his heart tightened. He didn't want Jiang Yi to see the past, whether it was the dirty things Meng Shu did or the bloodshed along the way.

Once people have someone they love, they will deliberately hide some dirty past.

People like Fu Xiting cannot escape this curse.

The man stabilized his mind, his body did not loosen at all, and asked Jiang Yi: "Why do you ask that?"

"Even if Shiyue looks at me deliberately, it can still be seen that she looks at me as if I have robbed her of something she loves most, but the way she looks at you is a bit forbearing,"

It was a kind of forbearance that she wanted but could not get. It was not that she had never seen a woman who admired Fu Xiting, but Shiyue looked at Fu Xiting as if Fu Xiting should belong to her.

Jiang Yi took another sip of water: "Not to mention that she had intentionally approached me before."

(End of chapter)