Fu Heng's steps were sluggish due to the drunkenness, and he also fell to the bed, and he wanted to be close to Xintong. It was the first time that she had such close contact with the lover of her dreams, and the shyness and anxiety unique to girls crawled into her heart. Fu Heng's eyes were twinkling.
Shadow, under the candlelight, the pearl flowers on Xintong's head glowed with a blurred soft light, and he whispered: "Tang'er..."
A low call made Xintong's mood fall to the bottom. The feelings that he had worked hard for so long and almost sacrificed his life were denied by him, "Brother Fu, I am Xintong." Fu Heng seemed not to have heard.
, still caressing her cheek, "Tang'er, I will treat you well in the future and not let you and the child suffer any injustice." This sentence was like a muffled thunder that penetrated her whole body, making her tremble all over, "You guys have
You have a child? What about me, I don’t matter in your heart.”
"Tang'er, I love you."
"I'm not, I'm not..." Something hot flowed out of the corner of Xintong's eyes. It turns out that I will also be really heartbroken and shed tears. Since I can't get into your heart even though I try so hard, then find another way and let me be yours.
The woman next to her. She closed her eyes, quietly unbuttoned her clothes, and exposed her shoulders. Her smooth skin was like a piece of exquisite porcelain under the candlelight. Abandoning the girl's unique reserve, she gently placed Fu Heng on the couch.
The slender fingertips traced his handsome face, eyes, and the tip of his nose. He murmured, "Don't make trouble."
She smiled helplessly, leaned on Fu Heng, took off her clothes, leaving only a pair of pink clothes, slowly lowered her head, and tried to kiss his lips, the movements were jerky but passionate. Fu Heng
Under the instigation of drunkenness, he only regarded her as his wife, climbed to her waist with his hands, and began to respond to her. Xintong's lips slightly raised, and began to undress her beloved man, imitating the secret love affairs she had seen in Wanfu's backyard.
Maybe she never thought that she, who despised them so much at that time, would do something worse than them today, trying to stay by his side forever by acting as his sweetheart's wife.
Whether it's money, reputation, status, or something else, even she can't tell the difference.
The intimacy between the two was very short, because Fu Heng fell into a deep sleep after kissing her back. Xintong smiled bitterly and hugged him, sleeping together in bed. This was the first time, and probably the last time, too.
After tonight, he should live for her original pursuit. The evil woman who sold her into a wealthy family once said that a man's love is only a matter of fingers, and a woman can only be happy if she has money and power.
She blew out the lights and waited for the bright morning glow of tomorrow with good expectations.
Since two adults from the Fucha family were attending court early, everyone in the house had the habit of getting up early. Yutang got along well with Fu Heng yesterday, so she got up early today and prepared court clothes to send them off, hoping to give him a surprise.
The moment the servant opened the door for him, he was shocked, but as for the joy, it was someone else. The cold wind in the morning poured into the house, and the two beautiful people on the bed were awakened. Xintong's slender ankles and fair skin
Her shoulders were exposed outside the brocade quilt, and Fu Heng's upper body was naked. The arm on her shoulders was suddenly retracted, with a look of shock on his face, and he said to Xintong: "Why is it you! Tang'er, listen to my explanation!
"
Yutang's fingers trembled slightly, and she grabbed the court clothes that Jiyue was holding and threw them at Fu Heng. Her words were full of sarcasm, "Put them on in the middle hall quickly, so as not to catch a cold and miss the time to go to court!" and ordered the servants.
"Go back to Fujin to report that there is a happy event happening at home!" Then he left quickly, as if he would be involved in that sordid scene a moment later. Jiyue followed behind, peeking at the stern expression on her face.
He had a look on his face, not daring to say a word.
After learning about this, Li Rongbao's face darkened, "This guy is too unreasonable. I will go to court with him first, and I will leave the family affairs to my wife." Zhuang Fujin threw the powder box on the case, revealing a ten-year-old face.
With a look of disdain and resentment that I haven't seen in years, "This girl is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. I thought she wouldn't be so bold. It's really disgusting!" Cheng'er remained silent, "Master, what are you going to do?" "This matter is very difficult.
, if it were the girl next to her, it would be fine to send some money, but she was kind to Heng'er, and handling it hastily would inevitably damage the reputation of the Fucha family. Furthermore, Yutang's child, although usually filial and docile, is also extremely stubborn.
Yes, that’s all, I can’t help but risk my old face!”
Zhuang Fujin ordered people to bring Xintong to the flower hall. Once the doors were closed, it was as dark as a secret room. "Fujin, it's Xintong's fault. Xintong is willing to be punished!" Zhuang Fujin held the tea cup and piled it up.
With a smile on his face, he said, "Oh? What's wrong with you? Let me tell you." "Xintong couldn't sleep last night. When she saw the servant carrying wine, and it was already late at night, she asked him to go back to rest and do the work for her.
Unexpectedly, when the wine was delivered, Brother Fu was already tipsy and asked me to drink with her. Later... Xintong became drunk. I have no idea what happened."
"It's Heng'er who is confused, so what's your fault? Right and wrong are not what I want to delve into right now. Let's talk about how to end this matter."
When Cheng'er invited Yutang to the flower hall, she heard Xintong crying with tears in her eyes, pear blossoms with rain, and she looked pitiful. Yutang said, she was already used to this trick, Yingying bowed and said, "My wife, please say hello to E Niang."
!" "Come!" Zhuang Fujin deliberately asked her to sit next to him and looked at Xintong who was kneeling below.
Yutang knew what she meant, but he didn't take advantage of it at all. "What is E Niang doing? If something like this happened, what else would a girl like her know besides being frightened?" As early as Cheng'er went to invite her.
At that time, she knew that this matter was not a big deal. Xintong's identity was embarrassing. Zhuang Fujin had always been thinking about the overall situation and put the reputation of the Fucha family first. He asked her to come because he wanted to give her a name. He took it as nothing more than
Just going with the flow.
Zhuang Fujin held her hand and said, "Yes, my wife, you are a virtuous person and take the overall situation into consideration. Now that the matter has come out, we should also think of a countermeasure to silence the public. In your opinion, what position should I give her?
Is the position suitable?" Yutang smiled faintly, "But it's up to my mother to make the decision." Zhuang Fujin glanced at the first man and said, "Xintong, you are rich. Young Fujin is willing to make the decision to accept you. From now on, you have to
Respect Young Fujin, know the rules of honor and inferiority, fulfill your duty as a concubine, and serve Heng'er well."
Concubine? Xintong had calculated everything, but she failed to calculate this move. Jiang Guo was still too old. Although Zhuang Fujin promised her to join the family, he did not give her the status of Xiang Fujin. Everything was in vain. His deliberate efforts last night
, it’s just a different name in this mansion. Thinking of this, she couldn’t help tightening her knuckles, clawing hard at the ground, and gritted her teeth and said: "Thank you Fujin, Young Fujin for your kindness! I will remember your teachings!"