Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 344 - 325: Zhou Family’s Young Lady

The next morning, Shen Jianian was still in her dream when she vaguely heard Fu Jichen on the phone with someone, seemingly saying he would move the morning meeting to the afternoon...

Shen Jianian slowly lifted her eyelids, and saw Fu Jichen coming out of the dressing room while on the phone, adjusting the cuff of his shirt with the hand not holding the phone.

So she wasn’t dreaming; he was actually on the phone.

Fu Jichen glanced at the bed, locking eyes with the person who had just woken up. His action of fastening the cufflink paused slightly, and a light smile appeared in his dark eyes. He took the phone away from his ear, hung up, and said to Shen Jianian, "It’s about time to get up."

Shen Jianian turned over half a circle in bed, the quilt wrapped around her waist, and lay on the pillow: "Don’t want to get up."

Fu Jichen walked to the bedside, bent over directly, and dug her out of the quilt, carrying her with large strides toward the dressing room.

Shen Jianian hung upside down over the man’s shoulder, feeling a dizzying swoon. She pounded his back with her fists and screamed incoherently, fully awake now.

Once inside the dressing room, Fu Jichen put her down, took a white dress from the wardrobe, and handed it to her: "Wear this."

Shen Jianian saw the white dress and recalled the photo she saw on Fu Jianfang’s phone last night. There, Miss Zhou wore an off-shoulder white dress and sat beside Fu Jichen, with a dab of cream on her nose, looking playful and animated, and smiled so gently and sweetly, her eyes seemingly shining with stars.

"I don’t want to wear this," Shen Jianian didn’t explain the real reason, only said, "It’s not nice."

Fu Jichen put the dress back, picked another for her, still a white dress but in a different style: "How about this one?"

"Not nice either," Shen Jianian criticized.

Fu Jichen didn’t say anything, continued to choose, and the third dress was still white. Shen Jianian pulled a face, almost about to write "unhappy" on it.

"Do you only like white dresses?" Shen Jianian hadn’t realized she was picking a quarrel.

Fu Jichen didn’t find her tantrum wrong, either. He held the white dress against himself, "It matches perfectly with my white shirt, doesn’t it? The background for the ID photo is red, wearing white is more suitable."

On hearing this, Shen Jianian was slightly stunned. She had been overwhelmed by jealousy, forgetting about the ID photos, her mind filled with the two photos from yesterday.

After a night, the details of those two photos were still etched clearly in her mind, impossible to get rid of. Even though she only took a quick glance then.

Ever since the car accident, her memory hadn’t been good. She didn’t know why she remembered these details so clearly.

Shen Jianian took the white dress and held it in her hand, lips lightly pressed together, and asked him for the last time, "Do you really want to go register with me? Does your family know?"

Fu Jichen reached into his pants pocket, took out his phone, and confirmed the successful marriage registration appointment interface: "I made the appointment last night. Do you want to back out?"

Shen Jianian turned her face away, looking at the full-length mirror beside her. The expression in the mirror was so awkward: "I’m asking you now; just answer me."

Fu Jichen casually placed his phone aside, cupped her face with both hands, setting it straight, and deeply gazed into her eyes: "I am very certain about registering with you. I was sure a long time ago."

Shen Jianian pushed him out of the dressing room, closed the sliding door, and put on the white dress.

After having breakfast at home, Shen Jianian applied light makeup, and Fu Jichen personally drove, taking her to the civil affairs bureau.

When they arrived, the door of the civil affairs bureau was already open. Fu Jichen found a place to park the car, got out, went to the other side, opened the passenger door, and saw Shen Jianian dazedly sitting in the seat without moving, he reminded her: "We’re here."

It was almost nine o’clock, the sunlight was already very bright. Fu Jichen was bathed in the light, with a smile in his brows and eyes. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, the white shirt outlining a crisp backline, making him look elegant and charming, and people passing by couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

He supported the car roof with one hand, slightly bent, and with a teasing tone said, "Shen Jianian, are you only now thinking of backing out?"

Too late, they were already at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau. If she backed out at this moment, he might not be able to help but tie her in.

Shen Jianian tightly clutched the document bag on her leg. Inside were the documents needed for the marriage certificate, both hers and Fu Jichen’s. Only at this moment did she realize that getting the certificate was real, not just talk.

It was false to say she wasn’t nervous. After all, it concerned marriage, the so-called lifelong event, not child’s play. She didn’t know if this decision was too hasty.

Shen Jianian glanced sideways at Fu Jichen, who was waiting by the car for her to get out. He didn’t rush her, just watched her with a gentle and patient smile.

Those two photos uncontrollably flashed through her mind again, and her heart suddenly ached. She was afraid if she didn’t ask now, it would be too late to regret after they got the certificate.

It was too sunny outside. Shen Jianian saw sweat forming on Fu Jichen’s fair forehead. She felt a bit unbearable, fingering the edge of the document bag, and said in a negotiating tone, "Get in the car first, I have something to talk to you about."

A trace of barely noticeable panic flashed in Fu Jichen’s eyes. A person who was always decisive, rarely had moments of panic; he was simply afraid Shen Jianian didn’t want to marry him.

"Get in the car, the sun is too strong, it’s very hot," Shen Jianian further explained.

Fu Jichen hesitated for a second, walked around to the driver’s seat, and sat down, closing the car door. After turning off the engine, the car’s cool air hadn’t completely dissipated, and there was still a trace of coolness on the skin.

Shen Jianian handed him a tissue to wipe his sweat. He didn’t accept it, so she leaned over to wipe his forehead for him. Shen Jianian still didn’t know how to ask, retracting her hand and clutching the tissue, staring into his eyes. The temperature on her cheeks rose, and she stumbled as she said, "Last night’s... social gathering, was it business or a private one?"

Fu Jichen imagined she might ask this question, but her current question was completely different from what he had expected, so his initial reaction was confusion: "Last night? Gathering?"

"Yes." The restless hand of Shen Jianian picked at the edge of the document bag, creating a fray.

"It was a business gathering, just having dinner with some clients who are cooperating with Jun Mountain."

"Just having dinner, nothing else?" Shen Jianian knew that such a question really sounded like an irrational ’checkpoint’.

Fu Jichen repeatedly pondered Shen Jianian’s expression. Instead, she felt guilty under his gaze, and looked away. Fu Jichen seemed to touch the edge of a truth: "Did someone tell you something?"

Shen Jianian’s fingers picking at the document bag applied force, almost tearing the fragile paper.

Fu Jichen further speculated: "Was it Fu Jianfang?"

Last night, he asked the manager of that western restaurant for surveillance. Fu Jianfang had met Shen Jianian, and they went to a private room alone. Shen Jianian didn’t stay in the private room for long.

Seeing her silence, Fu Jichen answered her question first: "During the dinner, Chairman Zhou’s daughter also attended, and the serious discussion was almost done..."

The serious discussion was almost done when Chairman Zhou mentioned in passing that it was his daughter’s birthday. To gain business experience, his daughter had even canceled her birthday party.

The others praised that Chairman Zhou’s daughter would surely become a legendary figure in business, just like her father. Miss Zhou blushed at the compliments and smiled shyly.

Chairman Zhou didn’t want to let his precious daughter feel wronged, so he had the hotel prepare a cake in advance and personally lit the candles, letting his daughter make a wish and blow them out. Miss Zhou asked her dad to help take a photo because she wanted to post it on her social media.

Chairman Zhou, doting on his daughter, immediately stood across from her to take the photo with his phone. Miss Zhou dabbed a bit of cream on her nose with her finger and tilted her head with a smile for the camera.

She sat next to Fu Jichen, and inevitably, he was also included in the shot. It wouldn’t have mattered, but as Miss Zhou got her phone back from her father, her elbow accidentally knocked over a wine glass, staining her white skirt with a wine spot. She apologized to everyone present before stepping out to deal with her skirt.

After Miss Zhou left, a waiter came to serve the soup, clumsily knocking the ladle out of the bowl, and the long-handled ladle rolled right onto Fu Jichen.

His suit was open and didn’t get affected, but his shirt and trousers were covered with the mess.

If it had been anything else, it would have been fine. But the thick, sauce-like soup was sticky and unbearable for someone with a cleanliness obsession. The dinner was still ongoing, and he couldn’t just walk away, so he called Qu Mo to bring up the spare clothes from the car.

Fu Jichen opened a room to change his clothes. As he swiped the card and walked in while unbuttoning his shirt, he suddenly found a woman lying on the bed.

The woman was none other than Miss Zhou, whom he had seen earlier at the gathering. After leaving the private room, she hadn’t returned and was now resting here.

Fu Jichen’s expression froze for a second, quickly turning his back without carefully looking at the person on the bed. He buttoned up his shirt again, his face cold, silently scolding the hotel staff for assigning him a room that was already occupied.

He stepped away, and at this moment, the person on the bed sat up, wearing only a cool, sexy white silk strap dress, and spoke in a voice so soft it could drip water: "Mr. Fu, you...why are you here?"

The man, facing away from her, did not turn back. His tone was hurried, as if behind him wasn’t a stunning beauty but a terrifying flood monster: "A mistake by the hotel staff."