She hadn't seen him for half a year, and she wasn't sure if he no longer lived here.
She had the door code, so she opened the door, went up to the second floor, and entered their bedroom.
There was a huge painting in front of the bed, and it was of her. She was sitting quietly on the balcony of the apartment where she had lived for a long time, surrounded by lush flowers and plants. It was dusk, and the gentle light enveloped her. She was smiling softly.
Wen Qiao felt a little choked up.
For many days and nights, he lay in bed, looking at the painting in front of him to relieve his longing.
There were two pillows on the bed and a photo on the bedside table, which was a photo of him and her.
There are traces of her life everywhere here.
She opened the bedside table and saw a big red invitation.
It's a wedding invitation.
Wen Qiao's heart suddenly choked. Could it be that Fu Nanli had forgotten her in the past six months? Was he going to marry someone else
She dialed his cell phone number, but no one answered.
Wen Qiao went out. It was raining outside. She didn't care about anything else and rushed to Fu Nanli's company.
There was no obstruction and no one dared to stop her.
Wen Qiao went to the 58th floor and broke into his office without even knocking on the door.
The office was also empty, and Fiona hurried in: "Miss Wen, you... why are you here?"
"Where's Fu Nanli?"
"Boss Fu is in a meeting."
"When will he finish?"
"That... I'm not sure. It's the mid-year financial meeting."
Wen Qiao sat in his office waiting for him. There were lightning and thunder, and the rain was heavy. She felt uneasy and even thought about whether she should let go if Fu Nanli really had another woman.
Wait until 8:30 in the evening.
The office door opened, Wen Qiao suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Fu Nanli, and a beautiful and intelligent woman standing next to him.
For a moment, her voice became hoarse and she was unable to speak.
She had originally thought that even if he already had a girlfriend, she would still try to win him over, but now, she was not so confident anymore.
Although she had her own reasons, she broke up with him without explaining anything.
She had it all her own fault.
Wen Qiao looked at Fu Nanli. He hadn't seen him for half a year, and he was still the same, even more handsome. For some reason, she felt like she had fallen in love with him at first sight.
Fu Nanli stood there, saying nothing, with a stern look on his face. His deep eyes made Wen Qiao feel inexplicably uneasy.
She hurried out, and as she passed him, she said, "Excuse me."
Just about to open the door and go out.
Someone grabbed his wrist, and a deep voice came from him: "You get out first."
Then he saw the woman beside him retreat obediently.
The night was thick and the lights in his office were a little dim. Wen Qiao looked up and saw his gaze, deep and turbulent. It seemed that there were thousands of words in his eyes, but he didn't know which one to say first.
"Are you getting married?"
It was Wen Qiao who spoke first.
Fu Nanli's stern face relaxed a little, and anger filled his eyes: "What?"
"I said, are you getting married?"
Fu Nanli's eyes were filled with turmoil: "Have you been to my place?"
"yes."
Fu Nanli held her wrist tightly: "If I say yes, what are you going to do?"
What he hoped was that she would say that she would stop him from getting married or even come to steal his bride.
But Wen Qiao lowered his eyes: "Then I wish you happiness."
Mr. Fu almost exploded with anger: "Wish me happiness? Wen Qiao, you want to wish me happiness? You want me to marry another woman?"
Wen Qiao raised her eyes to look at him: "What do you mean I hope you marry another woman? It's you who wants to marry another woman, and I bless you, isn't that good enough?"
Fu Nanli's face turned pale: "Am I nothing in your heart? You still want me to be happy with another woman."
Wen Qiao: "Aren't you being unreasonable? What do you want me to say?"
Fu Nanli pressed the man against the wall and said, "Aren't you going to fight for it?"
Wen Qiao thought thoughtfully: "Wouldn't that make me the third party?"
This successfully angered Fu Nanli, "The position of Mrs. Fu has always been yours. Who else can I marry except you?"
Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment: "But...but there is a wedding invitation in your bedside table."
"You didn't even open it to take a look, and you think I'm going to marry another woman?"
Wen Qiao continued to be confused: "Isn't this your wedding invitation?"
Fu Nanli gnashed his teeth in anger: "Who should I marry?"
"That girl just now was pretty good."
Mr. Fu was on the verge of going crazy: "That's my employee."
Wen Qiao finally came to his senses: "So whose wedding invitation is that?"
"It belongs to Ji Xianzheng."
Wen Qiao: "Ah? He's getting married? To whom?"
"And his secretary."
Wen Qiao: "Oh, then... Please tell them a message for a long and happy marriage."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes at her and asked, "What are you doing here today?"
Outside the French window, the wind and rain were blowing. Wen Qiao mustered up his courage and said, "I'm here to win back your heart, Mr. Fu."
Fu Nanli's eyes instantly became tender.
"Wen Qiao, my heart has always been with you, how can you win my heart back?"
Wen Qiao stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.
Even though the world has changed, he is still waiting for her there.
How could she have deserved this
At night, in Fu Nanli's apartment, the girl was sitting on the sofa, and the young man was teaching her a lesson mercilessly with one hand in his pocket and pointing at her head with the other.
"Do you want to piss me off to death, Wen Qiao?"
Wen Qiao gave him a guilty look.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you take on all of this by yourself? What if something happens to you?"
Wen Qiao spread his hands: "Look, nothing happened to me, and I have obtained evidence that I did not kill your father. I have handed it over to the police, and the police have already detained He Xihuai."
This is the biggest regret in Fu Nanli's heart: "You should have told me, I can cooperate with you in acting."
Wen Qiao pursed her lips and said, "When you dealt with Fu Jiang before, you lied about a plane accident, but you didn't tell me, did you?"
"Wen Qiao, are you taking revenge on me?"
Wen Qiao raised her hand quickly: "I'm not taking revenge on you. Why didn't you tell me at the beginning? It was because you were afraid that I would worry. The reason why I didn't tell you now is also because I'm afraid you will worry. I'm not sure if I can succeed. We all know what kind of person He Xihuai is. What if he makes a desperate move..."
Fu Nanli remained silent.
Wen Qiao added: "This is about your father. I don't want you to get involved. If you get involved, I won't be able to explain to your mother and grandfather when the time comes."
Fu Nanli held her hand tightly: "Don't hide anything from me in the future."
Wen Qiao: “Yeah, okay.”
The police went to He Xihuai's villa and handcuffed him.
He looked at Theresa with a gloomy look, and Theresa felt guilty.
He Xihuai chuckled softly: "Did you tell Wen Qiao?"
Theresa almost knelt down: "I don't want you to make the same mistake again and again. Wen Qiao is not that easy to control."
He Xihuai raised his eyebrows: "I didn't say anything, you don't have to be so scared."
Theresa was too guilty to look at him.
He Xihuai laughed at himself: "Forget it, the pentagram is what it is, I can't force it, maybe it shouldn't belong to me in the first place. There is a bottle of medicine on the bedside table in my bedroom, let Wen Qiao inject it into her body, and she won't be troubled by my blood in the future."
He was taken away on a rainy night.
Theresa stood at the door, looking at the man, wondering, was the child personality that was forced out by Wen Qiao just now real, or was he just acting
neither knows.
Fu Xianyuan was not killed by Wen Qiao, and the truth of the incident was finally revealed.
During this period, even though they believed that Wen Qiao caused Fu Xianyuan's death, the Fu family, including Mr. Fu and Ye Minqiu, did not make things difficult for Wen Qiao.
Although he was not polite to her verbally, he never retaliated against her in private.
Wen Qiao knew that the Fu family had always been like this, cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Fu Nanli took her to his father's grave and presented her with a bouquet of flowers.
It was winter when he died, and now it is summer, Wen Qiao's favorite season.
She presented a bouquet of chrysanthemums and observed a minute's silence.
In fact, I didn’t say anything in my heart, I just hoped that he could rest in peace.
A man who has wandered for half his life can finally rest in peace in the Fu family cemetery. Not far away is the mansion where he grew up and his family are. Perhaps, for him, this is enough.
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Wen Qiao, Fu Nanli and her family went to watch the final of the variety show that Wen Mo participated in.
Wen Chi chuckled: "I looked over and saw that my little Mo had definitely won the championship."
Su Yun sighed softly: "Child, be more modest."
Wen Qiao said: "Our Xiao Mo will definitely win the championship."
Su Yun was speechless: "Why are you so similar to Xiao Chi?"
The brother and sister said in unison: "That's because we have confidence in Xiao Mo."
Fu Nanli looked at Wen Qiao with a smile.
With the help of the brother and sister, in the two-hour competition, Wen Mo was far ahead in various events, getting the highest score in every event, and won the championship of tonight's final with a crushing advantage.
Wen Chi said proudly: "Mom, did you see that? I told you Xiao Mo can do it."
Su Yun just clapped her hands and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, Xiao Mo is amazing."
Wen Qiao leaned on Fu Nanli and couldn't stop clapping his hands.
Flowers, honors, applause, everything came flooding in, and Wen Mo finally dared to speak on the stage.
He didn't speak fluently, but he mentioned his sister at the end: "I am most grateful to my sister, Wen Qiao, for bringing me back from my lonely planet and allowing me to live a normal life. Thank you."
Wen Qiao's eyes were slightly wet, and Fu Nanli leaned over and kissed her forehead: "You not only brought him back, but also another person. Thank you very much."
After all the contestants and staff had left, only the Wen family and Fu Nanli were left in the studio.
Wen Qiao held Fu Nanli's hand and said, "Let's go too."
"Wait a moment."
Wen Qiao saw from the corner of his eye that Fu Nanli's mother, grandfather, and grandmother were the most important people to him.
Fu Nanli stood up, tall and slender. Wen Qiao then noticed that he was dressed very formally today, wearing a suit over a white shirt.
Suddenly, he half-knelt down.
Wen Chi said, "Fuck, brother-in-law, are you going to propose to my sister?"
Su Yun covered his mouth with her hand, and Uncle Ji patted his head: "Be careful with your words in this kind of situation."
Fu Nanli looked at her devoutly, with unprecedented tenderness and solemnity.
"Wen Qiao, marry me."
Her family, his family, were all there.
He knew what she valued most: small and cozy, without the need for a grand ceremony or announcement to the world.
Many scenes flashed through Wen Qiao's mind. She remembered that the first time she saw him, he was in a coma after a car accident. She also remembered that she lied for the first time and claimed to be his girlfriend.
The thread of emotion is thus entangled.
After that, I couldn't sort it out anymore.
All eager eyes were on her.
Wen Qiao stretched out his hand and smiled contentedly: "I do."
(End of this chapter)