Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

When Qiao Zhinuan was applying ice compresses, Fu Liangshen also told his story in his ear.

It turned out that as early as two years ago, the plane crashed, and he sank into the sea with everyone and lost consciousness.

It was a fatal accident.

After he woke up, he realized that he was already in a ward.

It turned out that he was saved.

He wanted to come back immediately, but a noble lady walked up to him and pressed her shoulders as she was about to get up.

"She said he was my mother."

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes widened.

She knew Fu Liangshen's life experience.

Fu Liangshen grew up in an orphanage without father or mother.

"She is indeed my mother. I went to check the DNA and got the same answer. I know that I have been looking for my mother for a long time and finally found it, but I am not a little happy because my mother told me , My original identity in China has been completely wiped out, and what greets me is a brand new identity."

An identity carefully crafted for him, without any blemishes or flaws, no blemishes, no black history, no matter who goes to the bottom of it, they can only see an excellent man who grew up under the quiet cultivation of nobles.

Fu Liangshen didn't cooperate.

He didn't want to lose his original identity, he didn't want to completely abandon the past, and he was reluctant to part with his original friends, especially... Qiao Zhinuan.

His lack of cooperation finally angered his mother.

"I called you here this time. Even if there is no such a natural disaster in the plane crash, I will fake an accident and let the original you die in the accident. This is the only way for you to come back. If you don't cooperate now, you will not We have to cooperate!"

The mother called bodyguards to guard his ward day and night, and even the windows were fixed to prevent him from being overwhelmed.

Fu Liangshen has always wanted to go out.

He refused to compromise, even if he knew that his mother was the first-class wife of the M country's royal family, and his father was His Royal Highness the Prince of the M country's royal family, he would not want to.

To him, these two people are completely strange existences, strangers.

And Qiao Zhinuan is the real one.

So what hit him?

It's because of his legs.

He recovered day by day, but there was no strength in his legs.

At first, the doctor said that he hadn't recovered yet and needed to continue training and carry out rehabilitation training.

However, day after day, all the answers were like this, and there was no different rhetoric at all.

This made Fu Liangshen finally suspicious.

He crawled out of the ward privately and finally heard the truth.

The mother was arguing with the doctor in charge: "How on earth do you eat? How can it not be cured!"

The attending doctor lowered his head, "I'm sorry, ma'am, we really did our best."

Standing beside him was His Highness the Prince, his father, who kept patting his mother's shoulder, "Don't worry, this matter has to be taken slowly, Ah Heng's life is taken back."

At this time, Fu Liangshen knew.

He could no longer stand up.

Fu Liangshen returned to the ward and sat on the bed, motionless, his eyes glazed over. Even if the nurse came to ask him to eat, he didn't hear it.

He didn't believe it.

He still forced himself to do rehabilitation training every day, and someone came to support him, but he still couldn't stand up.

There was no strength in the legs, as if the lower limbs had been completely amputated.

He finally gave in.

He told his mother that he accepted this new identity and planned to completely break away from everything before.

Time passed little by little.

Until the end of last year, when he saw that figure walking into the G&R building alone, with such a straight back and calm eyes.

He suddenly realized that he had never forgotten her.

"Minister? Minister?"

Qiao Zhinuan called him softly, interrupting Fu Liangshen's deep thinking.

He said: "Sorry, I think about that time, and my thoughts go far."

Fu Liangshen said: "Sorry, I came back late, I'm afraid... In the past two years, you will blame me, so I didn't dare to tell you."

"Then during the Chinese New Year, you were in the temple on the mountain, right?"

She remembered clearly at that time that her hands had already covered the mask on his face, and she was about to take it off.

"it's me."

Qiao Zhinuan snorted coldly, "Minister, you are really scheming! You have been guiding me step by step, but you still don't want to tell me directly, you want me to discover the truth by myself."

"But," she paused, "I'm still happy."

"Glad you're still alive."

It was already very late, so Fu Liangshen directly asked Qiao Zhinuan to enter the residence for dinner and made supper.

She was really having a good time tonight.

Upstairs, Qu Xiaoling, who was already in her bedroom, heard the voice downstairs. She put on a coat over her pajamas and came out. She grabbed a servant who was passing by and asked, "Young master, are you still asleep?"

"A guest came, and the young master is eating supper with the guest."

"Guest?" Qu Xiaoling asked puzzled.

"Yes, a very pretty lady named Jo."

Qu Xiaoling's eyes widened, and she asked in surprise, "Your name is Qiao?"

In a hurry, she pushed aside the servant who was blocking her and walked down the stairs.

Her gaze passed through the bright living room and landed on the dining room.

On both sides of the long dining table, sat two figures.

Who is that smiling woman who is eating fruit salad if not Qiao Zhinuan!
Qu Xiaoling narrowed her eyes, she took two steps forward, and walked straight over.

"Master, why are you so late..." Qu Xiaoling's eyes fell on Qiao Zhinuan, as if she just noticed her at this moment, "Miss Qiao, you are here..."

She covered her mouth in surprise, and looked at Fu Liangshen again.

Fu Liangshen put down the wine glass in his hand.

"This is my life assistant, Qu Xiaoling, should you spend time?"

Qiao Zhinuan nodded, "I remember."

It was Qu Xiaoling who received her at the G&R Building in Blacka last year.

"Hello, Xiaoling."

"I didn't expect to see you here," Qu Xiaoling said, "It's so late today, is Miss Qiao going back? Why don't you just sleep here for the night?"

Fu Liangshen also said: "It's almost ten o'clock, otherwise you'll stay here for one night, and I'll ask the servant to tidy up a guest room."

Qiao Zhinuan tilted her head and smiled, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Qu Xiaoling turned to look for the servant to give instructions, feeling that the smile on Qiao Zhinuan's face was really hypocritical.

If you didn't fall in love with the young master and wanted to cling to him, you wouldn't have to make such a big circle.

Unfortunately, she originally thought that this woman was kind and all a false mask.

Qiao Zhinuan and Fu Liangshen chatted about the content of the third round of assessment.

"What do you know?" Fu Liang asked deeply.

"I know, you want us to evaluate the works of other contestants, but the name is wrong."

Fu Liang smiled deeply, "I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"I communicated with Ling Yun. I knew it. I also checked with Xu Xiaoxiao and the others. I asked the other party's poor mouth, but I found out that it was not."

Shen Bohe's work belonged to Ning Fangxue, so he asked Ai Xiaoai to ask Ning Fangxue through Cheng Wenwen, but Ning Fangxue refused very proudly.

"How could that kind of manuscript be mine? It's too underestimated my level, I guess I won't even get a passing grade."

You know, Shen Bohe also gave that work a score of 9.01, which in Ning Fangxue's eyes was a passing score.

Fang Ziyue said: "Whoever's work is really under Ning Fangxue's hands will really suffer!"

Fu Liang held his chin deeply, "That's right, this is a temporary change I decided to make before the assessment. What do you think my purpose is?"

"Fairness and justice, whether it has integrated personal emotions," Qiao Zhinuan said, "As a good designer, you must be able to get rid of all distracting thoughts from the outside world."

This is what Fu Liangshen said when he led her into the industry.

A designer, no matter what kind of client he meets or what kind of weird requirements he has, he must try his best to meet them and do his best.

And you can't deny the shining points in other people's works just because of your personal preferences.

Fu Liang smiled deeply, "You're right."

"what?"

"One more thing," Fu Liangshen said, "in addition to the inspection of professional level, there is also...character."

See the big from the small, see the small.

Fu Liangshen said: "To give an example, do you know whose design draft Ning Fangxue got?"

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Could it be..."

From Fu Liangshen's eyes, she guessed it.

What Ning Fangxue got was Ning Fangxue's own design draft.

"Three people got their own design drafts, besides Ning Fangxue, Su Zheng and Lin Xuanyi."

Qiao Zhinuan was impressed.

In the first assessment, Su Zheng was obviously the cowardly type, while Lin Xuanyi was the type who liked to pretend to be smart.

When it came to the authenticity and secrecy of this assessment, Qiao Zhinuan did not continue to discuss this topic.

The maid also cleaned up the room.

Fu Liangshen said: "Let's take Miss Qiao up to have a look first."

Qiao Zhinuan got up, "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

Fu Liangshen tapped the table twice lightly, "I'll make a phone call first."

"Oh, good." Qiao Zhinuan took two steps forward, then stopped suddenly, "Minister, I have a request."

"Ok?"

"Treat me equally, don't be kind to me."

Fu Liang nodded deeply, "Okay."

When Qiao Zhinuan went up the stairs, Fu Liangshen's faint smile finally faded away.

His hands held his legs tightly.

There was a dense layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Qu Xiaoling rushed over from behind, "Master, how are you doing?"

"Help me back to the room."

Qu Xiaoling supported Fu Liangshen to stand up, asked the servant to push the wheelchair, and saw that the young master's legs were trembling.

Fu Liangshen's voice was very weak, "In the future, after hiding things like wheelchairs, you should take care of your mouth."

"Yes."

The servants all lowered their heads.

They grew up in such a wealthy environment, so they can naturally tell that the young master is trying to hide from that young lady just now.

Qu Xiaoling said, "Master, why do you insist on it?"

Fu Liang said deeply: "You don't talk too much."

"Yes."

Although Qu Xiaoling said yes, but deep down, she hated Qiao Zhinuan.

If it weren't for Qiao Zhinuan, the young master wouldn't have to endure such pain!

What's more, she was the only one who didn't know!