I fish every day in a wealthy family

Fu Jinxiu met Ruan Qingshu's gaze, and said in a calm voice, "Why say thank you between husband and wife! Caring about you is what I should do."

His voice was very gentle, and even his eyes were glowing with emotion.

It seems that he is a perfect competent husband.

Ruan Qingshu had no doubt that if Fu Jinxiu went to enter the entertainment industry, the Oscar would not be worthy of his excellence.

Ruan Qingshu endured staring at each other for two or three seconds, looked at Aunt Fang, smiled, "Aunt Fang, then I'll go back to my room first, I'm quite tired today."

Aunt Fang said, "Young Mistress, then go back to your room and rest!"

Ruan Qingshu hummed, and added, "During this time, Aunt Fang has worked hard."

Aunt Fang slightly hooked her lips, her attitude was still respectful, "It's my duty to take care of the young master and mistress, besides, Aunt Fang is also happy to see you are so loving."

Ruan Qingshu forced a smile, "Then I'll go to rest first."

Aunt Fang hummed lightly.

Ruan Qingshu glanced at Fu Jinxiu, who was as if nothing had happened, gritted his teeth secretly, and went all the way back to the room.

Back in the room, Ruan Qingshu touched her hungry and deflated stomach, searched everywhere, but found nothing to eat.

She ate very little snacks, let alone hoarding them in the bedroom.

It seems that in order to plan for a protracted war, it is still necessary to stock up on food.

Fu Jinxiu wouldn't come in for a while, so Ruan Qingshu simply took the medicine first, then changed the medicine on his back, put on clean pajamas, and shrank back under the quilt.

Fortunately, the hospital has finished bathing.

Ruan Qingshu closed her eyes, intending to rely on sleep to survive her hunger, but the hungrier she was, the more she couldn't sleep. In addition, she was worried about when Fu Jinxiu would come in, so she couldn't sleep even more.

She huddled under the quilt and looked at the ceiling with her eyes open. The image of food in her mind became more and more vivid, especially the delicious food she saw on the table just now.

Ruan Qingshu was even more upset.

But Aunt Fang is here, and it's hard for her to order a takeaway.

I guess I have to wait for Aunt Fang to rest.

Anyway, she couldn't sleep, so Ruan Qingshu could only watch her phone to pass the time.

When she opened WeChat, the daytime suddenly appeared in her mind. Qin Manman said that she had replied to the strange thing. She opened the chat box with Qin Manman again, and there was no chat history.

It was as if they had never talked at all.

But last night, she and Fu Jinxiu were the only ones in the room...
Could it be Fu Jinxiu?
Ruan Qingshu's eyes widened slightly, but why did Fu Jinxiu do this?

She racked her brains and couldn't figure out why Fu Jinxiu did this.

Moreover, Fu Jinxiu wouldn't do such a boring thing as deleting her information, would he?

After thinking for a while, Ruan Qingshu gave up.

Maybe there is a bug in the program.

To pass the time, Ruan Qingshu opened Weibo again.

She doesn't use Weibo very often, and the last time she opened it was three years ago.

She is not very used to sharing her private life online. There are only some photos she took before on Weibo, and she also follows some photography bloggers.

Most of the fans are netizens, and the only acquaintance is Qin Manman.

The photos she took can get some likes more or less, and she has accumulated some fans.

At that time, she was still very happy to show off to Song Yuanming that what she worked hard was recognized by others, and she had to work harder.

But whether it was enthusiasm or complacency at the time, looking at it now, it looks like a childish joke.

Originally, Song Yuanming also followed her on Weibo, but after she got so unhappy, she was blacklisted and changed her nickname and profile picture.

For more than two years, she hasn't posted any status, mainly because she hasn't picked up the camera anymore.

Becoming a photographer used to be her dream, but when the dream and reality collide, she can only succumb to reality.

Looking at the old photos, Ruan Qingshu's eyes gradually became lonely with her enthusiasm and expectations poured into her.

She was about to quit Weibo, when she glanced at the message column, there was an unread message.

She paused with her fingertips, but opened it anyway.

This unread message shows that it was more than two years ago, shortly after the accident in the Ruan family.

She clicked on the message.

"Aren't you taking pictures? You're doing great and you should keep taking pictures."

She raised her eyes to see a nickname—FrankR, with a blank avatar.

This microblog does not have any information to display, nor has it posted any content.

But this nickname is familiar to her, because basically every photo she posted before would like it.

Ruan Qingshu's heart warmed.

Just when she herself gave up, a strange netizen whom she had never met encouraged and recognized her so much.

Ruan Qingshu, who had never responded to messages, was probably touched by emotion, but replied, "Thank you for your approval. I will shoot again when I have the opportunity."

After she responded to the message, she quit Weibo.

Because of this little episode, Ruan Qingshu's heart was even more mixed.

For the first time in such a long time, the word dream gradually had a concrete image in her mind.

She thought of herself when she picked up the camera, of herself who spent the night editing pictures, and of herself who was happy when her photos got a lot of likes.

That is the true self!

It's not the current Mrs. Fu who doesn't live up to her name, this Mrs. Fu who is forced to have a child, this Mrs. Fu who knows that her husband has other women in his heart but can't change it.

Could it be that she really wants to live like this for another three years, or even longer?
Gradually, will she become the same fate as those women, insensitive or self-pitying.

Ruan Qingshu's eyes seemed to darken, as if walking in a dark tunnel that never sees the light of day.

Such despair made her feel fear and anxiety, as well as a stronger desire to get rid of her fate.

.....
Inside the restaurant.

Fu Jinxiu ate a little absent-mindedly, simply put down the tableware, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

He picked up his phone, saw the message that prompted to block, and clicked in.

His eyes fell on the content displayed on the screen, and it became darker and darker.

After a pause, his fingertips moved slightly, and he typed a sentence.

When he raised his eyes again, his expression was still indifferent, but there was a slight arc hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He turned off his phone, looked at Aunt Fang, and said calmly, "Leave some vegetables in the refrigerator, after cleaning up, go to bed early!"

Aunt Fang nodded, "Understood, Master."

Fu Jinxiu immediately got up and walked back to the room.

.....
Ruan Qingshu's thoughts were frozen, and she didn't hear the sound of the door opening. When she looked up, Fu Jinxiu was already standing at the head of the bed.

She gathered up the quilt and continued to lie down as if she didn't see it.

"stand up."

Fu Jinxiu coldly dropped two words on top of her head.

Ruan Qingshu remained still, and smiled ironically, "Don't let me eat, don't you let me sleep?"