Mr. Fu’s Wife Reincarnated

  Chapter 281 282: Do you know Shiyue?

  Cheng Wen's first wife was born in a high-ranking family, and she was also the daughter of a family in the capital. As for this time and month, her birth was unknown, and it was impossible to find out what kind of family this person came from in the capital.

  Just an artist who has been trained abroad for a few years, wants to be equal to a lady who has been cultivated by a rich and noble family for decades. This is either a dream or a fantasy.

   And Jiang Yi's "Mrs. Cheng" almost made people laugh out loud.

  Not to mention, there are only a handful of people who can offend Cheng Wen on the spot.

   But there are always people who dare to offend, such as Fu Xiting.

  As soon as Mrs. Cheng came out with Jiang Yi's voice, Fu Xiting reached out and patted Jiang Yi's head, and his doting tone echoed in the studio: "Silly girl, call me nonsense."

   Do you think that's all?

certainly not.

  After Fu Xiting finished talking about Jiang Yi, he turned his eyes to Shi Yue, looked at her and her scheming, and said, "I made Miss Shi laugh."

  Fu Xiting's move forced Shiyue to slap himself in the face, making a crackling noise——.

   And Shiyue still dare not stop fighting, after all, written text is written, and Fu Xiting is Fu Xiting.

  In the contest between the donor and the father, the winners and losers are clear at a glance.

  Shiyue stepped forward, gently took Cheng Wen's arm, Wen Ya smiled and shook her head lightly: "It's okay, I'm not Mrs. Cheng, a title doesn't prove anything."

  Look, it's just a title, it doesn't prove anything, how interesting it is to say this.

   Not only exalt oneself, but also belittle others.

   It's just that Jiang Yi clearly felt that when this person said this, his eyes fell on him.

  She withdrew her gaze, looked up at Fu Xiting, the man caught her gaze, looked back, without saying a word, and gently kissed her nose: "Don't look at me, look at the painting, pick what you like."

Jiang Yi's gaze faded away. The former Fu Xiting's hand was standing in front of a portrait. The countryside in the northwest, the high loess slope, and the endless dust that was about to pounce on the people who were working. The sense of powerlessness engulfed by death.

  "The rich are singing the praises of suffering, but the suffering people just want to live in peace. Mr. Fu, I don't like these portraits."

She walked in those war-torn areas, and saw many lives passing by, those who struggled to live, and those who were helpless in front of life. No one wanted to suffer this suffering, but there was no way , must suffer this suffering.

  Those who struggled to stay alive ended up becoming wealthy people, cultivating sentimental items, human nature? It's hard to say.

  You say they have a compassionate heart, but they put aside the sorrow of others, and instead of mentioning how hard their lives are, they talk about art instead.

  You say they are cruel and ruthless, and they will donate money and materials to you under the guise of charity.

   All in all, entertain you when you are needed, and give you alms when you are pitiful. This is the tragedy of those people.

"In this world, every species exists for a reason. None of us can avoid what is happening and what will happen in the future. Suffering is not worth singing, but there is art in suffering. Beethoven, Hawking, Helen Keller , Sang Lan, it's all the same."

When Jiang Yi heard Shiyue's words, her straight back didn't turn around at all, and she didn't even look at Shiyue: "If a person who has suffered becomes an artist, it is naturally worthy of praise. If a person with healthy limbs To become an artist by praising the suffering of others should be something that should be cast aside. Miss Shi, your paintings are very good, but Jiang really disagrees with your understanding of life. Only people in the middle of the world can truly paint great works, Beethoven was only good because he was deaf, and Miss Shi did not draw these works because of her disability, but wanted to express herself through other people’s stories.”

  Jiang Yi's words that sounded like comments fell to the ground, the scene was silent, and even Fu Xiting's eyes were a little surprised.

  He never doubted Jiang Yi's knowledge. She once said that she can read the Four Books and Five Classics as soon as she opens her mouth. This is a professional habit and has become a subconscious memory. .

  He was surprised today because Jiang Yi commented on Shiyue's paintings and people in suffering with an extremely indifferent attitude.

  Jiang Yi in front of him is like a wise man who is tolerant of all things after going through the vicissitudes of the world.

  Respect life, respect the reincarnation of the world.

  Like Guanyin standing on the altar.

   Feel sorry for those who are suffering.

  Probably because the meeting place was too quiet, Jiang Yi turned around slowly, looked at the people standing behind her, and turned her eyes back to Shiyue in a daze: "It's just an objective comment, Miss Shi won't mind, right?"

   Would you mind?

  No, no, no, Shiyue thought, she minded very much.

  Her efforts over the years were criticized as worthless by Jiang Yi.

   It's like she's a thief, someone who steals people's lives to become famous.

   But at this time, she couldn't get angry, and she couldn't refute Jiang Yi's useless words that belittled her.

   Shiyue was silent for a moment.

  Jiang Yi spoke again, with a sense of moral kidnapping: "If criticism is not free, praise is meaningless."

  Shi Yueshan smiled: "I naturally accept Mr. Jiang's opinions wholeheartedly. Everyone has a different view on suffering. One hundred readers have one hundred Hamlets."

  Jiang Yi slowly withdrew his eyes from her.

  There was always a faint smile on the corner of his lips. Fu Xiting stood aside, looking at her with his hands behind his back. His gaze was like an old father looking at his own daughter.

  A child with a promising future.

   Today's game was originally prepared for Fu Xiting.

   The partners looked for an opportunity to meet, but they didn't expect this opportunity to be full of loopholes.

  The guests are drinking champagne in the studio, while the host is making love to each other in the bathroom.

   Shiyue seemed to know that things were not done well, and followed Cheng Wen while he was in the bathroom.

  Seeing someone standing in front of the sink washing their hands, he pulled two pieces of paper apologetically and handed them over: "Are you blaming me?"

Chengwen looked at Shiyue through the mirror, and it was impossible to say no to blame, but the woman in front of him was indeed smarter than the average person, and when encountering disagreements, he did not choose to argue, but bowed his head and apologized in due course, and offered solutions method.

   This is better than many brainless women in the capital.

Shiyue's hand holding the paper froze in place for a moment, unable to move up or down, and she didn't dare to put it down when Cheng Wen didn't reach out to pick it up, probably because she knew that Cheng Wen was in a fit of anger at the moment, and if she didn't pick it up, she had to find another way , if you pick it up, it's easy to say.

   Cheng Wen stared at her with a bit of indifference, and after three to five seconds, he casually pulled the tissue in Shiyue's hand: "What do you think?"

   Shiyue felt relieved, but her tone was still soft: "It is true that I failed to handle this matter well. If there is a remedy, I am willing to fully cooperate with Cheng Dong."

  Cheng Wen followed Shiyue's routine, stretched out his hand, crumpled up the tissue in his hand and threw it into the trash can, with a somewhat contemptuous tone: "You're not stupid."

   "Fu Xiting's wife is not an easy person to serve. If you can handle her, this matter will not be far from success."

   "Understood," Shiyue is a smart person after all, he knows everything.

  Chengwen glanced at her, and left the bathroom first.

  When Shiyue went out, on the balcony beside the aisle, the balcony door was wide open, and a faint smell of cigarettes wafted in.

   Mixed with vocals.

   "It's really interesting. Those who come from the family are still from the family. Even if Jiang Yi is not outstanding in the family, but when he is in front of Shiyue, he still exists."

   "Who said it wasn't?"

   "Showing off his knowledge was slapped in the face on the spot. Mr. Fu stood aside and watched the battle, as if he was protecting his wife."

   "No matter what time and month Cheng Wen likes, he will not offend Fu Dong for her. The real wife is not comparable to Xiao Saner."

   "The vice president of Dongting Jitu said that Fu Dong and Mrs. Fu are like glue, and everything with deep feelings is hard to shake. Didn't Shiyue hit the muzzle naked today?"

   "Besides, the former negotiator Jiang Fu is still the object that Fu Dong intends to win over. One is the real wife, and the other is a talent who has admired but can't get it. Most people dare not play like this."

   "But Yue is also smart at this time, so she can go around in such a scene."

   "How can I get along without this ability? Can you coax me to spend thousands of dollars to buy a little-known work, and ordinary people can do it?"

  The conversation between the two entered Shiyue's ears without saying a word.

  The person standing in the aisle was wearing a lavender dress, and his whole body was shrouded in cold air.

  She was about to leave when she heard someone say, "With today's atmosphere, in less than two days, someone should come and tell us who this Miss Shi is."

   "Who is so free?"

   "The capital still lacks idlers?"

   "That's true," a faint laugh sounded, and the topic ended.

  When Shiyue felt the movement of the balcony, she stepped towards the main hall, her heart was full of emotions, and she wanted to vent, but she had to bear it.

  Check her?

Afraid?

   Naturally, I am not afraid.

   On the contrary, I was a little excited.

   Isn't she just waiting for this day? If someone could bring back the information from abroad, it would undoubtedly be beneficial to her.

  In the hall, Fu Xiting was chatting with his extreme partner.

  Jiang Yi stood aside and looked at the oil painting hanging on the wall.

   Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone slowly walking over with champagne and standing beside her.

   Haven't seen it clearly yet, only heard a cold mockery.

   "You stole the limelight today."

  Xu Song's voice sounded beside the sound, and Jiang Yi glanced sideways at the person slightly: "Miss Xu is very envious?"

   "What do you think?" Xu Song asked back.

  Jiang Yi's eyes fell on the oil painting, and he sneered lightly: "Whether you envy or not has nothing to do with me."

   "If Ms. Xu wants to find a sense of presence, please don't come to me. I don't like others to come to me and daydream."

  Jiang Yi's tone of voice was flat, without emotion, and he didn't want to waste too much expression with Xu Song.

  Xu Song seemed to have guessed that Jiang Yi would mock him, but it didn't matter, he picked up his glass and took a sip of champagne: "Everyone is guessing what grudge you have against Shiyue."

   "Mr. Jiang, why not satisfy our curiosity?"

  Xu Song watched the play and thought it was very exciting.

  As a bystander, I want to grasp the key points in the middle and try to figure it out.

   And what about Jiang Yi?

   smiled slightly, looked sideways at Xu Song, and said in a tone that was almost seductive: "Want to know?"

  Xu Song raised his eyebrows.

  Jiang Yi said again: "Are you worthy?"

  Xu Song: ...

  …

  When leaving the studio, Cheng Wen shook hands with the husband and wife to bid farewell. When Fu Xiting left, his gentle palm fell on Jiang Yi's back waist. The two stood under the street lamp, a gentle and warm picture,

When this day came, Xinbei Road was blocked and blocked. When we left, the time was late and the congestion cleared. The two stood under the camphor tree beside the road and waited for Mr. Fu's car. The warm yellow lights came down. With layers of soft light.

  For Fu Xiting, outsiders have never seen him take good care of that woman. Even Mrs. Fu, everyone only heard about it, but did not see it.

  But today, in Jiang Yi, they saw the tenderness of this man.

  The richest man in the country, his body and appearance surpass those of top-tier male models, and his temperament is even more elegant. Once such a man with money, good looks and status gets hooked on gentleness, it will be a deadly poison.

  When others saw it, they were all envious.

   Someone sighed, Jiang Yi probably saved the Milky Way, so he can be pampered by Fu Xiting in this life.

   Otherwise, how can she?

  It was originally the driver's job to drive the door, but today, they witnessed Mr. Fu opening the door for Mrs. Fu, and stretched out his hand to block the door, as if they were afraid that their lover would knock him on the head.

  This man doesn't have a word of love in his mouth.

  It can be said that everything in words and deeds is full of love.

  Before getting into the car, Jiang Yi picked up a bottle of water, unscrewed it and took a sip, when Fu Xiting got into the car from the other side and saw Jiang Yi taking a sip of water.

  Fang Chi drove back to Yu Garden as usual. Just as he started the car and turned away from the studio, Jiang Yi casually took the water bottle from his lips, and said in a casual tone, "Do you have any grudges with Shiyue?"

  Fang Chi loosened his hand holding the steering wheel, and just happened to touch the manhole cover on the side of the road, and thumped, Jiang Yi subconsciously clenched the water bottle in his hand a little bit.

  The smile on his lips deepened a bit.

  Fang Chi's swaying, it seems that there is no doubt about it.

  When Fu Xiting heard Jiang Yi's question, his heart tightened. He didn't want to be seen by Jiang Yi in the past, whether it was the dirty things Meng Shu did or the blood along the way.

  Once a person has a loved one, he will deliberately hide some dirty past.

  People like Fu Xiting cannot escape this curse.

  The man stabilized his mind, his figure did not loosen, and asked Jiang Yi: "Why do you ask that?"

"Even though Shiyue looked at me deliberately, she could still tell that she looked at me as if I had robbed her of something she loves most, but she looked at you with a bit of forbearance," It's a kind of forbearance that she wants but can't get. It's not that she has never seen a woman who admires Fu Xiting, but Shiyue looks at Fu Xiting as if Fu Xiting should belong to her in the first place.

  Jiang Yi took another sip of water: "Let's not say that she approached me on purpose before"

  (end of this chapter)