Wen Baozhu euphemistically indicated on the phone that she hadn't been invited.
"Uncle Fu didn't invite you?"
Zhou You was equally surprised. After just a moment of thought, she quickly came up with a solution: "Then I'll ask Uncle Gu to invite you as his female companion!"
... What a clever idea.
Wen Baozhu was silent for a second and still chose to decline: "I'll accompany you to have fun when the weather gets warmer."
Zhou You was a bit disappointed, but she still remembered to comfort Wen Baozhu: "Maybe Uncle Fu considered that you're pregnant, so he asked you to rest at home."
Maybe.
But Fu Lian never needed others to make excuses for what he wanted to do.
There was no need, and it was unnecessary.
If he didn't invite, it meant he didn't want to. There was nothing that complicated.
It was such an obvious truth.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Baozhu's heart felt icy cold. She held the phone in her hand, but there was still no incoming message.
It wasn't until evening when the twilight fell.
Hearing the noise downstairs, Wen Baozhu walked out of the bedroom.
At this time, the chef should have already come and started to be busy in the kitchen.
But to Wen Baozhu's surprise, there was actually another person sitting in the living room.
It was Fu Lian, whom she hadn't seen for several days.
She never expected that he would suddenly appear at this time. Wen Baozhu stood still on the spot.
Vaguely feeling a gaze from upstairs, Fu Lian slowly looked up and met her incredulous eyes.
When he saw her, the corner of his lips curled up.
Wen Baozhu: "… Mr. Fu, why are you here?"
"Can't I come?"
"No, what I meant was..."
Wen Baozhu was a bit at a loss and stammered, "Aren't you getting engaged tomorrow? You should be..."
He should be accompanying Fang Yuan at this moment.
"I thought my little bird would be sad since I haven't come to see her for the past few days, so I came here specially to comfort her."
Fu Lian's expression remained unchanged, "But I didn't expect that it would start to question me as soon as we met."
Wen Baozhu bit her lips.
"Is this the attitude you should have?" Fu Lian raised his eyebrows and watched her walk down the steps step by step.
Wen Baozhu tightened her palms and walked up to Fu Lian step by step.
According to the past, she should have obediently nestled into his arms at this moment and then acted coquettishly to make up for what had happened before.
Fu Lian liked this kind of thing, and she was familiar with this process.
But she didn't want to now.
She always stood straight in front of Fu Lian and said softly, "Mr. Fu is getting engaged, but I'm the last one to be informed."
"Now you know, don't you?"
His tone was unhurried, and he looked at her indifferently, "What's the difference between knowing one day earlier or later?"
It wasn't about knowing one day earlier or later.
It was that he didn't tell her in person. Even if it was just to let her know about the engagement, it would be better than being completely in the dark.
She knew there was no possibility of changing the outcome, but at least he should have informed her so that she could understand his whereabouts.
What Wen Baozhu cared about was never "whether to do it" but "whether there was such a thing".
But he didn't.
It was obviously a calm communication, but the atmosphere was surging with undercurrents.
Depression and stuffiness were the main themes of the whole villa tonight.
The meal was ready, and the chef left quietly, not daring to break the silence between the two of them.
"Let's have dinner first." Fu Lian pointed to the dining table, got up, walked to the dining table, pulled out the chair, and sat down.
Wen Baozhu couldn't help it anymore. She strode to the opposite side of the dining table and said, "Since Mr. Fu is getting engaged tomorrow, why did you come to my place?"
Her questioning was full of gunpowder. Fu Lian frowned and said, "Are you driving me away?"
Wen Baozhu gritted her teeth tightly. She knew she shouldn't say these words, which would go against him.
But she didn't know if it was because of her emotions. She couldn't bear what she could bear before.
"Mr. Fu said that this villa was a gift for me." She said stubbornly, "I can let anyone in if I want to."
And if she didn't want someone to come in, that person wasn't allowed to enter.
Fu Lian curled his lips and sneered, "Your wings are really hard. You can even drive me away."
Wen Baozhu pursed her lips and remained silent.
"Come over and have dinner. Don't make me repeat myself for the third time."
Wen Baozhu turned her head away, but still shamefully took a step. She just chose to sit in the seat farthest from him and silently lowered her head to eat.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was low throughout the meal.
Actually, Fu Lian had been in a very irritable mood recently.
That day in the villa, he could feel that Wen Baozhu was in a bad mood, but he subconsciously thought it was unnecessary to care.
Raising a little bird was to let her provide emotional value. If he had to comfort her instead, it would be putting the cart before the horse.
He suddenly proposed to leave, which was both his dissatisfaction with her service attitude and a small punishment for her.
If he ignored her for a few days, she would naturally know where she was wrong and how to win him back.
But he also forgot how stubborn Wen Baozhu's temper was.
During the long wait, this punishment had lost its one - sided meaning and had become a torture for both of them.
Especially during this period, he had also been cooperating with Fang Yuan to prepare for the engagement banquet.
Fang Yuan was really a troublesome woman.
It was just an engagement banquet, but she demanded it to be grander and more solemn than a wedding.
The flowers had to be the freshest roses airlifted on the day, and the preservation time must not exceed five hours;
The high - heels had to be inlaid with hand - made natural diamonds and must be rushed to be made the night before the engagement banquet. Not a single diamond could be replaced by an inferior one;
Even the champagne at the engagement banquet had to be all the vintage champagne from the winery. Nothing else could be used instead.
Every detail and requirement almost jumped on Fu Lian's red line repeatedly.
That was not all. She also asked him to check everything and ask for his opinions and ideas.
During this period, his patience reached its peak countless times, but the little bird being punished never took the initiative to bow her head and was never the first one to speak.
Finally, Fu Lian had to compromise.
But what did he get after his compromise?
It was her intensification.
The meal became tasteless. The surprise of showing up here tonight didn't seem to be appreciated by someone.
So his interest waned greatly. Fu Lian put down his chopsticks, got up, picked up his overcoat on the sofa, and walked towards the door.
Wen Baozhu knew that he was leaving.
And this time, she didn't know when he would appear again.
Wen Baozhu immediately stood up from the chair and subconsciously called out to him, "Mr. Fu, wait a minute."
The man stopped in his tracks and then stood still on the spot.
He had only a little bit of patience left, wondering what method this little bird was going to use to please and keep him.
Unexpectedly, Wen Baozhu just walked straight to the coat - rack, took down the scarf hanging there.
Then she walked up to Fu Lian, reached out and wrapped the scarf around his neck, and tied it for him.
"It's windy outside. Mr. Fu, pay attention to keeping warm." She said.
After doing all this, she took a step back and said very crisply and calmly, "Goodbye, Mr. Fu. Be safe."
It turned out that she didn't want to keep him.
She really wanted to send him away.
Fu Lian was almost angry enough to laugh.
He had to admit that Wen Baozhu was really interesting, a thousand times and ten thousand times more interesting than other women.
This behavior of forcing him to leave completely enraged him.
Fu Lian directly tore off the scarf and threw it aside forcefully. He took off his coat with a big hand and casually threw it into Wen Baozhu's arms.
What was going on?
Wasn't he leaving anymore?
Fu Lian changed into his slippers and said coldly, "Last time, the way you wanted to thank me was to let me choose one of two options, right?"
Wen Baozhu didn't understand what he was talking about.
He walked to the bathroom door, suddenly turned his head and looked at her, saying in a deep voice, "Now go brush your teeth and gargle immediately and wait for me in the bedroom."