In the beginning of December, the sea city was colder than usual.

Rongshen's face was blank as she burrowed into the sofa, listening to the scolding coming from downstairs. It was Wang Shuchqin, their elderly neighbor.

"Rong Shu, you can't even give birth to a child? It's past dinner time and you haven't cooked yet! Do you want to die? What about me and Xiao Lin?"

For six years of being married to Fu Jingting, my mother-in-law would constantly criticize me behind my back for not giving birth to a child.

But who knows, her husband never got over it from the start.

"Come down and help me organize my backpack, I still have to go to school!" one yearling urged.

Fu Jinglin is Fu Jingting's younger brother, a complete little demon king. He didn't give Rong Shu any peace back then.

In his view, the brother's new wife was even easier to handle than dough.

Rong Shu went downstairs, mechanically entering the kitchen to cook. She packed a lunchbox and prepared her younger brother's school bag.

"Mom, dinner is ready!"

Wang Shuqin saw Rong Shu's lifeless appearance and became angry. She slammed her water cup onto the table: "Rong Shu, are you being bold? You spend my son's money, live in my son's house, and dare to give me a cold shoulder? Believe me, I'll call Jingting immediately and ask him to divorce you!"

Rong Shu's hand trembled, and she took a deep breath before forcing a smile. "Mom, I don't."

Wang Shuchin scoffed and said angrily, "Rong Shu, don't think that just because your grandmother is backing you, you've truly secured the position of Mrs. Fu. In front of Man Yin, you are nothing!"

When she heard the person's name, Rong Shu's face paled.

Fu Jinglin's eyes twinkled, obviously seeing something. He grinned: "You don't know yet? Man Yin is about to be discharged from the hospital. My brother is going to take her back to live with us."

Rong Shu's eyelids jumped, and her hand holding the plate trembled.

Wang Shuqin looked down on this pretentious display of grievance. She snorted coldly and waved her hand impatiently: "Don't stand in front of me! You're affecting my appetite, get lost!"

Róng Shù didn't linger, went upstairs, and curled up again on the sofa.

Around dusk, a Mercedez stopped at the door.

Rong Shu suddenly stood up from the sofa and hurried to the stage to look down.

A tall and slender man in a suit got out of the car. He was handsome and elegant, even more attractive than the celebrities on TV.

The man seemed to notice someone looking at him, and he raised his head to make eye contact with Rong Shu.

His eyes were cold and lifeless.

Rong Shu was accustomed to this kind of look, the corner of her mouth twitched, not a smile.

After Fu Jingting entered the room, Rong Shu, as usual, drew him a bath: "Husband, grandma has been at the temple for almost a month now. This afternoon, she called back and said she got you an amulet for good luck..."

"I have something to tell you." Fu Jingting stopped the busy

Rong Shu turned her head.

Fu Jingting had been staring with his dark eyes, there was indifference and alienation in them, but no warmth.

"Thinner," Fu Jingting spoke in a deep voice: "Gu Man Yin is coming back, tomorrow you move out."

Rong Shu's heart grew colder and colder with every passing moment.

As expected, Fu Jinglin was right.

"What if I don't?" The voice was soft, like a wisp of smoke.

Fu Jingting frowned.

This was the first time this person, who had always been obedient, defied him.

His voice turned cold: "Don't forget how you married me six years ago."

How could Rongshu possibly forget?

At first, when Gu Man Yin got into a car accident, she called 120 and received emergency treatment from the paramedics. Fu Jingting also arrived at the scene, expressing his gratitude to those who helped her and made a promise: he would fulfill one of her requests.

At that time, Rong Shu only made one request, which was to marry him.

That was the first time I saw Fu Jingting in high school, and I had a thought deep in my heart.