The Jing'an mansion is surrounded by tree shades, covering the villa in a tranquil environment, making it extraordinarily quiet and deep.
"Second Young Master Fu is back? Really or not?"
"I came back early this morning, and I'm in the master's study now."
"Why haven't you come out for half an hour? I heard that the master was so angry that he moved his family law. The second young master was still injured, how did he suffer?"
In the study.
"Snapped-"
With a crisp sound, the cane knocked on Fu Zhihuan's shoulder.
But Fu Zhihuan didn't hide, didn't even frown, just lowered his eyes quietly and didn't say a word.
Fu Changming's voice was full of anger: "Changed your grandfather to give you a name, and didn't even come back to take a look at it for so many years! You still remember our parents!"
Fu's mother was red-eyed, and interposed between the two of them, persuading: "It's almost enough. The child has just come back, so I'll talk about it later. Look at Ah Lu's injuries all over his body, how can he still endure you to teach him a lesson?" ?”
Fu Zhihuan, who had not moved all this time, raised his eyelids, and when he heard what his mother said, he raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Mom, it's okay, I'm responsible."
Fu Changming pursed his lips tightly, looking at Fu Zhihuan's body full of injuries, he suddenly lost his anger.
But as the head of the family, he still couldn't let go of his expression. He could only sigh, throw away his crutches, and said coldly, "Forget it, let's go down to eat first."
Mother Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly came up to support Fu Zhihuan, took him downstairs, and said distressedly: "After so many years, you must have suffered a lot. Look, you have become thin and out of shape. I will let Mrs. Chen give it to you later. You stew chicken soup, stay at home for a few more days, don't rush to leave."
Fu Zhihuan patted his mother's shoulder in relief, and said with a low smile, "I'm fine."
His old injury just recurred last night, and he had to catch a plane to Tong City overnight, and his current physical condition is indeed very poor.
The low-grade fever was still coming and going, the chest was getting tighter and tighter, and the pain at the wound became more and more clear.
But Fu Zhihuan stubbornly resisted the sticks and didn't even say a word.
After going downstairs, he had just moved his chopsticks for breakfast when he heard Fu Mingheng yawning and pushing the door open: "What's going on? Is anyone here?"
He was wearing pajamas, rubbing his eyes as he came down from the stairs, lowered his head, and was facing Fu Zhihuan's ancient and calm eyes.
Fu Mingheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and realized: "Hey, what wind brought you back?"
Mother Fu glared at him: "Speak up, Ah Lu just came home."
Fu Mingheng shrugged, and reluctantly opened a chair opposite Fu Zhihuan and sat down, taking the porridge handed over by Mrs. Chen.
He glanced at the table, stretched out his hand to grab the only rose cake not far away, and said with a smile: "By the way, how are you and the little girl from the Wen family doing? Are you running back in such a hurry that you can't catch up with her girl?" You can only come here to stalk me, right?"
Fu Zhihuan half-closed his eyes, his aura suddenly cooled down.
"Snapped-"
And at this moment, a pair of chopsticks hit the back of Fu Mingheng's hand.
He shrank his hand, and subconsciously took it back before touching Rose Crisp.
Fu's mother glanced at him, took back her chopsticks, put the rose cake into Fu Zhihuan's bowl, and said softly, "Ah Lu, eat more, you liked it the most when you were young."
"..."
Fu Mingheng glanced at Fu Zhihuan's bowl and choked with anger: "Aren't there three in his bowl?"
Fu's mother raised her voice: "Ah Lu just came back, don't you know how to give way as an older brother?"
Fu Mingheng: "But there are three in his bowl—"
Before he finished speaking, he watched Fu Zhihuan pick up the three rose cakes slowly, bit off half of each, and said softly, "It's gone now."
Fu Mingheng: "..."
You are like a primary school student who will get revenge.
Fu's mother was reminded by Fu Mingheng's words: "Ah Lu, I know that the little girl from the Wen family has been living with you for a while. Tell Mom, what do you think of this engagement?"
"Wen Ruan is a good girl, but if you don't like it, you can bring it up. Let's talk to her about the divorce—"
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and said suddenly: "I'm chasing her."
Mother Fu was taken aback.
Fu Zhihuan laughed, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "However, I haven't caught up yet."
"First of all, I have to declare that I was not kicked out by Fu Zhihuan! I dumped him very decisively and aboveboard!"
Wen Ruan added preemptively before his parents spoke: "I repeat, it's me! Dumped! Him!"
The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Even Aunt Zhang, who was about to pour tea, stood where she was, and then quietly took a few steps back.
"..."
Wen Fengchen and Xie Ai, the couple who were very interested in talking just now, stopped all the chatter at once, stuck all the unfinished words in their throats, and looked at them standing in the bathroom as if they had seen a ghost. Wen Ruan at the door.
After a long time, the two turned their heads stiffly, looked at each other, coughed, and avoided the topic in a very tacit understanding.
"Come on, Aunt Zhang made a good sandwich today. Come on, eat more."
"Do you want to add milk to the coffee?"
"I'm tired of watching this show, let's change it."
Wen Ruan bent his eyes into a slit, and gritted his teeth to interrupt the performance of the two: "Mom and Dad, you two don't have to pretend that time is going backwards and nothing happened. Why don't you tell me why it feels like the whole world is apart from me?" Besides, everyone knows that Fu Zhihuan is Fu Lu?"
"Nonsense."
Xie Ai got up quickly, sat down holding Wen Ruan's hand, touched the back of her hand, and coaxed: "Aunt Zhang doesn't know yet."
Aunt Zhang: "?"
Wen Ruan was about to hold her breath, she pulled out her hand angrily, and turned around not to look at Xie Ai.
Seeing this, Xie Ai raised his hand and moved the cup of coffee in front of Wen Ruan to Wen Ruan, touched her head, and said softly: "The video of your program has become popular directly, and it has been spread all over the company. How could we not see it."
"Actually, we didn't recognize each other at first. After all, it was more than ten years ago when we saw Fu Lu's child last time. Who knew that it happened that day, we had dinner with you, Uncle Fu..."
"Stop."
Wen Ruan keenly captured the key words of this sentence: "So Fu Zhihuan and his family also saw the video of my program?"
"We saw it together."
Mr. Wen Fengchen, who hadn't spoken for a long time, took a sip of coffee and added two words slowly: "And it's a live broadcast."
"..."
There is nothing more embarrassing than the fact that the most shameful video in my life was watched by my parents and my fiancé's parents together.
Wen Ruan, who had already adjusted his emotions on the train and thought he was well prepared to negotiate with his parents rationally, was completely defeated physically and mentally in just ten minutes.
She picked up the water glass, stood up quickly, paced back and forth in the living room twice in anger, and then asked angrily, "Since you all know, why didn't you tell me about it?"
Ms. Xie Ai said earnestly: "I think it's not good for us adults to get involved in the affairs between you young people, so as not to ruin the fate..."
Wen Ruan saw through it at a glance: "Actually, you just want to watch the fun, right?"
Ms. Xie Ai put on a sad look, and sighed slowly, with some sadness in her tone: "How can you miss your parents so much? Are parents like this?"
"I accidentally shaved off my eyebrows when I was in elementary school. Not only did you not comfort me, but you also took me to take more than 20 headshots, and finally developed the photos and hung them on the wall, and brought everyone who came to the house. Guests visit."
"When I was young, I took me to the farmhouse to experience life, and then when I was chased by pigs and ran around three times, you happily recorded the video, and every New Year's day, it will be released for people who visit relatives at home to watch."
When Wen Ruan said this, she sneered, counted the hateful actions that were still fresh in her memory, and nodded firmly: "So it is entirely possible that you are such people."
The surrounding fell silent again.
Xie Ai raised his head and looked at Wen Fengchen, then picked up the coffee cup and stood up, walked towards the kitchen, pretending to be casual while walking, and shouted: "Aunt Zhang, add some more sugar for me."
Then quickly fled the scene.
Now, only Wen Ruan and Mr. Wen Fengchen remained relatively silent in the living room.
Wen Ruan felt a little aggrieved.
So everyone in the past knew that Fu Lu was Fu Zhihuan, but I was like a fool, worrying every day about how to find a way to break off the engagement and give myself a chance to pursue someone I like.
Wen Fengchen sighed, put down the newspaper, and said, "Ruan Ruan, I know the words I chatted with your mother will make you feel uncomfortable. But when the family chats, they just say things that don't mean it. "
"You are the child we have loved since childhood, how could you want to see your jokes?"
Xie Ai went to the kitchen for a walk, brought a small portion of fruit and put it down, then helped Wen Ruan's back and led her to sit on the sofa.
She shook her head helplessly, and persuaded: "Ruan Ruan, the day you went to Jiangcheng, your father didn't sleep all night. He was afraid that something might happen to you on the train in the middle of the night. So I specially hired someone to follow you behind your back. I didn't leave until you arrived in Jiangcheng."
Hearing this, Wen Ruan raised his eyelashes, but still didn't make a sound immediately.
Xie Ai stretched out his hand and patted the back of Wen Ruan's head, and then slowly said: "Indeed, we didn't tell you because we were selfish. You have been straightforward since you were a child. If we tell you Fu Zhihuan's identity, you won't fight with him It's just luck."
"But Fu Lu's child is mature and stable. Your father and I are relieved to hand you over to him. Therefore, we want you two to get to know each other slowly and give each other a chance."
Wen's father and Wen's mother also thought about it and told Wen Ruan about it directly.
But in the end, it occurred to me that it was too sudden for such a sensitive matter to be informed by a third party.
So they want to wait for the young couple to get along well for a while, to be able to confide their feelings to each other,
Wen Ruan didn't speak, and after a long time, she stretched out her arms and hugged Xie Ai, leaning her head on her waist: "But Fu Zhihuan didn't tell me anything until the end, if I didn't find out, I wouldn't know How long will he lie to me?"
Xie Ai sighed, and squatted down: "Did you quarrel with him?"
Wen Ruan nodded.
But after thinking about it for a while, they realized that there seemed to be no quarrel, so they shook their heads again.
Wen Fengchen saw his daughter's emotions, he straightened up, sat next to Wen Ruan, and said in a deep voice: "I don't care about your young people's affairs. But if you feel that you have wronged yourself, you can tell Dad .”
"Our Wen family doesn't rely on their Fu family for anything. It's just a marriage contract. If you don't want it, forget it."
Wen Ruan lowered his eyes.
She really wanted to just slap the table like this, break off the engagement generously, let Fu Zhihuan deeply realize her mistake, and then cry bitterly and regret it.
But Wen Ruan found that she didn't seem to be able to do all this generously.
Because I like Fu Zhihuan a little more than I imagined.
Looking at Mr. Wen Fengchen with a serious face, who seemed to be supporting him, Wen Ruan pursed his lips, and after a long time, asked in a low voice: "...Can you pretend to be retiring the engagement?"
Wen Fengchen: "?"
Xie Ai: "?"
I don't understand you young people very well.
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