The rain was still heavy, and all the negative emotions accumulated in the depths of Nie Changhuan's chest were completely driven away by his hug that just fit her expectations and his kiss.
She couldn't help but sucked her nose, Fu Xingye straightened up and looked down at her, she looked away a little uncomfortably.
Fu Xingye burst into laughter and gently rubbed the corner of her eye with his thumb.
Nie Changhuan felt itchy by him, shrank his neck, and hid his head in Fu Xingye's arms.
Fu Xingye hugged her again.
The heavy rain fell on the umbrella, making dense small pops. Nie Changhuan was nestled in Fu Xingye's arms, feeling a sense of satisfaction and tranquility as he was lying in a warm bed on a rainy day.
Nie Changhuan's mind drifted away, and slowly remembered the problems she and Fu Xingye were facing.
Is there a solution? Is there any other way to go
Nie Changhuan gently closed his eyes and asked Fu Xingye softly, "How old is Fu Chucheng this year?"
It seemed that Nie Changhuan would ask this question. Fu Xingye was startled, looking down at the person in his arms and replied: "Two years old."
Two years old.
Nie Changhuan couldn't imagine what it would be like when he was two years old, so he tried to remember how Liu Zhenghe was when he was two years old.
At that time, she probably was tired of running around, so she didn't remember much, she only vaguely remembered that they were very clingy at that time, especially Liu Zheng, who was insecure. Even if she went to the bathroom to wash her hands before meals, she had to ask her sister to hug him. , Help him wash it. At that time, he could not speak a complete sentence, the only way to express it was crying.
At that time, even if Nie Changhuan was tired and busy, as soon as she heard his pitiful cry and saw the look he was expecting, she couldn't bear it, and immediately got up to wash his hands in person.
Nie Changhuan thought of this trivial matter, and couldn't help but think of Fu Chucheng now.
Nie Changhuan had never actively asked about Fu Chucheng's situation, but he also knew that he was frail and sick. Through the incident last time, she also knew that the aunt who looked after Fu Chucheng was often changing... This child should be more insecure than the original Liu Zheng.
In fact, there is an idea that has been circling in her heart for many days, and now being catalyzed by this memory, Nie Changhuan opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally said, "Or, let's raise Fu Chucheng into an adult."
She said "us".
Fu Xingye couldn't see the look on her face because he was holding her, and suddenly heard her say this, and couldn't figure out what she really meant for a while.
He pressed his lips tightly, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should answer or not, for fear that he would misunderstand again and make Nie Changhuan unhappy.
Nie Changhuan waited for a few seconds. Seeing that he didn't respond, he probably guessed his thoughts.
She withdrew from his arms, and as soon as she looked up, she met the line of sight he was looking at.
Nie Changhuan pursed his lips for a moment. Although a little reluctant, this gave Fu Xingye a clear attitude.
She also added: "I'm serious, I'm not taking anger."
"Huan'er..." Fu Xingye's mind buzzed. He, who has always been neat and ruthless in the mall, didn't know what decision to make at this moment, let alone how to answer her: Regarding Fu Chucheng, it seems that at present There is no other way. But do you really want to wrong Nie Changhuan to raise Chuyan's child with him
Fu Xingye remembered another thing: Liu Yi's accidental death at the time seemed to have something to do with Chu Yan. Although he sent people to investigate several times and found no conclusive evidence, but...
Probably because he had been silent for too long, Nie Changhuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why, you still don't want to? Are you afraid that I will abuse him?"
"No!" Fu Xingye denied immediately, and the fingers holding the umbrella handle tightened unconsciously.
Nie Changhuan bent his lips and was about to laugh. Fu Xingye didn't want to hide from her anymore, saying, "Chu Yan may have been with your mother..."
"I know." Nie Changhuan interrupted him before he was finished.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the unknown distance: "When my mother died unexpectedly, Tang Sihuai checked it for me and Chu Yan's head, but she was not the one who killed my mother directly."
After a pause, a dark color spread over her eyes, and she continued: "If you really want to blame, my mother's death must be counted from your grandfather, then Nie Yueshan and Zheng Shuying, and then..."
She stopped again, and then smiled faintly: "It's been so long, and it doesn't make any sense to talk about it now. Moreover, your grandfather has passed away, and my grandma Zheng Shuying has also passed away long ago. Even Chen Yanchuan's grandfather Chen Tai Both have passed away, and Chu Yan is gone now. Just treat it as destiny has already made justice for my mother."
There is one Nie Yueshan left, who is her biological father.
Liu Yi's unexpected death was caused by these people. Can't be held accountable.
Hearing this, Fu Xingye couldn't help but raised his hand to gently protect her waist, as if he was trying to protect her silently through such a gesture.
His throat filled with bitterness: "Sorry, I was not by your side at that time."
"It's all over." Nie Changhuan raised his head and smiled at him, "Let's go back to Fu Chucheng."
"So, what do you think of my proposal? Are you worried that I will anger him and abuse him because of Chu Yan?"
Fu Xingye laughed: "Of course I know you won't. I'm just afraid that you will be wronged, Huan'er."
"Maybe there will be grievances, but compared to Fu Chucheng's giving up to be with you, this grievance is still in the past." After Nie Changhuan finished speaking, he realized that what he said was a naked confession, and she Yu Guang saw Fu Xingye's lips curled.
She felt a bit hot on her face, so she pretended that she hadn’t noticed anything, and continued to say seriously: “In fact, I am more afraid that something like eccentricity will bring myself torment than being wronged.”
"If you say that after adopting Fu Chucheng, it is impossible for me to treat him like Zheng'er and treat him well. But just because of this kind of partiality that is almost impossible due to human nature, it will Make me feel guilty." Nie Changhuan smiled again after saying this.
"That said, I feel so hypocritical."
"However, before deciding to accept Fu Chucheng, I have to rehearse these questions. Because at the same time I bring Zhenger and make peace. Many times, I am afraid that Zhenger will feel inferior or sensitive and suspicious because I am just my brother. Will deliberately treat Zheng'er better."
"But while treating Zheng'er better, I will also feel guilty about her and feel that she is a little bit pitiful. So..."
Nie Changhuan looked up at Fu Xingye: "So Fu Xingye, if you raise another Fu Chucheng, I may really not be able to take care of him anymore. And you should always pay attention to this, okay? Good her, really I look forward to your father’s company."
"I know, I know..." Fu Xingye's eyes reddened uncontrollably as long as he thought of what he owed him well.
Nie Changhuan was still a bit hesitant, but she seemed to have nothing to say. She lowered her eyes and vaguely regretted proposing this method.
But she knew very well that after regretting, she would still choose this path in a few days.
To put it more grandiosely, Fu Chucheng is still just a two-year-old child, and the affairs between adults have nothing to do with him. She and Fu Xingye are not incapable of supporting him, and they can even provide him with very good living conditions.
But to be selfish and realistic, there is no other way except to raise him. Nie Changhuan didn't think about letting Fu Xingye throw him directly into the orphanage or give him to a family for adoption, but whenever she had such an idea or plan, she would immediately condemn herself, and her conscience was even more troublesome.
Nie Changhuan added: "Moreover, it is difficult for us to make a decision now. We are worried that if we raise Fu Chucheng to someone who has nothing to do with it, it will have a great impact on his mental health and worry that he will be very pitiful at a young age. We decide to raise him. You and I, and even Zhenger, must be determined to be good to Fu Chu. Otherwise, we raise him instead of spending money to find someone to raise him or let someone adopt him at will. Even worse."
But Fu Xingye never made a statement. Nie Changhuan didn't realize the problem until the two walked to the lobby of the building, and asked Fu Xingye: "What do you think of this approach?"
Fu Xingye just smiled, and raised his hand to touch her clothes, his eyes finally fell on her trousers: "Hurry home and change clothes, don't catch a cold."
Nie Changhuan was taken aback: "Aren't you going up?"
"No." Fu Xingye paused, "I will see you another day. I took the time to come here today, and there are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with."
Nie Changhuan couldn't help but feel a little lost, but he asked a question without going through his brain: "Are you going to see Fu Chucheng secretly?"
Fu Xingye laughed, raised his hand and pinched the side of her neck: "I will see Fu Chucheng in the future and I will ask you for instructions."
Seeing what he said so affirmatively, Nie Changhuan raised his eyebrows: "I ask for instructions every time? Really?"
Fu Xingye looked into her eyes and nodded solemnly.
Now Nie Changhuan is a little embarrassed: "It doesn't have to be the case, he is just a two-year-old child."
Fu Xingye paused: "Hurry up and change clothes, I'm leaving."
Nie Changhuan nodded and turned to the elevator entrance. Before she took a few steps, Fu Xingye called her from behind.
Nie Changhuan turned to look at him.
Fu Xingye opened his mouth with fatigue between his eyebrows, and finally said: "It's nothing, I just want to call you."
Nie Changhuan intuitively said that was not what he wanted to say just now, but she didn't ask either, just waved his hand goodbye, turned and left.
Fu Xingye looked at her back, curled her lips slightly, and finally the corners of her lips fell again: In fact, these days, Chen Yanchuan has been using his network to find a suitable adoptive family for Fu Chucheng, but after several inspections, he finally failed to find a suitable one. .
And since this matter has no clues and uncertain results, Fu Xingye is not good to tell Nie Changhuan, so as not to disappoint her again.
He was about to turn around and leave when Nie Changhuan, who had already entered the elevator, suddenly came out again.
She called to him: "Fu Xingye."
Fu Xingye turned around.
Nie Changhuan turned his head and looked at the side: "If you have time, can you take me to see Fu Chucheng?"
Fu Xingye was stunned: It was not that he suspected that Nie Changhuan had ulterior motives, but that Nie Changhuan's attitude changed so quickly. Fu Xingye always felt that he was constantly lowering her own bottom line in order to accommodate his situation, and wronged her again and again.
Because Fu Xingye imagined that if it was Lei Yunqi or Tang Sihuai's child with another woman who wanted him to raise him, even if it was to take care of Nie Changhuan's emotions, he would not accept it willingly.
But Nie Changhuan immediately said: "After all, this is a major, or even a lifetime decision, so I decided to contact him first before making the final decision, okay?"
Fu Xingye looked at Nie Changhuan and nodded.
…
The day to see Fu Chucheng is the weekend.
That day Nie Changhuan was a guest on a recitation program. After the recording of the program, Fu Xingye came to pick her up. He saw Nie Changhuan surrounded by a dozen college students who looked like female students and took photos and signs. After the students dispersed, he moved forward. He walked over.
Fu Xingye saw that she was proud of her career and was in a good mood, so she rarely joked: "After you become popular, can you still look at me?"
Nie Changhuan took his arm and said, "It depends on your performance. If your performance is not good, it's okay to kick you with a kick."
Fu Xingye chuckled softly after listening.
Nie Changhuan tilted his head to look at his profile, as if he saw the shadow of Fu Xingye before, and a strange sense of satisfaction and relief rose in his heart.
Fu Xingye raised his other hand, grabbed the hand she was holding between his arms, and said, "Then I will hold you tighter, and then slowly express."
Nie Changhuan pursed his lips and smiled. After walking for a long time, Fu Xingye didn't mean to let go of her. Moreover, people passing by couldn't help but look at them. Nie Changhuan broke free: "You have been holding on like this, with such an awkward posture. are not you tired?"
"Not tired. I feel at ease by holding you." Fu Xingye said quite plainly, even straightforwardly.
But Nie Changhuan's heart still couldn't help beating hard.
She didn't say anything, because someone who knew Nie Changhuan came to greet her at this time.
It takes nearly an hour's drive from the TV station to the suburban villa where Fu Chucheng is now.
Nie Changhuan didn't sleep well last night because he stayed up late to learn about the contestants' information and the rules of the game. In addition, the motion sickness has been reduced, but he has been there all the time, so he slept all the way.
After Fu Xingye returned to Dacheng Group, his life returned to his previous habits.
For example, now, there are full-time drivers driving.
Nie Changhuan and Fu Xingye were sitting in the back row. Nie Changhuan leaned his head to sleep on Fu Xingye's shoulder. Sometimes when the car brakes or turns, Nie Changhuan's head will shake.
Fu Xingye was afraid that she would be uncomfortable sleeping, so he crossed the other hand and gently held her head to make her sleep better.
After arriving at the villa, Fu Xingye didn't wake her up immediately, but asked her to continue to lean on his shoulder.
After Nie Changhuan woke up, Fu Xingye quietly dropped his hand that was about to be stiff because of keeping a posture for a long time, and said softly, "Here."
Nie Changhuan was in a daze for a while, and it took a few seconds before he remembered his purpose. He was a little nervous and resisted inexplicably.
After all, it was Chu Yan's child, or a child she decided to raise by her side.
She sighed secretly, without noticing Fu Xingye's strangeness, opened the door and got out of the car.
After she got off the car, Fu Xingye looked at the driver in the front seat, and the driver immediately got up and opened the door for him.
Fu Xingye got out of the car with his numb hand and walked to Nie Changhuan: "Huan'er, it is not your duty to nurture him, let alone your responsibility. If you don't want to, let's go back now."
Nie Chang smiled happily: "All are here."
After speaking, as if to cut off his own retreat, Nie Changhuan took a step forward and raised his hand to press the doorbell.
Soon, a middle-aged fat woman wearing an apron came out from the villa. She looked from a distance. She probably saw Fu Xingye standing outside the door. Then she hurried over and opened the door while following. Fu Xingye greeted him, and couldn't help but look at Nie Changhuan after he finished his greeting. The more he looked at it, the more he couldn't remove his eyes.
Nie Changhuan had long been accustomed to this kind of look, and let her look at it, and smiled and nodded slightly at her.
The auntie cooking also hurriedly smiled at her, probably because she felt abrupt, she hurriedly boasted: "Little girl, why are you so beautiful!"
Nie Changhuan was a little embarrassed by this straightforward praise, so he said, "Auntie, we are here to see Fu Chucheng."
"Ah, all right! He is playing in the small garden behind right now! I'll call him!"
Seeing her turning around to leave, Nie Changhuan glanced at Fu Xingye beside her, and said to her aunt, "No, let's go find him."
"That's okay, then I will show you the way!" She automatically ignored Fu Xingye, only looking at Nie Changhuan.
Nie Changhuan followed her, approached the villa, crossed the courtyard, and walked step by step to the small garden behind the villa.
Every time I take a step, my heart feels a little bit nervous, and the step is a bit heavier.
Regret and convincing herself that these two emotions were constantly suffering in her heart, Nie Changhuan could feel that her pace was getting slower and slower.
Fu Xingye had noticed her abnormality a long time ago, so he grabbed her wrist and didn't let her move forward.
Nie Changhuan sank in his emotions and looked up at him blankly.
Fu Xingye's eyes were full of regret and distress, and he grabbed her by the wrist to pull her back: "Let's go, don't look."
Nie Changhuan was dragged by him and walked a few steps before she recovered. She struggled back and shook her head at him.
But Fu Xingye was determined this time and didn't waver: "Huan'er, this is too unfair to you, I don't want to..."
"It's okay, it's really okay." Nie Changhuan seemed to be persuading him, more like he was persuading himself, "He is just a child, nothing. And I finally came here today. Once I leave like this, it's too unworthy. It's going to be deadlocked again."
After speaking, Nie Changhuan wanted to take his hand out of his palm again.
But Fu Xingye's face was cold, and the more she struggled, the tighter he gripped.
Just when both of them were at a stalemate, the rice cooker swept her sight not far away and suddenly said, "Chengcheng, why did you come here by yourself?"
Nie Changhuan was dumbfounded for two seconds, and after realizing who the "chengcheng" represented, she was shocked and turned around to look at it very hard and slowly.