Seeing that his grandfather didn't reply, Fu Nanli asked again: "Then do you know why he suffers from depression?"
Fu Huaiyong's eyelids trembled, "What do you want to say?"
Fu Nanli's expression was cold and hard. "Because he never made his own decisions in life. Whether it was his career or his family, you always interfered. You thought he was not doing his job properly by playing the violin. He didn't want to marry my mother, but you forced it on him. Not only was he unhappy, but my mother was unhappy too. Your decision made many people suffer."
Fu Huaiyong was very emotional. "What do you mean? Do you mean that I killed my own son?"
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes and said, "I didn't mean that. I just told you that my father's depression is entirely because of you."
After all, he is his grandfather, and he doesn't want to say anything too harsh.
After saying this, he turned and left the old man's room.
Fu Huaiyong felt a sharp pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the table, covered his chest tightly, and roared: "Asshole! Listen to what you are saying, what kind of treasonous words, it's your father who is too fragile, he has depression because he thinks too much, I didn't train him enough, he is indecisive, and it's your grandmother who spoiled him to have wild thoughts!"
Uncle Li was so frightened that he dared not utter a word: "Old man, Doctor Lin just said that you can't get angry, you..."
But the old man's face suddenly turned pale, sweat rolled down his forehead, his hands were tightly grasping his heart, and he looked like he couldn't breathe.
"Master, Master..."
Of course, Ye Minqiu heard the old man's roar that shook the roof in the hall outside, and hurried to the old man's room, only to see the old man slumped on the sofa. Uncle Li was frightened out of his wits.
Ye Minqiu shouted, "Nan Li, quickly call Doctor Lin over, your grandfather has fainted, send him to the hospital."
Dr. Lin, who had just returned to the backyard, received the call and rushed over immediately.
Fu Nanli, who had been planning to leave in anger, had to stop and help get his grandfather into the car. Doctor Lin followed in the car in front, and he and his mother got into another car. The three cars went straight to the Fu family's private hospital.
The car sped along. In the distance, there were sounds of firecrackers and fireworks blooming in the dark sky, but the atmosphere in the car was solemn.
Ye Minqiu sighed softly: "It's New Year's Day, what did you say to make your grandfather so angry?"
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes, twisted his fingers, and did not speak.
"Is it related to Wen Qiao?"
Fu Nanli then showed some expression, "I hope you won't interfere with my marriage like grandpa did."
Ye Minqiu sighed softly: "Why do I feel so uncomfortable listening to your commanding tone?"
Fu Nanli turned his head to look out the window, at the dark night, without answering.
Ye Minqiu felt a pang in his heart.
She knew her son's personality. If she opposed him and Wen Qiao being together, he would probably end up living alone for the rest of his life.
She reached out and patted the back of his hand: "Don't worry, no matter what, I'm on your side, and I'll support you no matter what you do."
Fu Nanli's stern expression eased a little, and he said in a deep voice, "Thank you."
Ye Minqiu's nose was sore and he sighed: "Why are you so polite to your family?"
Fu Nanli didn't say anything.
Ye Minqiu knew that her son was a cold-hearted person who kept many things to himself and would not easily express words like "like" or "thank you" to others.
His change was thanks to that little girl.
(End of this chapter)