Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Chapter 51:

The Jing'an Mansion is surrounded by trees, shrouding the villa in a tranquility, which is extraordinarily quiet and deep.

"Fu Ershao is back? True or false."

"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 is so angry that he is so angry that the second young master still has injuries on his body. How did he suffer?"

In the study.

“Pop—”

With a sharp sound, the crutches knocked on Fu Zhihuan's shoulder.

But Fu Zhihuan didn't hide, didn't even frown, just lowered his eyes quietly and said nothing.

Fu Changming's voice was a little angry: "You just changed the name your grandfather gave you, and you haven't even come back to take a look at home for so many years! You still remember our couple. parents!"

Mother Fu with red eyes, inserted herself between the two of them, and persuaded: "It's almost done, the child has just come back, I'll talk about it later. Look at Alu's injuries, how is it? Can you survive your lesson?"

Fu Zhihuan, who had not moved the whole time, raised his eyes. Hearing his mother's words, he raised his eyes, and his voice was calm: "Mom, it's okay, the responsibility is on me."

But as the head of the family, he still couldn't let go of his face, he could only sigh, threw his cane away, and said coldly, "Forget it, go down to eat first."

Mother Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly came up to support Fu Zhihuan, and took him downstairs, and said distressedly: "After so many years, you must have suffered a lot, look, you have lost weight. I'll ask Sister-in-law Chen to cook chicken soup for you later, stay at home for a few more days, don't leave in a hurry."

Fu Zhihuan patted his mother's shoulder in relief, and said with a low smile, "I'm fine."

His old injury only relapsed last night, and he had to catch a plane to Tong City overnight. His current health is indeed very poor.

But Fu Zhihuan resisted the sticks abruptly and didn't even say a word.

After going downstairs, just after moving a few chopsticks for breakfast, I heard Fu Mingheng yawning and pushing open the door: "What's the matter? Is there anyone at home?"

Fu Mingheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and reacted: "Yo, what kind of wind brought you back?"

Mother Fu glared at him: "Speak well, Alu has just returned home."

Fu Mingheng shrugged, helplessly pulled out the chair opposite Fu Zhihuan and sat down, taking the porridge handed over by Sister Chen.

He glanced at the table, stretched out his hand to pick up the only rose cake not far away, and joked: "By the way, how are you and the little girl from the Wen family recently? Running back in such a hurry , shouldn't you be able to catch up with other girls and have to come here to stalk them?"

Fu Zhihuan squinted his eyes, his aura suddenly cooled down.

“Pop—”

At this moment, a pair of chopsticks knocked on the back of Fu Mingheng's hand.

His hand shrank, and subconsciously retracted it before touching the rose cake.

“…”

Fu Mingheng glanced at Fu Zhihuan's bowl and choked with anger: "Aren't there three in his bowl?"

Mother Fu raised her voice: "Alu just came back, don't you know how to let it go as a brother?"

Fu Mingheng: "But there are three—"

Before he finished speaking, he watched Fu Zhihuan slowly pick up the three rose cakes, bite down half of each, and then said softly, "It's gone now."

Fu Mingheng: "…"

You are like a primary school student.

Mother Fu was reminded by Fu Mingheng's words: "Alu, I know that the little girl from the Wen family has been living with you for a while now, tell your mother, what exactly is this engagement with you? What do you think?"

"Wen Ruan is a good girl, but if you don't like it, you can bring it up, and we'll talk to people about the divorce—"

Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and said coldly, "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 driven out by Fu Zhihuan! I dumped him openly and decisively!"

Before his parents spoke, Wen Ruan preemptively added: "I repeat, it's me! Dump him!"

The air seems to freeze at this moment.

Even Aunt Zhang, who was about to come over to pour tea, stood there, then quietly took a few steps back.

“…”

He looked at Wen Ruan who was standing at the door of the bathroom with a ghostly look.

After a long time, the two turned their heads stiffly, looked at each other, coughed, and avoided the topic very tacitly.

"Come on, Auntie Zhang made a good sandwich today. Come, eat more."

"Do you need milk in the coffee?"

"I'm tired of watching this show, let's change it."

Wen Ruan bent her eyes into a slit, gritted her teeth and interrupted the performance of the two of them: "Mom and Dad, you two don't have to pretend that nothing happened now. Why don't you tell me first? , why do you feel that everyone in the world except me knows that Fu Zhihuan is Fu Lu?"

"Bullshit."

Xie Ai got up quickly, took Wen Ruan's hand and sat down, touched the back of her hand, and coaxed: "Aunt Zhang doesn't know yet."

Aunt Zhang: "?"

Wen Ruan was about to catch her breath, she pulled out her hand in a fit of anger and turned away from Xie Ai.

Seeing this, Xie Ai raised his hand and moved the cup of coffee in front of him to Wen Ruan, touched her head, and said softly, "The video of your show has become popular directly, The company has also spread it all over the place, how could we not see it."

"Actually, we didn't know each other. After all, the last time I saw Fu Lu's child was more than ten years ago. Who knows that day happened to be, we and your Uncle Fu and the others had dinner together. …”

"Stop."

Wen Ruan keenly captured the key words of this sentence: "So Fu Zhihuan and his family also saw the video of my show?"

"We saw it together."

Mr. Wen Fengchen, who hasn'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 is watched by my parents and my fiancé's parents.

Wen Ruan, who had already adjusted her emotions on the train and thought she was fully prepared to negotiate with her parents rationally, was completely defeated physically and mentally in just ten minutes.

She picked up the water glass, stood up abruptly, paced back and forth in the living room twice in anger, and then asked indignantly: "Since you all know, why don't you tell me this thing?"

Ms. Xie Ai said bitterly: "I think it is not easy for us adults to mix things up between you young people, so as not to ruin the fate..."

Wen Ruan saw it right at a glance: "Actually, you just want to watch the fun, right?"

Ms. Xie Ai put on a sad look, sighed slowly, with a bit of sadness in her tone: "How can you think about your parents so much? Are your parents like this? ?"

Come on, show every guest who comes to the house."

"Take me to a farmhouse to experience life when I was a child, and then when I was chased by pigs for three laps, you were very happy to record a video, and every New Year's time, it will be released to come and go home relatives."

Wen Ruan said this, sneered, pinched his fingers and counted these hateful behaviors that made him fresh in his memory, and nodded firmly: "So it is entirely possible that you are such people."

The surroundings fell silent again.

Xie Ai raised her head and looked at Wen Fengchen, then stood up with her coffee cup, walked towards the kitchen, and pretended to be casually shouting, "Aunt Zhang, add some more sugar for me. "

Then quickly fled the scene.

Now, only Wen Ruan and Mr. Wen Fengchen were left speechless in the entire living room.

Wen Ruan felt a little aggrieved.

So everyone knew that Fu Lu was Fu Zhihuan, but I was just like a fool, worrying every day about how to find a way to break the engagement and give myself a chance to pursue someone I liked.

Wen Fengchen sighed, put down the newspaper, and said: "Ruan Ruan, I know that your mother and I are chatting about those words, you must be uncomfortable hearing it. If so, say it casually.”

"You are the child that 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 supported Wen Ruan's back and brought 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, for fear that something happened to you on the train in the middle of the night. So I specially Invite someone to follow you behind your back, and leave until you reach Jiangcheng."

Hearing this, Wen Ruan raised her eyelashes, but still didn't make a sound.

Xie Ai reached out and patted the back of Wen Ruan's head, and then slowly said: "Indeed, we didn't tell you, it was a little selfish. Your character has been straightforward since you were a child. If we tell you Fu Zhihuan Identity, it is lucky not to fight with others."

"But Fu Lu's child is mature and stable, and my 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 mother also thought about it and told Wen Ruan about it directly.

But in the end, I thought 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 and be able to reveal their hearts to each other,

Wen Ruan didn't say anything, and after a long time he suddenly reached out his hand to hug Xie Ai, and put his head against her waist: "But Fu Zhihuan didn't tell me anything until the end, if I didn't find out, I don't even know how long he was going to hide from me."

Xie Ai sighed and squatted down: "Did you quarrel with him?"

Wen Ruan nodded.

But after thinking about it for a while, I found that there seemed to be no quarrel, so I shook my head again.

Wen Fengchen saw his daughter's emotions, he straightened up, sat next to Wen Ruan, and said solemnly: "I don't care about your young people. But if you think If you have wronged yourself, you can tell your father."

"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.

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.

"..."

Wen Fengchen: "?"

Xie Ai: "?"

I don't understand you young people very well.

The author has something to say: I went back to my hometown today, sorry for the late update.

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