"Don't mention her."
Fu Zhengyun didn't even frown after being slapped. Even though Wei Ronghua used a lot of force and his palms were numb from the shock, he seemed to feel no pain. Only the moment he heard the name, the pain on his face was obvious.
Anyone in this world can mention Xiao Heting's name, but she can't, and he himself doesn't deserve to mention it.
Seeing his expression, Wei Ronghua smiled sadly. The laughter was a bit scary in the empty room: "Fu Zhengyun, you still can't forget her. Thirty years have passed, and you still can't forget her!"
Fu Zhengyun didn't want to have any more unnecessary arguments with her. He thought he could have a heart-to-heart talk, but he overestimated Wei Ronghua.
"You take care of yourself."
Fu Zhengjun opened the door and walked out. He went downstairs and passed the living room. He went straight out of the door without stopping.
"Dad, it's almost dinner, where are you going?"
Fu Feibai was playing games on the sofa with his legs crossed. A figure flashed in front of his eyes. When he looked up, he saw his father walking out in a hurry. His face didn't seem to be very good. He didn't care about winning or losing the game, so he asked.
Fu Zhengyun didn't reply to him, and the door opened and closed.
"What's going on?" Fu Feibai scratched the back of his head and looked at Fu Yuling, who was eating fruit next to him.
Fu Yuling shrugged: "I don't know."
There was a Mercedes-Benz parked in the yard. The car key was not taken out. Fu Zhengyun got into the car, started the engine and drove out of the old house, speeding on the wide road. His heart was still surging like a huge wave, with unpredictable ups and downs.
A quarter past seven o'clock in the evening, the Fu family's old house was preparing for dinner.
The nanny put the dishes on the table and went to the living room to call for someone.
A large family sat around the dining table. The old man sat at the head table. He glanced around and didn't see his eldest son and daughter-in-law. He asked Fu Jichen why his parents didn't come over.
Fu Feibai was the first to say, "My dad is out, and I heard the sound of a car starting in the yard. There might be something urgent. My mom should be upstairs, and she might come down later."
Wei Ronghua has nothing to say about etiquette. She will rarely have her elders waiting for her while eating.
The old man said: "Go and see what's going on."
Fu Feibai moved his chair and stood up, walked out of the restaurant, climbed two or three stairs at a time, and in the blink of an eye, he was outside the master bedroom on the second floor. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He held the doorknob, pushed it down, and opened the door.
There were no lights on in the room and it was pitch black.
Fu Feibai fumbled for the switch on the wall and tapped it. The moment the light came on, Wei Ronghua covered his face and turned away, wiping the tears on his face haphazardly.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Fu Feibai had sharp eyes and noticed that she was secretly crying. He hurried over, squatted in front of her, put his hand on her knee, and asked with concern, "What happened?"
The second after he finished speaking, Fu Feibai thought of his father who left home before the meal, and asked tentatively: "Did you and dad quarrel?"
"No." Wei Ronghua was strong and didn't want to leave the impression that her parents were at odds in front of the younger generation. She wiped away her tears and forced a smile, "When have you ever seen your dad and I quarrel?"
"Then what's wrong with you? You're so good, you're crying so sadly." Fu Feibai is not that easy to deal with. He always likes to get to the bottom of things when he encounters them. At the age of twenty-six, he is still like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
Facing the concerned eyes of his youngest son, Wei Ronghua couldn't help but compare him with Fu Jichen in his heart, which made him even more sad.
After the age of ten, Ji Chen no longer relied on her like other children, and was very independent in everything she said and did. The old man also said that the sooner a boy became independent, the more promising he would be. While she was relieved, she was also a little sad.
Fei Bai was different. He had a completely opposite personality to his brother. When he was seven or eight years old, she could tell that this child was out-of-the-box thinking, lively and active. He loved to imitate characters in cartoons and TV series, sing and dance. He is very good at it, but he can't concentrate on learning. It is difficult for him to sit quietly for an hour.
There was already a child in the family who was outstanding in business, so she did not ask Fei Bai too harshly and let him do what he liked, placing all her hopes on Jichen.
Although the palms and backs of her hands were full of flesh, from the bottom of her heart she preferred her son. She felt that he was better than the other descendants of the Fu family and was expected to become the heir.
It was indeed the case, and she made the right bet.
However, the result was that the mother and son became increasingly estranged, to the point of speaking harshly to each other.
She shuddered when she thought of the accusations and questions Zhichen had directed at her on the terrace.
The way Ji Chen looked at her showed no respect for his mother, but only coldness.
"We can't talk about the quarrel. We just had a few words with your dad. Mom is fine. She will be fine in a while." Wei Ronghua came back to his senses and responded to Fu Feibai's questions with half truth and half falsehood.
Fu Feibai straightened up and put his hand on her shoulder: "Then go and wash your face. We will go downstairs to eat. Grandpa is still waiting in the restaurant."
Wei Ronghua had no appetite and didn't want to face the rest of the family, especially Fu Jianfang, with red and swollen eyes. If she saw him, he would inevitably be ridiculed.
"You go down and eat." Wei Ronghua smiled slightly and tried to act like he was fine, "I'm not too hungry yet. If I get hungry later, I'll ask the nanny to prepare a midnight snack."
"But..." Fu Feibai looked at her worriedly.
Wei Ronghua pushed her youngest son's arm and urged him softly: "Go quickly, don't keep your grandpa waiting." She added an extra warning, "Don't mention that I cried when you get down, so as not to worry them. If anyone asks, just say that I caught a cold in the afternoon and wanted to sleep a little longer."
Fu Feibai couldn't persuade her, so he had to go downstairs to eat first.
In the restaurant, the old man moved his chopsticks, and the others also started to move, without deliberately waiting for Wei Ronghua. Seeing Fu Feibai come down, Fu Jianfang first asked: "Did your parents quarrel? One went out before eating, and the other hid upstairs. If you don’t come down, what kind of conflict is this?”
Fu Feibai said: "No. My mother caught a cold in the afternoon and was resting upstairs. Let us eat first."
Fu Jianfang curled up the corner of his mouth and picked up his food without asking any more questions.
There was no topic at the dinner table. Everyone ate their meals, and the atmosphere was not cold. The sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks sounded from time to time, and there was a sense of joy and harmony.
The cell phone rang. For a moment, everyone stopped eating and looked in the direction of the ring.
Fu Jichen put his chopsticks on the ceramic chopstick holder at hand, pulled a napkin to wipe his mouth, picked up the phone and looked at it. It was a call from his father. He pressed the connect button and heard an unfamiliar voice on the phone, with an urgent tone. .
After hearing what was said over there, Fu Jichen, who had always been calm and composed, lost his composure, and his expression showed a hint of panic.
"Which hospital is it? Okay, I'll be there right away."
At the same time as the phone was hung up, Fu Jichen stood up, and the stool suddenly moved back, rubbing against the floor and making a slightly harsh sound.
"What happened?" The old man sitting in the main seat looked worried, because when he heard the word "hospital" and some family members were not present, he would inevitably think of something bad.
Sure enough, Fu Jichen's next words confirmed his suspicion: "My dad had a car accident on Fuzhou Road and was sent to Renhe Hospital for rescue. The doctor who called me was the doctor in the ambulance and said that his condition was not very good. "
The expressions of everyone present changed. Even Fu Jianfang, who loves to talk the most, was speechless and looked surprised.
Fu Jichen didn't have time to care whether they were shocked or worried. He picked up the car keys on the cabinet at the entrance and walked out. He didn't have time to contact the driver. He got into the cab, stepped on the accelerator and turned the car around.
The car rushed out of the gate of the old house like an arrow from the string.
The others came to their senses and were still in the mood to eat. They put down their chopsticks and went out, rushing to the hospital in several cars.
The sound of car engines sounded in the yard one after another, making people feel panicked.
In the bedroom on the second floor, Wei Ronghua was lying on her side on the bed. Naturally, she heard it. She felt uneasy for no reason. After thinking about it again and again, she couldn't remain indifferent after all. She got up, put on a coat and went downstairs.
There was no one in the restaurant, only steaming delicacies. Someone's cup was knocked over, and the juice flowed along the edge of the table and onto the floor.
You can imagine the "war and chaos" just a moment ago.
Wei Ronghua's uneasiness became more intense. He called the nanny and asked, "Where have they gone?"
The nanny thought she had left with the others, but was a little surprised to see her still here: "The eldest young master received a call. My husband was in a car accident and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."
Wei Ronghua's legs suddenly became weak and he almost fell. He raised his hands to hold on to the chair closest to him and managed to steady his swaying figure. (End of chapter)
