Shiyang paused in his movements.
Fu Wujun continued: "Or is it the child you had with someone else outside?"
Shiyang calmed down, stood up, went over to close the office door, and then walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window farthest from the door, and asked him quietly: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
"This is related to the reputation of our Fu family and the next generation of our Fu family. Do you think it has something to do with me?" Fu Wujun's voice also turned cold.
Shiyang was not sure what Fu Wujun meant by this sentence. Her hand holding the phone was a little tight. She said nothing and waited for Fu Wujun to finish.
"Whether that child is Jingchuan's child or not, our family will not recognize it. The Fu family does not allow illegitimate children." Fu Wujun said, "Don't think that the mother is more valuable than the son. Since we are divorced, we should not be together." It’s relevant. Jingchuan will get married in the future and have his own family and children. His children can only be legitimate. You are also a woman and a mother. If your husband suddenly has an illegitimate daughter one day, you What do you think?"
Shiyang laughed angrily at him: "If she is, what are you going to do? What if I just want the mother to be more valuable than the son? Fu Wujun, it is your son who is holding me back now."
Fu Wujun's voice couldn't help but rise, and he suppressed it hard: "As long as I am alive for one day, I will never let you enter our house. Neither you nor your daughter, unless I die, no one will be able to enter. "
Shi Yang raised his lips and smiled, but did not argue with him.
"Uncle Fu." Shiyang called him "Uncle" for the last time and asked him calmly, "Can I ask why you hate me so much?"
Fu Wujun was asked.
He had never thought about this problem. It was probably because of her poor background, the disparity between her and their family's conditions, and her parents' greed that he had preconceived the idea that she was after money and their family's power and status.
Her pregnancy before marriage, as well as her non-fighting, quiet and submissive personality after she got married, all made him classify her as a scheming girl who had been plotting to marry Fu Jingchuan for many years.
After all, she was the only girl who made Fu Jingchuan give up his insistence on Shen Yu without any warning.
"You and Jingchuan are not from the same world." In the end, Fu Wujun could only answer her, "He should not be the one your family wants to follow."
Shiyang smiled and said nothing more.
"Don't worry, my child has nothing to do with your family." Shiyang said, "You don't have to worry about my mother being more valuable than her son, and you don't have to worry about your son having an illegitimate daughter in the future. There won't be such a problem. ,never."
After saying that, Shiyang hung up the phone directly, put the phone in his pocket, turned around, picked up the meeting materials prepared on the table, opened the office door, and walked out.
"Meeting!"
When passing by the office, Shiyang already reminded him quietly and walked out expressionlessly without looking at anyone else.
Cao Meihui vaguely noticed that something was not right with Shiyang, and couldn't help but turned sideways and asked Xie Yuchen next to her: "What's wrong with the director?"
Xie Yuchen also sensed that something was wrong. Although Shiyang usually didn't like to fight with people like them, he was always gentle and gentle. He usually spoke with a smile on his lips and was very approachable. This was the first time he had seen them with such expressionless faces.
"I don't know either." He whispered, but couldn't help but glance at Shiyang who had already walked out, "Did something happen? Didn't you have dinner with the director at noon?"
"She was quite nice during lunch, there was no problem at all. And at that time she..." Cao Meihui almost let out the news about Tongtong, but she held it back.
Xie Yuchen gave her a strange look: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Cao Meihui quickly packed her things and stood up, "Let's go, go to the meeting."
Yan Yao, who was packing his things, raised his eyes and glanced at Cao Meihui, then couldn't help frowning and looking in the direction of the conference room. Shiyang could no longer be seen.
He packed up his things absentmindedly and stood up, heading to the conference room with the others.
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When Tongtong led the police into Huichen Building, the security did not dare to stop them.
Tongtong dragged the policeman straight to the seat where she had been sitting just now.
But there was nothing there, and the piece of paper was long gone.
"Where's my painting?"
Tongtong asked in a low voice. She let go of the policeman's hand and went to look for it anxiously, but she turned over and over again and couldn't find it.
Unwilling to give up, she went to the front desk to ask: "Sister, have you seen my drawings?"
The lady at the front desk was confused by her question and shook her head subconsciously: "No, where are the paintings?"
Tongtong scratched her head in confusion, and couldn't help but glance at her seat, feeling a little disappointed and confused.
The policeman took the opportunity to squat down in front of her: "Let's find our parents first, okay?"
As the policeman spoke, he took out his mobile phone and asked her: "Child, do you know your parents' phone numbers?"
Tongtong nodded hesitantly, then reached for the police officer's cell phone.
The policeman saw that she seemed to want to lose, so he quickly handed over the phone.
Tongtong wanted to enter her mother's phone number, but as soon as she pressed "1", she stopped again and looked at the police hesitantly.
"What's wrong with the child?" the policeman asked quickly.
"I want to find you, beautiful uncle." She whispered.
The policemen looked at each other and nodded, thinking that he was someone she knew, as long as they could find her family.
"OK."
So Tongtong looked at the phone again and dialed Fu Jingchuan's number seriously and slowly.
She saw it when the beautiful uncle gave his business card to his aunt that day.
The business card was placed on the coffee table. She looked at it for a long time and memorized the phone number by heart.
