lcionline Chapter 285 Sorry
Chapter 285 Sorry
The car drove on the road for forty minutes and gradually arrived at the old house.
Song Ailing was holding Bai Lan's arm and was already standing at the door waiting.
Seeing Wen Zhixia getting out of the car, Bai Lan went up to her with tears in her eyes:
"My dear daughter, you are finally back!"
Wen Zhixia felt that after not seeing her grandmother for a few months, her hair seemed to be whiter than before.
"Grandma," she smelled the sweet scent of her grandma and wanted to cry, "It's windy outside, please go back quickly."
Bai Lan took Wen Zhixia's hand, put it in his arms, and said as he walked inside, "My daughter, you're not leaving this time, right?"
"Grandma," Wen Zhixia said awkwardly, "I actually wanted to come back to see you, but it was only for my own sake. Ruoshi and I haven't confirmed our relationship yet, and we're still trying to start over."
"To put it simply, I'm pursuing her, but she hasn't agreed yet," Fu Ruoshi walked behind the two of them, his tone very dissatisfied, "Grandma, why did you hug her as soon as you met her? I'm your grandson, have you ever looked me in the eye?"
Bai Lan glared at him and said, "Who wants to see you? If you don't bring Xiao Xia back to me, don't ever come back to see me."
"Okay," Fu Ruoshi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "So I'm the most unpopular person in this family. My father doesn't love me, my mother doesn't love me, and my wife doesn't want me either. You've learned from them, so there's no need for me to come back this time."
Although he said it in a joking tone, Wen Zhixia could still hear some genuine grievance in his words.
The three of them walked and talked, crossed the stone bridge and waterside pavilion, and came to the restaurant in the front yard.
From a distance, Wen Zhixia saw Fu Keming standing on the corridor, talking on the phone.
He was obviously thinner than before, but his every move was still majestic and intimidating.
"Hello, Chairman," Wen Zhixia greeted her.
Seeing her, Fu Keming hurriedly said a few words to the person on the other end of the phone and hung up. He said to Wen Zhixia, "I'm glad you're here. Come in. The food is here."
After everyone sat down, Bai Lan was the first to raise his glass. "I want to toast Xiao Xia and Ailing first. Our family has been through so many ups and downs recently. If it weren't for you two women supporting us, this family, and the Fu family, would be in such a mess. I want to thank you."
"Yes, especially Xiaoxia," Fu Keming also raised his glass. "Even when Ruoshi had such a big incident in the United States, you didn't think of severing your ties with him. His mother and I were prejudiced against you before. I'm very sorry."
Song Ailing kicked Fu Ruoshi and asked him to have a drink as well.
"Don't kick me," Fu Ruoshi said nonchalantly, "I want to drink a cup of wine with her. If it's not a cup of wine, I won't drink it."
"..."
Wen Zhixia felt embarrassed by the praise from several people, "I didn't do anything, I just exerted some physical effort, it's nothing."
"How can it be nothing?" Bai Lan beckoned, "Come, sit next to me, and let grandma pick up some food for you."
After Wen Zhixia sat down, Fu Ruoshi's eyes met Fu Keming.
Just now in the corridor, he clearly noticed that Fu Keming was a little thinner than the last meeting.
He didn't know if he was being too suspicious, but he felt that Fu Keming seemed to be a little slow in holding the chopsticks at the moment.
He couldn't help but think of the previous rumors and Fu Keming's determination to force him back to the Fu family at all costs.
It's really a bit abnormal.
"Old man," Fu Ruoshi took a sip of wine, "Come out for a moment. I have something to ask you about the company."
He was afraid that his grandmother would worry, so he didn't dare ask at the table.
However, Fu Keming had a firm grasp of his son's character. If he wanted to ask about official matters, he would ask directly at the dinner table.
"You ask now." He said while eating the food without changing his expression.
Fu Ruoshi said, "Didn't you say that when family members have a meal together, they shouldn't talk about business matters?"
"When did you become so obedient to the family rules?" Fu Keming glanced at him.
Fu Ruoshi deliberately choked him with words, "I asked you to come out for a while, why are you talking so much?"
"How do you talk to your dad?" Song Ailing said.
Fu Keming was about to throw his chopsticks when he suddenly felt dizzy, followed by a severe headache, which almost made him fall down.
He relied on his amazing willpower to restrain himself from revealing any clues.
However, in order to prevent Bai Lan from noticing anything unusual, he had no choice but to stand up and say to Fu Ruoshi, "Let's talk outside."
After the two left, the atmosphere became inexplicably strange.
"Ruoshi has been rebellious since he was young," Bai Lan said, noting that Wen Zhixia was rather reserved in eating pickles. "Don't be fooled by the fact that his parents are more powerful than the other. It's useless. They can't control him. He had his earrings pierced in elementary school, smoked in junior high, and even dyed his hair red. That night, his father forced him to have his hair shaved off."
Wen Zhixia couldn't help but laugh, "Really? Why didn't he tell me this before?"
"Of course he wouldn't tell you about something so embarrassing," Song Ailing joked to lighten the mood. "His dad and I really can't do anything about him. He's tough and doesn't fear a beating. He listens to a little bit of what grandma says, but not everything. The person he listens to the most is actually you."
"Yes, my daughter, I can tell you all the embarrassing stories about that boy for three days and three nights," said grandma. "Come back home soon and I'll tell you all the embarrassing stories for three days and three nights."
Wen Zhixia's smile was tinged with worry.
Fu Keming is in such poor health now, how can I talk about love at this time?
On the other side, in the corridor.
The night wind blows with the biting air of deep winter.
Fu Keming walked to a flower bed and sat down. He lowered his head to light his pipe and said to Fu Ruoshi, "If you have to fart, do it now."
Fu Ruoshi watched him light a cigarette, reached out and snatched the pipe from his hand.
"What the hell?!" Fu Keming glared at him, "Give it to me!"
Fu Ruoshi put his pipe behind his back.
He looked at Fu Keming and asked directly, "Have you had a physical examination recently?"
"What's it to you?" Fu Keming asked calmly, "You called me out here just to talk nonsense like that?"
Fu Ruoshi looked at Fu Keming's blue eyes and slightly slow movements, and really couldn't believe that he was completely fine.
"Why do I feel like something's wrong with you?" Fu Ruoshi asked, "Why don't you go to the hospital? You don't look well."
Fu Keming looked at the night lights on the corridor swaying in the wind, his hands resting on his knees. "It's inevitable that people will have bumps and bruises in middle age. How can they be radiant?"
After saying that, he stood up, stretched his shoulders, and prepared to leave.
The night wind here was too cold and gave him a headache. He didn't dare stay here for too long, fearing that his body would not be able to bear it.
"Where are you going?" Fu Ruoshi saw that he did not return to the restaurant, but walked out of the courtyard, puzzled, "You are not going back to eat? Why don't you tell grandma?"
Fu Keming said, "Something happened at the company, I need to go back."
Seeing that he was about to disappear at the end of the corridor, Fu Ruoshi shouted again, "Old man!"
"What are you doing?" Fu Keming was very impatient.
Fu Ruoshi paused.
He is not a dull person, he can even be said to be very sharp.
Although Fu Keming tried his best to hide it, he still felt inexplicably uneasy.
"That day at the board meeting..." Fu Ruoshi coughed lightly, "I'm sorry."