Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 146 You want to trick me away and ask my father for money, right?
Mrs. Zhuo Ya certainly knew what Fu Zhengnan meant.

Qi Lingyang gave up the inheritance rights of the Fu family and followed the dumb man away from home, which has always made him worry about it.

She seemed to be stuck by a needle, and she exclaimed: "What are you talking about, what a crime I have committed!"

Her elegant face instantly turned ferocious: "Fu Zhengnan, if it wasn't for the romantic debt you owed, would such a thing have happened?"

"The person who committed crimes should be talking about yourself!"

Fu Zhengnan was already angry, but Zhuo Ya was agitated, her eyes turned red and she said, "Shut up! Do you know what's going on now!"

Panting, he pointed at her viciously: "You! You messed up everything!"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya had been scolded by her son before, and now she was scolded by her husband again. She felt sad, angry and wronged for a moment, and her eyes became sour.She said with a slight nasal voice: "Fu Zhengnan, Han Chuan is also your son. He is the heir of the Fu family, and it makes you feel so uncomfortable. You must let that bastard sit on it, so you will be happy?"

Fu Zhengnan took a few deep breaths, and his voice became cold.

"Try saying that he is a wild species again!"

Whoever is the heir of the Fu family is his son, it only depends on who can take the Fu family to a higher place.But Zhuo Ya's "bastard" made him even more angry under the current situation.

Madam Zhuo Ya looked at his instantly cold face, and felt even more grief and indignation in her heart.

She had been married to him for decades, and he didn't care about their relationship at all. He only thought about the dead woman, and even when he found a mistress, he had to be like that woman.

Even that woman's son, he had to do everything possible to get it back.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya walked two steps forward quickly, until she came to Fu Zhengnan, and said aggressively: "Did I say something wrong! He was originally a bastard. Is there his name in your Fu family's genealogy?"

"Your woman married someone else a long time ago, and she gave your son to another man to raise her. That man helped you take care of your woman and raised your son. Do you feel like you are taking advantage of it?" The same pleasure?"

"Ha! Now you want to recognize him. He still cares about the relationship between father and son, so he wants to be Qi Haipeng's son!"

"Do you think that if you give some money, you can buy people's hearts and make you feel at ease?"

"Fu Zhengnan, can you still have some face! Your crimes are much deeper than mine!"

This was the private scene between Fu Zhengnan and his wife, with countless quarrels and countless times of tearing each other's scars.

But this time, Mrs. Zhuo Ya had never said such a serious word, nor was she so hysterical.

Maybe it was Fu Zhengnan's sinful sentence that pierced her heart, maybe it was the resentment she had suppressed for so many years burst out in an instant, she burst out all of her resentment, and tears flowed down from her eye sockets.

She said resentfully: "Fu Zhengnan, as long as I am the wife of the Fu family, that bastard, I will never even think about entering the Fu family one day!"

"The heir of the Fu family can only be my son!"

She sneered, her frail face turned cold and ironic.

"Are you worried about that bastard and that mute?"

"Wouldn't that be great? A bastard with a mute, a perfect match!"

She really hoped that they would get married as soon as possible, and it would be best to make a big fuss so that everyone would know that the mute married Qi Lingyang and would never enter the Fu family's door.

A vase smashed to the ground, and the shattered tiles bounced off the hard floor tiles, making a loud noise.

The two of them quarreled more and more, and the servants at home shrank to the side and didn't dare to say anything, and they didn't dare to call anyone.

Who can explain the affairs of this wealthy family clearly, and who can manage it?
……

Su Xiang didn't know what was going on in Fu Zhengnan's mind after that conversation with Fu Zhengnan, and no matter what he thought, it was probably the anger accumulated over the years that had vented out. She slept very peacefully that night.

It was just in my dream that I ate that dish of Japanese tofu again.

In the dream, Shen Yan blew the freshly cooked tofu cold, fed it into her mouth, and said lovingly: "Xiangxiang, you must remember this taste."

Shen Yan touched the head of her little daughter who couldn't speak, and sighed helplessly: "Why can't you teach me?"

In the kitchen, Su Xiang put the tofu cut into one centimeter thick and coated it with starch, and then fried it piece by piece in the oil pan. The oil bubbles rolled over and watched the tofu gradually turn golden brown.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly. After so many years, she finally knew that many things were learned slowly after becoming a mother.

Qi Lingyang came down from upstairs and saw Su Xiang busy in the kitchen in pajamas.Her hair was pulled up casually with a hair stick, and the broken hair fell on her neck, and her fair skin was glowing with morning light.

She was holding a spatula in her hand. She had no makeup on her face, but she didn't have the look of a yellow-faced woman that people said. She just made people feel warm, so warm that people would get great satisfaction in their hearts when they saw her in the morning.

Qi Lingyang's eyes softened, he walked over and hugged her from behind, kissed her on the cheek, Su Xiang turned his head a little and said: "I haven't washed my face yet, oil."

Qi Lingyang smiled, and quickly pecked her on the face, resting his chin on her shoulder, said in a hoarse voice: "I don't care."

At this time, he was just a happy man in the arms of his beloved.

He glanced at the contents of the pot, and asked curiously, "Why do you make this when you wake up?"

Su Xiang turned to look at him, smiled slightly and said, "I ate that dish yesterday and thought it was delicious, so I made it myself and ate it."

Qi Lingyang watched her pour the prepared tomato meat sauce on the tofu. Su Xiang would make this dish occasionally. I don't know why she made it specially today after eating that dish yesterday.

"You try it."

Qi Lingyang glanced at her, took a bite with one of the chopsticks, tasted the taste, and found it a little strange, but he couldn't say what was so strange.

He frowned, and took another bite under Su Xiang's expectant gaze: "Why do I feel that this taste is similar to yesterday's?"

Last night, Qi Lingyang was only focused on talking to Fu Zhengnan, and didn't pay much attention to the taste of the dishes. Now that he tasted it again, he felt a little weird.

Su Xiang nodded and said, "I think so too."

"So you did it again on purpose to see if it was really the same as you did?"

Su Xiang nodded: "I plan to go there again."

Qi Lingyang frowned: "Do you think that person may be your mother's old friend?"

The dishes that Su Xiang can cook, especially her specialty dishes, all come from her mother, Shen Yan, and the taste of this tofu dish is so similar, it is easy to associate it with.

Su Xiang wants to find out the truth about how he was poisoned and dumb back then, but Su Mingdong and his wife are both dead, so they can only find clues from the living.

So many years have passed, especially in such a long time, it is difficult to find people from that time.

As long as Su Xiang could remember, she was a mute and was hidden in a deep boudoir by Su Mingdong. If it wasn't for the Su family going bankrupt, she would not have been known.

At that time, Su Xiang didn't understand anything at all, not even who Su Mingdong and his wife had friends, and now he didn't know who to turn to.

The person who knows all this best is Su Run, and Su Run is hiding in Japan at this time.

Ordinarily, Su Run got such a large sum of money from Mrs. Zhuo Ya, so he should have lived a very ostentatious life. I don't know what the couple did in the past three years. I only heard that they offended the Japanese gangsters, and now they are everywhere. Hiding, it is even more difficult to find someone.

But now there is such a line suddenly, of course Su Xiang doesn't want to let it go.

Qi Lingyang said: "But Zhenyuan needs to make an appointment, and you may not be able to see him if you come over suddenly."

The name of that villa is Zhenyuan, a strange name, but some people say that it means to sit back and relax, that's why it attracts so many dignitaries, even if the place is remote.

But that person is also a very rigid person, if you don't make an appointment in advance, no matter how old you are, you won't be accepted.

Su Xiang smiled, lowered her head and put some tofu in a bento box, she said, "Of course not today."

Qi Lingyang looked at her: "Then you are..."

He understood: "Are you going to school?"

Su Xiang smiled slightly and said, "Fu Ying also likes this dish very much. I want to send it to school and make him lunch."

"Didn't you say that the teacher at the school wouldn't let you see him?"

Su Xiang's smile faded a bit, and she said: "I can't see you, but it's always okay to send a lunch."

The school has a unified lunch, but these days, Su Xiang has also noticed that some parents will specially deliver meals and vegetables at noon.

Fu Ying must be able to taste this taste.

Qi Lingyang opened his mouth, wanting to say that the school listed her as a stranger, so they would not give students food from strangers, but seeing her expectant face, it was difficult to say anything.

Su Xiang closed the lid of the bento box, smiled at Qi Lingyang and said, "Breakfast is ready, you eat first, then I'll wash my face and brush my teeth, and let Pearl wake up by the way."

Qi Lingyang saw that she was full of energy for another day, smiling brightly, and patted the top of her hair: "Go."

These days, she went out energetically every day, and then came back with a lonely face, which made him feel distressed.

Seeing Su Xiang walking out briskly, his eyes sank.

After Su Xiang washed up, she woke up Pearl. The little girl opened her eyes in a daze, and her fluffy hair was disheveled.

Su Xiang pinched her tender face: "Good morning, Pearl."

"Ma Ma..." The little girl grinned, her eyebrows and eyes showed a few small teeth, she hugged Su Xiang's neck and kissed Su Xiang first.

As soon as Su Xiang saw the little girl acting like a baby, he thought of Fu Ying when he was a child.

She can only walk, and the first thing she does when she wakes up is to rub against her and act like a baby.

Su Xiang changed her diaper, carried her to wash up, then let her sit on the bed, went to the closet to pick out the clothes she wanted to wear, and just turned around, the little girl disappeared.

Su Xiang looked for her with his clothes on, and looked at Qi Lingyang hugging her halfway up the stairs: "You have short legs, you can only walk and run around. Such a high place..."

Before Qi Lingyang finished his lecture, the little girl kissed him on the cheek and called out sweetly, "Papa..."

"Oh, so you ran out in a hurry to find your father?"

Hearing her acting coquettishly, Qi Lingyang immediately changed his preaching, and he was elated by the little girl's flattery.

Su Xiang smiled angrily and said, "Little showman, are you still wearing clothes?"

The little girl immediately smiled and stretched out her little arms with her eyes narrowed.

After breakfast, Qi Lingyang went to Qi's to work, while Su Xiang returned to her studio to handle affairs.

Whenever Su Xiang was working, Little Pearl would obediently draw pictures in her office without making any noise.

On the floor covered with gaskets, the little girl's graffiti was scattered all over the place.

Although the little girl can't speak very much, she has a talent for painting, and her paintings have a taste of abstract paintings. If she is cultivated, she may become a great painter in the future.

The busy morning passed like this, Su Xiang sent out the newly composed dance score, raised his head and rubbed his sore neck, and when he turned around, Little Pearl had already fallen asleep lying on the floor.

She squatted down in front of the little girl, picked up the picture on the ground, looked at it, smiled lightly, and picked her up.

As soon as the little girl touched her arms, she fell asleep even more soundly when she smelled the familiar smell.

Su Xiang carried Pearl back to the bedroom, ordered the servants at home to watch her, and then walked out with the bento made in the morning.

Su Xiang was already very familiar with the road to Beicheng Experimental Primary School. She glanced at the bento box on the front of the car and couldn't hide her smile.

When we arrived at the school, there was indeed a private car parked at the gate, and several parents asked the security guards to deliver the lunch boxes to a certain classroom, a certain classmate.

Su Xiang walked over, feeling a little apprehensive, and squeezed the bento box tightly.

She stepped forward and said, "Can you help me hand over the bento to Fu Ying, who is in class one every year?"

……

The last class in the morning is physical education. In the second half of the class, the teacher asked the children to practice badminton one-on-one.

Fu Ying hated playing basketball the most. He was so hungry at this time, how could he have the strength to play.

He waved his empty racket a few times lazily, and slipped away quietly while the teacher was not paying attention.

Stroll in the garden first, and then show up when get out of class is over, then there will be no problem.

When he passed the garden, he glanced at the school gate, and his mood didn't feel better.

They are here to deliver food again. The school obviously has an order, so why come to deliver food, as if what they eat is pig food, they don't care about food at all, waste it.

If it makes him unhappy, he will ask his father to order the school to ban all food delivery, and starve them a few times!

He thought of something, frowned, and suddenly walked towards the door.

He didn't hear clearly yesterday, as if someone was looking for him.

Teacher Wu was so mysterious that he didn't even tell him.

Fu Ying changed his mind, walked towards the school gate, and sneaked into the security room while the security guard was receiving the lunch boxes.

When he opened one of the bento boxes to see what was inside, he heard a strange sound.

"Could you hand over the bento to Fu Ying, who is in Class [-] for me?"

Fu Ying's little body stiffened for a moment. Did he hear correctly, did someone really come to see him?
The security guard saw Su Xiang, and the teacher made a special explanation, so he said with a cold face: "No."

Su Xiang frowned: "Others can pass it on, why can't I?"

The security guard waved his hand: "If I say I can't, then I can't. What nonsense."

Fu Ying listened to the two men arguing, raised his body a little and looked out.

He seems to have seen that person somewhere.Fu Ying frowned and thought deeply.

Su Xiang was ruthlessly rejected by the security again, and the parents who were still waiting to deliver the food began to mutter and looked at her vigilantly.

"Who is this person? The security guard said that he is not the child's parent. Is he a liar?"

"Who knows, today's liars have all kinds of tricks."

"Security, this kind of person, you must be careful, just in case."

The security guard no longer paid attention to Su Xiang, and smiled at the parent and said "definitely" while registering the lunch box.

Su Xiang felt extremely uncomfortable. She just came to deliver lunch, and she would be treated as a liar who kidnapped and sold children.

Seeing the situation, Su Xiang couldn't continue arguing. If these parents really took her for a liar and became angry, she would suffer.

Su Xiang held the bento box, turned around with a sore throat, and walked over to the car.

At this time, a childish voice came from behind her.

"Hey, are you looking for me?"

Fu Ying copied his hands in his school trousers, tilted his head, and looked at the woman in front of him like a grown-up.

Su Xiang's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and his whole body froze, even his breathing was constricted.

Just when she thought she would never see the child, she suddenly gave her such a surprise.

"Hey, are you looking for me?" Fu Ying was a little unhappy, since he came to look for him, why didn't he turn around.

He could hear clearly, Fu Ying, who was in class one a year.

He is the only child named Fu Ying in class one a year.

Su Xiang took a deep breath and calmed down her beating heart. She turned around and looked at the little boy in front of her, with tears welling up in her excited eyes.

"Yes, it's me." She choked up slightly, and couldn't speak well when she was nervous. She looked at the little guy carefully, not letting go of every part.

Even though I haven't seen him for three years, the little guy has grown taller and his appearance has also grown, but he still has the shadow of his childhood.

He also looks more and more like Fu Hanchuan.

Fu Ying looked at the tearful woman in front of him, but took a step back in horror.

Why are you crying? What are you doing?

Su Xiang blinked, suppressing the soreness in his eyes.She squatted down, squeezed a smile and said, "Fu Ying, do you remember me?"

Fu Ying tilted his head and looked at her, and he recognized her when she turned around just now.

It was the man he met when he went to learn taekwondo.

He also chased it out, and chased it so far that he almost lost himself.

When Fu Ying thought of the reason why he chased him out in the first place, he was in a bad mood.

"Who are you and why are you looking for me?"

Su Xiang choked for breath, and the pain in his chest spread.

When she left, Fu Ying was only three years old with all his plans, and he really couldn't remember her.

"Fu Ying, don't you remember me at all?" Su Xiang forced a smile, "Can you take a closer look?"

Fu Ying stared at her for a long time, then saw Su Xiang put down the lunch box in his hand and raised his hand.

——Fu Ying, I am mother, don't you remember me?

Fu Ying's face changed, and he froze, staring at Su Xiang in a daze.

In his vague memory, there seems to be a person who always talks with her hands, and even holds his little hand to teach him how to draw.

After a few seconds, he yelled, "You nonsense!"

His little face was tense, his brows were tightly furrowed, his little finger pointed to Su Xiang and said, "You are not my mother!"

"My mother is dumb, she can't speak, you are a liar!"

"You want to trick me away and ask my father for money, right?"

Su Xiang's whole body is not well. She said anxiously: "I have cured my illness, and I can talk now. Fu Ying, you believe me, I am really your mother."

--I am your mother.

Su Xiang gestured again with sign language.

"Fu Ying, do you still remember these sign language?"

After Su Xiang left, no one used sign language in front of Fu Ying. Three years later, he didn't have much sign language in his memory, but he still remembered the word "mother".

Fu Ying watched her hands calm down, but his heart was in a mess. Su Xiang picked up the bento and opened the box lid, leaned in front of him and said, "Try it, this is what you ate when you were young, isn't it?" That taste?"

After a few hours, the things I made in the morning have become warm and cool even with the insulation layer. Fu Ying looked at the red sticky things and said angrily: "I don't want to eat them. Are you trying to poison me to death!"

Su Xiang looked at those tofu and felt a little regretful, she should have made it later.

It was that dream that made her do it when she woke up. She didn't think so carefully.

"Next time I'll make it again for you to eat, okay?"

At this moment, Fu Ying was staring at her mouth tightly.

Su Xiang looked into his eyes with curiosity in vigilance, and she somewhat understood that the only thing Fu Ying still remembered about her was that she was dumb.

Once, Mrs. Zhuo Ya told her that if she left early, then when Fu Ying grew up, he would not know that the mother who gave birth to him was dumb and would not be laughed at.

Fortunately, their mother and child hadn't been separated for so long, and Fu Ying still had her in the memory fragments.

But it was precisely because she could already speak that the child was in confusion.

Su Xiang smiled and gestured again with sign language.

While making gestures, he said in his mouth: "Your name is Fu Ying. You were born in 2015. Your birthday is March No. 12, which is Arbor Day. In the glass house of your house, there are three yew trees, one every year. I bought it and put it in."

In fact, there should be four trees. The first one was bought by Fu Ying when she was full moon, and she has kept this habit ever since.

The fourth yew, that is, when Fu Ying was three years old, she moved out of Fu's house, and the fourth yew was in Chawan's apartment.When she decided to leave, she planted the sapling in the garden downstairs.

Not long after she came back, she went back to Chawan once, and the yew tree was still there.

Fu Ying frowned and said, "I don't know what yew is. There are many flowers in my house."

Su Xiang thought, he is still so young, how can he tell what is a yew, she continued: "My name is Su Xiang, you liked to cling to me when you were young. When you were three years old, I gave you a yew Just a remote control plane as a birthday present, is that plane still there?"

That was the last time Su Xiang and Fu Ying met. No matter how long it was, he couldn't remember it clearly, so Su Xiang only picked that memory.

"That plane is red, with a little Beta mouse painted on its tail..."

Fu Ying lowered his eyelids, seemed to be thinking about something, and pinched the hem of his trousers with his little hands, getting tighter and tighter.

A violent look suddenly appeared on his little face, he kicked over the bento box on the ground, and angrily said to Su Xiang, "Go away!"

"You are not my mother!"

The little guy's face was flushed, and his black eyes were filled with tears, and he stared at Su Xiang with hatred.

Su Xiang was stunned, not knowing why he lost his temper suddenly.

His eyes were like a knife, stabbing her hard.

Mother and child are connected, when she sees the tears in his eyes, she knows that the child has thought of her.

But he didn't want to recognize her.

"Fu Ying..." She reached out to hold his little hand, and at the same time, another voice called him.

"Fu Ying..."

A little girl stood at the crossbar of the gate with a badminton racket in her hand, looking over here.

"Fu Ying, why did you go out? The school doesn't allow you to go out."

At this time, the security guard also saw a child sneak out while he was not paying attention, and ran over quickly.

"Which class are you from, why did you run out, go back quickly!"

Cold sweat broke out on the security guard's forehead, and he almost had an accident.

He stood in front of Fu Ying, blocked him behind him, and glared at Su Xiang fiercely: "If you keep pestering me like this, I will call the police!"

"Why did you call the police, and she didn't do anything to me!" The little adult Fu Ying shouted back.

"It's so annoying!" the little guy muttered, without looking at Su Xiang again, he stomped back to the school gate.

Seeing the distance between Fu Ying and her getting farther and farther, Su Xiang felt the pain in his heart spread, so he could only bite his lips to keep himself from crying.

She didn't expect that the meeting with her son would be like this.

She looked at the bento box that had been kicked over on the ground, squatted down, and grabbed the broken Japanese tofu back into the box piece by piece. The tears she held back could no longer bear the gravity of the earth, and they fell down.

The security guard was going to chase her away, but seeing her like this, he felt his nose hurt for no reason.

And behind the pillars of the school gate, Fu Ying poked out half of his head and looked there quietly. He raised his arms and wiped his eyes indiscriminately, his little nose twitching.

Lian Liang looked at him timidly, and took out a tissue from his pocket: "Fu Ying, are you crying again?"

"That person, who is she?"

"Who is crying!" Fu Ying glared at her, grabbed the racket in her hand and ran away.

Lian Liang chased after him holding a tissue: "Fu Ying, don't run so fast, wait for me..."

The whole afternoon after that, Fu Ying's kid was in a bad mood, and no one dared to come with him to play with him.He poked his neck and yelled at anyone who wanted to talk to him.

He didn't have the strength to lose his temper until after school.

Teacher Wu came to pick him up from school, the little guy was listless, he climbed into the car and sat sullenly, not teasing the little girl anymore.

When he got home, he ran to his toy room and rummaged around.

Song's mother tidied up all his toys, watched him rummage through, and asked, "Young master, what are you looking for?"

Sweat broke out on Fu Ying's forehead: "Mother Song, where is my plane?"

"What plane? You have so many toys..." Mother Song looked at him looking around in his pile of toys, not knowing how to help.

"found it."

Seeing Fu Ying standing up from the toy mountain with a plane in his arms, his little face that had just gotten excited collapsed quickly.

The plane had broken down a long time ago, and the propeller on it wouldn't move anymore. Fu Ying fiddled with it, nailed the sticker on the tail of the plane, and walked towards the glass room in a dull mood.

Song's mother looked at him strangely, he had stopped playing with that plane a long time ago.

"Mother Song, which one is the yew tree?" Fu Yingweng asked in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)