Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 67 Su Xiang is also angry, what attitude!

After Wan Hui said something coldly, she turned her head to her manager and assistant and said, "Please go out first, I have something to say to Wei Qi."

The agent smiled: "Okay, Mrs. Lu, then you can talk slowly."

Then he took his assistant out.

Seeing that the door was closed, Wan Hui put her cold eyes on Lu Weiqi, and said sternly again: "Weiqi, how many times have I told you, you must concentrate on dancing! Concentrate! There is nothing wrong with your body. There is damage!"

"Mom, I know." Lu Weiqi frowned slightly, and sat back on the seat to remove her makeup.

Wan Hui stared at her: "Really? I think your heart is getting less and less here. Fu Hanchuan didn't come, you lost your soul! Don't think I don't know, you are out of order today because of him !"

Lu Weiqi's hand paused for a moment, before continuing, she said flatly: "Mom, I didn't, I was really just careless."

She pursed her lower lip, moved her toes lightly, and her brows were a little sad.

"It's not the best." Wan Hui glanced at her, and sat down on the other seat next to her, his face became less severe.

She picked up a bottle of cleansing water on the table, pulled out another cotton pad, turned Lu Weiqi's face away, and slowly wiped it off for her: "Weiqi, it's not that Mom wants to be strict with you, Mom is someone who has experienced it. Know what's best for you."

"Women, don't think that if you have a man, you can rely on it. Love can't be eaten. Only when you are strong enough, what you have is completely your own."

"Back then, I was also dazzled by love. I married your father with you, and ruined my dancing career. But what happened?"

"The Lu family fell as they said, and he still wants you to marry Fu Hanchuan to save his career. If you married Fu Hanchuan at that time, would the applause you hear now still belong to you? You can only I look enviously at others standing on the stage shining brightly."

"Madame Zhuo Ya is all about wooing you now, because you are standing on the highest stage, because you are better than that dumb, no one can look down on you anymore. How did she treat you before, have you forgotten?"

Lu Weiqi quietly listened to her mother's teachings, her gaze fell on her delicate face.

She is no longer young. Looking closely, her skin has begun to sag, and there are fine lines around her eyes that cannot be covered.

Since she was a child, she always looked at her mother's stern face, and she hardly ever smiled in her memory.

She has heard these words since she was a child.

Her mother, who was also a dancer back then, was well-known in the ballet world.But when her career was on the rise, she met Lu Lengquan, her father, and the two fell in love.

In order to give birth to her, she lost her dancing life and pinned her unfulfilled dreams on her body.

Lu Weiqi lowered her eyes and said softly: "Mom, you told me back then that when I become successful, I will have everything. Mom, now that I am successful, can I go find what I want?"

Wan Hui stared at her, then turned away, and threw the cotton pad into the trash can.She said: "Then do you know, when you are at the top, how many people want to pull you down, how many people want to replace you?"

She took Lu Weiqu's hand, walked to the window of the dressing room, pulled the curtains, and looked outside.

In the dark night, the road ahead is wide, and there are more lights on the ground than there are stars in the sky.

In a shopping mall building in front, the print advertisement of Lu Weiqi wearing a ballet skirt occupies the entire electronic wall, not to mention, those bus stops and subway stations are almost all her advertisements.

"Look, these shiny places are all places they want to go to even if they squeeze their heads. You know best how much effort you have spent to get to this position."

Looking at the shining poster in front of her, Lu Weiqi slowly curled her fingers.

She enjoys the crown of glory, as well as the applause and admiring gazes given to her by others, but...

Her eyes looked a little confused.

After a long time, Lu Weiqi withdrew her gaze, turned her head, smiled softly at Wan Hui, and said, "I see, Mom..."

"It's good that you can see yourself clearly." Wan Hui glanced at her, then looked down at her watch, "It's getting late, you should go back and rest early."

She looked down at Lu Weiqi's feet again: "Go back and have a massage and soak in some medicine. Don't wear high heels before the next performance. Remember, you must keep your best condition."

"Yes." Lu Weiqi nodded, "Mom, I'll take you out."

The two walked to the door together, Lu Weiqi sent Wan Hui away, and when she turned around, she saw Mrs. Zhuo Ya coming from the other direction of the corridor.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya glanced at Wan Hui's back, and smiled at Lu Weiqi, "Is your mother here to visit?"

"Mrs. Zhuo Ya." Lu Weiqi called out, looked back at the back of Wan Hui who had already walked around the corner, and said with a slight smile, "My mother came to see me."

"Well, you must be very proud to have such an outstanding daughter." Mrs. Zhuo Ya said, pushing open the half-closed door of the dressing room, and walked in, "Your performance is wonderful, better than what I saw in London." It’s going to be even more exciting.”

"Thank you Madam for your compliment." Lu Weiqi followed behind her and went in together.

Open the door, the side next to the wall is full of flowers and dolls, gifts from friends and fans, you can open a flower shop.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya glanced at those things, and said with a smile: "In the corridor in front, I also saw many flower baskets from supporters who admire you."

Lu Weiqi smiled: "It's all thanks to everyone's respect."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya's lips curled slightly, her sharp eyes finally landed on the most special bouquet of black tulips.

This bouquet of flowers is not only special in color, but also conspicuous in its placement.

She walked over, picked it up and looked at it: "This flower is really special."

Lu Weiqi walked over to take a look at her, her eyes also fell on the bouquet of flowers and said: "These are sent by Hanchuan's flower shop."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya raised her head, "Oh?"

The flowers were sent by Fu Hanchuan, but not by him himself, but by someone from the flower shop?
Mrs. Zhuo Ya turned her head, glanced towards the door, then looked at Lu Weiqi and said, "Didn't he come tonight?"

Lu Weiqi smiled slightly, and shook her head: "He's probably busy with company affairs. You know, it's the end of the year now..."

After finishing speaking, she lowered her eyes and placed the bouquet of black tulips in its original position.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya's eyes flickered slightly. After two seconds of contemplation, she smiled and took Lu Weiqi's hand and patted it lightly, saying, "This has nothing to do with Fu's contract with you. Don't think too much about it. The project has started, and his father gave him There's a lot of pressure."

Lu Weiqi smiled, but there was a bit of bitterness in the smile.

It really has nothing to do with whether she has signed a contract with Fu, because at the beginning, he probably didn't intend to come...

Lu Weiqi's eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers, she gently pinched her fingers, and secretly clenched them tightly.

……

Su Xiang wandered the streets alone, a little bored.

After returning from school, Fu Ying and Fu Hanchuan were not at home, and they probably went to Fu's old house for the holidays.

She sent Fu Hanchuan a message in the morning, but he didn't reply to her until the evening.

Su Xiang didn't want to go to the old house, since there was no call from there anyway.

Compared to going to the old house, she prefers to stay alone, so that she doesn't have to hear Mrs. Zhuo Ya's cynicism.

On Christmas Eve, seeing other people going out in pairs, or as a family, Su Xiang wrapped himself in a cotton coat and continued to stand on the side of the road eating sweet roasted sweet potatoes.

Looking up, there is a huge poster hanging in the shopping mall in front. The woman is wearing a white dance dress, with a delicate face and elegant temperament, dancing lightly on the blue water, like an elegant swan.

"Appointment to meet you tonight, will you come?"

Su Xiang looked at the woman on the poster where temptation and innocence co-exist. Both men and women would be attracted to her.

Even from the perspective of a woman, she envies her elegant and charming figure, and is distressed by the loneliness and melancholy in her eyes, and wants to be with her.

Lu Weiqi...

It turns out that today is the day when her stage play starts.

Su Xiang lowered his head and took a bite of the sweet potato, and suddenly remembered the question Mrs. Zhuo Ya asked her in the morning.

Thinking about it now, this is even more strange.

Does she wish she was at home, or where?
At this time, a car stopped at the door of Fu's old house.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya got out of the car, and the servants in the house ran out, took the shopping bag in her hand, and whispered: "Madam, Mr. Fu is here."

"Oh?" Mrs. Zhuo Ya frowned slightly, took a look inside, stepped up and walked in.

It snowed all day, but the passage in the yard of the villa was cleaned cleanly.

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhuo Ya stopped in her footsteps and looked down at a little snowman on the lawn not far away.

A very small snowman is quietly placed on the grass buried with white snow. Under the dim light, it is difficult to be found.

The snowman is a little ugly, crooked, and his head looks like it is about to fall. If you don't look carefully, it feels like two balls are piled together.

The servant glanced over there and said, "That was piled up by Mr. Fu and the young master just now."

"Mr. Fu took the young master to visit the old man. On the way back, he took the young master to play in the snow for a while. At this time, he was having dinner."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya frowned slightly: "Is that mute also here?"

The servant shook his head: "No."

She looked at Mrs. Zhuo Ya: "Ma'am, have you had dinner yet?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

The hall was brightly lit, and on the huge dining table, only Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying were sitting and having dinner.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya took off her coat and handed it to the servant, walked over to Fu Hanchuan and said, "Didn't you go to see Lu Weiqi's performance tonight?"

Fu Hanchuan scooped up a spoonful of custard and put it in the small bowl in front of Fu Ying, and asked him to eat it with a spoon.

The little guy tried his best to grab the spoon, stretched his neck to eat the egg custard, half of it was eaten, and half of it was leaked, and he slammed his mouth when he was done eating. He was very satisfied with the fact that he could eat.

"Baba, more."

Fu Hanchuan scooped him another spoonful and said, "I didn't go."

After two words, he lowered his head and continued to eat.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya glanced at Fu Ying and said, "You sent someone to take Fu Ying away this afternoon. Where did you take him?"

"company."

After Qiao Shen took Fu Ying to the company, Fu Hanchuan put his son in the lounge and let Xiao Jia go in to take care of him all afternoon.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya was startled, she lifted her chair and sat down: "Are you taking him to the company?"

Fu Hanchuan finished eating, took out a tissue to wipe it clean and put it down, looked at Mrs. Zhuo Ya and said, "Where did mother plan to take him?"

Fu Hanchuan's gaze was a bit sharp, and Mrs. Zhuo Ya couldn't hold back under such sharp gaze. She turned her head and looked away, and said, "I didn't plan to take him anywhere, I just took him around."

Fu Hanchuan curled his lower lip mockingly, and said, "It's okay for mother to take Fu Ying to meet friends. I just hope mother doesn't take him to meet anyone."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhuo Ya turned her head to look at Fu Hanchuan, and asked, "What do you mean? Is this what you should say to Mom?"

"Who do you think I'm taking him to see?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya's voice got higher and higher, startling Fu Ying who was on the side.The little guy looked at her blankly, and was about to cry.

Fu Hanchuan called his servant and took the child elsewhere.

All the plates on the table were taken away and replaced with fruit and hot tea.

Fu Hanchuan took a sip from the teacup slowly, looked at Mrs. Zhuo Ya and said, "Mother, did you just come from the Grand Theater?"

This sentence has already pointed out Mrs. Zhuo Ya's thoughts.

She picked up Fu Ying in the morning because she wanted Lu Weiqi to meet the child when she went to see Lu Weiqi's performance at night.

She has taken a fancy to Lu Weiqi, but Fu Ying's status in this family is extraordinary, even if she likes Lu Weiqi again, she must first make sure that Lu Weiqi likes this child.

Just like Jin Yuxin before.

An Zhimu is like a son, so after Fu Hanchuan received Su Xiang's text message, he asked Qiao Shen to pick up the child in the afternoon.

"Mother, the child is still so young, he still can't appreciate that kind of elegant art, and it will affect others instead."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya looked at him with a sullen face: "Han Chuan, you are not going to see Lu Weiqi's performance tonight, is it because Fu Shi signed a contract with her?"

Fu Hanchuan slowly turned the cup and said, "It has nothing to do with this matter."

He hadn't planned to go.

"then you……"

Fu Hanchuan knew what she wanted to ask, so he interrupted her and said, "Mother, I have no intention of reconnecting with Lu Weiqi, please stop such boring things."

"Han Chuan!" Mrs. Zhuo Ya became excited, and cried out angrily, "How can this be a boring thing. Do you really want to spend your whole life with that mute?"

When these words blurted out, Mrs. Zhuo Ya thought of something, and asked anxiously: "Han Chuan, do you fall in love with that mute?"

Fu Hanchuan's eyes froze slightly, the cup in his hand was put on the table, and the tea was spilled out.

"She is Fu Ying's mother."

After hearing these words, Mrs. Zhuo Ya's emotions eased down.

Since Fu Hanchuan said so, he just regarded her as the person who gave birth to Fu Ying.

She said: "Han Chuan, I have to worry about you. You know your father, all these years, he only let you do things, but he refused to delegate the power to you. Have you not yet Do you see it?"

"..."

"You can't have a woman like Su Xiang by your side. She can't be your help, but it's your drag."

"..."

"I understand the responsibility you want to take, but it's not your responsibility for the rest of your life. Let Su Xiang go, the Fu family will not treat her badly."

"..."

"You are too soft-hearted towards her, son. She is pitiful and has become a tool of the Su family, but it does not mean that you have to carry her forward. You must know that in this matter, the Su family is sorry for you, isn't it You are sorry for her, understand?"

"I don't want to tell you again, if this goes on, how difficult it will be for you to fully grasp the Fu family, and I don't want you to regret it later when you know it."

When Mrs. Zhuo Ya said this, she patted Fu Hanchuan on the shoulder. She stood up, looked down at him and said, "Think about it carefully."

After Madam Zhuo Ya finished speaking, she turned and left. Fu Hanchuan sat alone in the living room for a long time, and stood up when the tea was completely cold.

Ruo Da's living room was empty, except for the cup of cold tea on the long table, without any trace of heat.

When Fu Hanchuan took Fu Ying home, it was still early, not even nine o'clock.

When he came back, he went straight to the study. Mother Song glanced at his back, and then at the direction of the glass room.

Okay, what happened to these two couples?
Su Xiang only wandered outside for a while and then came home.

There is nothing to do outside, there are a lot of people, and you have to queue up wherever you go. You want to find a place to sit, but you see that they are all in pairs. Finally, you go to the cinema to watch a movie, and you come out after watching the beginning.

In the row in front of her, a couple kissed without warning.

She's obviously watching an action movie.

At this time, Su Xiangwo was brushing his IPAD on the bird's nest chair, and there was a plate of strawberry cake, a cup of hot cocoa, and a plate of fruit platter on the coffee table next to him, and he lived comfortably.

It's just that I don't know how Fu Hanchuan took Fu Ying to the old house.

It's time, why don't you come back?

Su Xiang looked at the time on the iPad, then shook the bird's nest vigorously, and while the bird's nest was shaking past, glanced in the direction of the corridor through the glass door.

She frowned slightly, still not understanding the reason for Fu Hanchuan's sudden change.

However, he has always been eccentric, he looks fine for a while, and loses his temper for a while.

At this time, a small figure appeared in the corridor, staggering towards the direction of the glass room, Su Xiang heard his son's voice, immediately put down the IPAD and ran to open the door.

The little guy threw himself into her arms like a bird: "Mama, Xuexue."

He excitedly pointed to the ceiling: "Xuexue, Papa take me, Snowman."

The snow on the glass roof hadn't completely melted, and a thin layer was spread. Fu Ying already understood what snow is, and spread his hands over his mouth and said, "It's cold."

When Su Xiang saw Fu Ying, he knew that Fu Hanchuan was back, so he glanced in the direction of the corridor.

Fu Hanchuan took his son to play in the snow?
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like this kind of person...

Su Xiang hugged Fu Ying and walked towards the living room, but Fu Hanchuan was not there, so he looked in the direction of the study, probably going to the study again.

Mother Song hugged Fu Ying and said, "Ma'am, it's very cold today. I made some wormwood herbal soup for the young master to take a bath to get rid of the cold. Go and see sir."

Su Xiang thought for a while and nodded, went to the kitchen to heat a glass of milk and then walked to the study.

Knocking on the door and entering, Fu Hanchuan was working on the computer, Su Xiang walked over and put the hot milk on the table.

——Did you take Fu Ying to play in the snow today?

Fu Hanchuan only glanced at the milk from the corner of his eye. He had a cold attitude and ignored her at all. Su Xiang felt that it was very boring, feeling like a hot face was on a cold butt, so he didn't bother him anymore, turned around and left.

After the door closed, Fu Hanchuan looked away from the computer.

He looked at the cup of hot milk and frowned slightly.

Su Xiang returned to the children's room. Mother Song was taking a bath for Fu Ying. There was a fragrance of old wormwood in the bathroom.

The little guy was fat and white, and he didn't cry when he took a bath. He was still playing in the water with a pile of shampoo foam on his head, which made Song's mother wet all over, and he was still giggling and giggling.

--Let me do it.

Su Xiang lifted up the sleeves, and Song's mother stepped back, seeing what Su Xiang thought of with the raised sleeves, she reached into her pocket.

"Ah, I almost forgot." Song's mother took out two tickets in her pocket, "Ma'am, I got these two tickets in my husband's pocket today when I sent the clothes for dry cleaning."

"Look at the date on it, isn't it today?"

Song's mother is getting old, and she doesn't like to wear reading glasses at ordinary times, she always looks at it from a distance, but this kind of ticket is colorful, so she can't see clearly.

Su Xiang took it over and looked at it, slightly surprised, isn't this Lu Weiqi's performance ticket?
At this time, Su Xiang seemed to understand the meaning of what Mrs. Zhuo Ya asked her in the morning.

Was it to ask her if she would go to see Lu Weiqi's performance?
The Fu family signed a contract with Lu Weiqi to be their image ambassador, so it's not surprising that Fu Hanchuan got her ticket.

But Mrs. Zhuoya's question made her feel a little strange.

Su Xiang held the ticket and thought for a while, then walked into the study again.

Seeing Su Xiang coming in again, Fu Hanchuan frowned and said impatiently: "Didn't you see that I'm working?"

Su Xiang put the ticket on the table, Fu Hanchuan glanced at it, and frowned: "Who asked you to look through my things?"

——It's not that I want to rummage through your things, but Mama Song took them out when she went to deliver the dry cleaning.If you don't want people to see it, just put it away!
Su Xiang was also angry, what an attitude!

Fu Hanchuan glanced at Su Xiang and realized that his reaction was a bit too much.

He coughed lightly, picked up the ticket, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

On the day Lu Weiqi came back, everyone had a party in 1988. He took the ticket and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't wear that coat very much, and then he forgot about it.

Su Xiang glanced at the ball of paper lying in the trash can, and then at Fu Hanchuan.

——Why didn’t you go to see it?I heard that her ticket is hard to get, and this ticket is the best place.

Fu Hanchuan frowned and stared at her: "It's none of your business. Get out, I have to work."

Su Xiang glared at him, turned around and walked towards the door.

The door of the room was closed, and Su Xiang stood at the door, still thinking about the two performance tickets.

She still remembered the day when she crashed the car, Mrs. Zhuo Ya came over angrily, and mentioned Lu Weiqi to Fu Hanchuan in the living room...

And Su Run's vague statement...

Today, Qi Lingyang also mentioned this person...

Thinking back carefully, Qi Lingyang had no reason to ask her about Fu's signing as an image ambassador...

This made Su Xiang feel even more strange.

She turned her head to glance at the tightly closed door, and pursed her lips.

It's just two tickets, Fu Hanchuan's attitude is so fierce, are they related?
That night, Su Xiang didn't sleep well, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, even when she picked up her book, she kept thinking about this matter, and couldn't concentrate at all.

That night, Fu Hanchuan did not enter her room again.

It was quiet at night, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor could be heard quietly.

Su Xiang heard the closing sound of the master bedroom door next door, she turned over and sat up, opened the door softly and walked towards the study.

A desk lamp was lit in the dark room, Su Xiang stood beside the trash can, looking down at the ball of paper.

After standing for a while, she bent down and picked up the ball of paper, unfolding it.

The wrinkled paper was no longer straight. Su Xiang looked at the graceful dancing woman on the ticket, and for some reason, her eyelids suddenly jumped up.

The more I looked, the heavier my heart became.

Lu Weiqi, who is she?
……

Since the night of Christmas Eve, Fu Hanchuan has never been to Su Xiang's room, nor has Su Xiang been to the master bedroom. I can't fight, and I don't say a word when we meet.

The two of them had their own affairs, so they didn't feel anything was going on in this kind of life, but at night, Su Xiang dreamed about what happened three years ago again, and woke up crying.

The sedative medicine that Fu Hanchuan had prepared for her had already been taken. On this day, Su Xiang went to the hospital to dispense some more.

When walking out of the hospital, a figure walked out behind her, watching her walk towards the parking lot, his gaze followed her far away.

Lu Weiqi did not expect to meet Su Xiang in the hospital. This was the first time she had seen her in person. Although she only glanced at her from a distance, she still recognized her face.

It's been three years, and even after three years, she still has a fresh memory of this face.

I still remember the pain she felt as if her heart had been pierced to death while watching the uproarious news in Beicheng on the Internet.

Unforgettable, unforgettable forever.

The fingers clenched tightly one by one, so tight that the nails almost dug into the phalanges.

Seeing the car in the parking lot drive away, she took a deep breath and walked forward.

……

December 31, the last day of the year-end, this day is the New Year's Eve event held by Yaoshi.

Su Xiang originally only planned to help the children rehearse, and did not intend to come to participate, but Qi Lingyang said that she participated in almost half of this project, and she has contributed and worked hard, so she must come to participate.

In addition, the children were clamoring for her to come, so Su Xiang had no choice but to agree.

Because it was held at night, in the morning, Su Xiang greeted Fu Hanchuan before he went to work.

——I have something to do today, so I have to go home later.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at her and said lightly, "What are you going to do?"

——I haven't been helping the children rehearse the dance before, today is the day of the performance, and they must call me over.

(End of this chapter)