Strong marriage lock: Fu Shao's dumb new wife

Chapter 82 The meaning of the old man is to have more children

As the New Year approaches, the bustling city of Beicheng is becoming more and more empty. Many migrant workers have already embarked on the road back to their hometowns. Outdoor construction and large cranes have stopped. The places where food stalls were originally placed on the roadside are only left on the ground. A puddle of oil.

Su Xiang sat lazily on a window seat in the bookstore, propped his chin, and looked at the opposite road.

After the commercial was filmed, she had nothing else to do. She read books to prepare for the exam on weekdays, and then looked forward to the release of the Spring Festival commercial.

The phone rang, Su Xiang regained consciousness, and a message came in: Go back to the old house.

Looking at the simple three words, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.

But she still packed the books on the table, got up and walked out.

The car arrived at the Fu family's old house a while later. The butler, Mr. He, was waiting at the door. When he saw her get off the car, he said calmly, "Madam, sir is waiting for you in the study."

Su Xiang was taken aback for a moment, she thought it was Mrs. Zhuo Ya who was looking for her, but it was Mr. Da Fu?

In the past three years, Su Xiang had few opportunities to face Fu Zhengnan directly, and Mrs. Zhuo Ya usually directed her this and that.

Su Xiang sighed slightly, and walked inside.

In the study room, Fu Zhengnan was looking down at the company documents while wearing reading glasses. When he heard the knock on the door, he said "Come in". Su Xiang pushed the door and went in. Seeing that he was busy, he stood quietly aside.

I don't know what's important about this father-in-law. Want to find her in person?

Su Xiang stood there for a long time, and waited until Fu Zhengnan finished reading the stack of documents on the table before he took off his reading glasses and looked at her.

The sharp and serious eyes made Su Xiang straighten her back unconsciously, and she nodded to him.

Fu Zhengnan didn't expect her to be able to call out a father or father, so he said in a deep voice, "I heard that you took a commercial?"

Su Xiang was slightly surprised, but this matter was not a secret, she nodded, took out her mobile phone from her bag, and was about to explain to him, when Fu Zhengnan waved his hand and said indifferently: "I don't have time to see you What are you talking about, I asked you to withdraw that advertisement. If there is a breach of contract fee involved, the Fu family can still afford compensation."

Su Xiang was startled, and his eyes widened.

Mr. Da Fu is really efficient, and he didn't even give her a few minutes to explain.

She bit her lip and wrote on the phone screen: What if I don't want to?
Fu Zhengnan glanced at her coldly: "There is no room for whether you want to or not, you have to obey, otherwise, please leave the Fu family immediately. Our Fu family can't afford to lose this person."

Su Xiang's face turned pale, and after a few seconds of stiffening, he stuffed his phone into his bag and walked towards the door.

Just as she was holding the doorknob with her fingers, Fu Zhengnan's cold voice came from behind: "I can allow you to live in our Fu's house as a mute, but the premise is that you are safe. If you are so disturbed again If you don't share, don't blame our Fu family for being ruthless to you."

Su Xiang's fingers clenched the doorknob tightly, which made her finger bones ache.

An Fen, do you mean let her live silently like an invisible person?
With a click, she opened the door.

There is a strong smell of cigars and a heavy depressive atmosphere in the study, while the outside of the study is fresh air and a spacious living room, but this is not as good as the wider view outside the house.

She took a step forward, and the deep voice of the man behind her continued.

"Also, don't influence Fu Hanchuan any more. He is the heir of our Fu family, and we won't allow you to stir up trouble!"

With his back facing Fu Zhengnan, Su Xiang's body was stiff, his throat rolled over forcefully, he straightened his back and walked out.

Downstairs, Mrs. Zhuo Ya probably didn't know that Su Xiang was coming, and she was slightly taken aback when she saw her coming down the stairs.

Seeing her, Lu Weiqi smiled and said hello: "Mrs. Fu."

Seeing Lu Weiqi, Su Xiang frowned slightly, feeling instinctively disgusted.

No matter how perfect she is, she is Fu Hanchuan's ex-girlfriend, the person he misses in his heart, and she is Mrs. Fu, so it is impossible for her to feel comfortable seeing this person in this opposite relationship.

I also want to know why Mrs. Zhuo Ya brought Lu Weiqi here. At this time, Lu Weiqi is no different from Jin Yuxin before, they are here to replace her.

But Lu Weiqi... If she becomes Mrs. Fu, will she return to her original position?
Thinking of this, she felt a twinge in her heart, and it was difficult to pretend to be unrestrained and unconcerned.

Su Xiang raised an unsuccessful smile and walked straight to the door.

Mrs. Zhuo Ya turned her head to look at Su Xiang's back, and then looked in the direction of the study room. Without saying anything, she asked the servant to make tea.

"Madam, I'll go out first." Lu Weiqi nodded to her, then turned and walked towards the door.

Su Xiang opened the car door and was about to sit in it when Lu Weiqi chased after him.

"Mrs. Fu, please wait a moment."

Su Xiang held the car door, turned to look at the woman trotting over.

Lu Weiqi stood still in front of her, panting for breath, and the white mist she exhaled floated in the air.

"Mrs. Fu, last time at the annual meeting...you don't misunderstand what I have with Han Chuan, do you?"

Su Xiang looked at her silently, without any response, Lu Weiqi smiled lightly, brushed a strand of hair from her ear behind her ear, and after relieving her embarrassment a little, she smiled and said, "I have no other intention, I just don't want cause your misunderstanding."

"Han Chuan finds it difficult to fall in love with someone. I don't want Mrs. Fu to misunderstand him because of my relationship."

Su Xiang lowered his head and opened his handbag, took out his mobile phone and wrote: Miss Lu, there is no need for you to tell me these things, right?
After reading it, Lu Weiqi suddenly said, "Yeah... yes... I seem to have crossed the line."

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes slightly, Su Xiang looked at her, she didn't speak, she couldn't just slam the car door and leave.

She wrote on her phone: Is there anything else you need?
Lu Weiqi looked at it, as if remembering something, lowered her head and took out a box from her bag, and then saw her take out two tickets, put them on top of the box and handed them to Su Xiang.

Su Xiang looked at the face of the ticket and recognized it as Lu Weiqi's ballet ticket.

Lu Weiqi said: "I originally planned to hand this over to Han Chuan. Since I happened to meet Mrs. Fu, please ask Mrs. Fu to hand it over to me."

As she said that, she smiled narrowly: "It seems that Han Chuan and I are not convenient to meet in private, so I will ask Mrs. Fu."

"These two performance tickets are for you and Han Chuan. When I came back last time, I gave him the tickets, but he was probably afraid of you thinking too much, so he didn't come. Well... this is the last performance of my tour .After it's over, I'm going to Spain to participate in a variety show..."

"Mrs. Fu, if you are interested, come and watch with Han Chuan. To be honest, our dance troupe's performance is really good. Even if you don't come to see me, you can also watch other people's performances."

Su Xiang took the box and the tickets, Lu Weiqi seemed to have completed the task, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go in first, Mrs. Zhuo Ya invited me over for dinner." She looked back at the villa inside, "Don't misunderstand Mrs. Fu, Madam, she just likes to watch my performance and just wants to chat with me."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

With the box in his hand, Su Xiang glanced at her back, as if he had taken a piece of coal, neither threw it nor took it.

This woman is so eloquent that she has no room to refuse.

Su Xiang got in the car, put the box on the passenger seat, and wanted to ignore it, but the box seemed to be talking, and kept tempting Su Xiang to glance at it again and again.

She picked up the box again, weighed it, and shook it again. She didn't know what was in it, it weighed about one or two catties, and there was a muffled gurgling sound when it was shaken.

Since it is inconvenient to hand it over to Fu Hanchuan privately, why not send it by courier?Now the same city courier will deliver it in a few hours.

Su Xiang glanced at the villa, took a deep breath, put the box back on the passenger seat, and drove forward.

In the villa, Mrs. Zhuo Ya was drinking tea, watched Lu Weiqi walk in, and said, "What did you tell her, it took so long?"

Lu Weiqi smiled, sat down on the sofa opposite her, and said, "It's nothing, I want to invite Mrs. Fu to my last performance."

Mrs. Zhuo Ya looked at Lu Weiqi for a few seconds, with an admiring look on her face, and said: "As expected of Miss Lu, she has a great atmosphere and extraordinary wrists. You can still hold your breath when facing her."

She shook her head slightly: "My eyes hurt when I see her, but I don't have your patience."

Lu Weiqi said: "Mrs. Fu is quiet and has a good temper and understands things. I think it's good."

She picked up the tea and took a sip, the corners of her lips curled up, and a gleam of light flashed across her eyes.

I just want to take it slowly, let that woman feel ashamed of her and suspicious of Fu Hanchuan. She won't be able to bear this kind of feeling bit by bit, day by day...

……

When Su Xiang returned home, she put the box in the study, on Fu Hanchuan's desk. Just as she was about to leave, she took another look at the box and picked it up.

She wanted to put it on the bedside table in the bedroom, but Fu Hanchuan saw it and opened it in front of her, so that she could know what was inside.

However, if Fu Hanchuan avoided her to open it, it would be a waste of time.

After thinking about it, she put the box back on the desk, tore off a post-it note and pasted it on the box, and wrote: Miss Lu entrusted me to hand it over to you.

In the evening, Su Xiang put the last casserole soup on the dining table and glanced at the door. At this time, Fu Hanchuan should have returned.

Fu Ying walked over with her mobile phone in her hand: "Mama, call."

Su Xiang picked up the phone and looked at it. Fu Hanchuan sent her a message that he would not come back for dinner tonight.

Su Xiang picked up Fu Ying and put him in the child seat. He filled a bowl of soup from the casserole and blew it cold to feed his son.

Tonight's dinner is just for her and her son.

It was around eight o'clock when Fu Hanchuan came back. The husband and wife had a face-to-face meeting, but each had nothing to say. Fu Hanchuan went to the study, and Su Xiang carried his son into the children's room and took him to take a bath.

The door behind him was closed, and Su Xiang was standing at the door with his son in his arms, and there was still a vaguely scented fragrance in the air.

She glanced at the closed door, this incense is the white-skinned old mountain incense from Fu's old house, Mrs. Zhuo Ya bought it from India, the fragrance is unique and expensive.

Lu Weiqi had dinner at Fu's house tonight, and Fu Hanchuan also went back. It seemed that Mrs. Zhuo Ya was going to repeat her old tricks again.

But in the past, she didn't shy away from her going to eat, and it would be better if she was there, so that she could stab her a few times from time to time.

But it's different for Lu Weiqi, she probably thinks that she, the housewife, is an eyesore.

Let the perfect Ms. Lu fight to get Fu Hanchuan back, and people will not let her go when she is there.

Su Xiang pulled the corner of her lower lip lightly, then turned and closed the door.

In the study room, as soon as Fu Hanchuan walked to the desk, he saw the box on top. He reached out and took off the top post-it note, picked it up to look at it, and pasted the post-it note on the computer casually.

He opened the box, and inside was a crystal ring trophy wrapped in scraps of paper. It was the one he proposed to Lu Weiqi three years ago.

Fu Hanchuan picked it up, glanced at the shelf beside him, and put the trophy on it.

With seven trophies in total, he has all the trophies in his racing career.

The next day, Mother Song went to the study to clean up. Su Xiang pretended to go in to find a book, and glanced at the desk.

The carton has been thrown in the trash can, and there is an extra trophy on the shelf.

Su Xiang has been in this study room many times, and she even arranges the books on the bookshelves in order, so she is very clear about the arrangement inside.She recognized it immediately, there was an extra trophy on the shelf.

Su Xiang reached out and took down the trophy, his eyes flickered slightly.

This is the one where Fu Hanchuan proposed to Lu Weiqi back then, right?

The ring shape is crystal clear, like a ring. If it was her, she would definitely agree.

Lu Weiqi... actually let Fu Hanchuan who loves her so much not to...

Su Xiang laughed at himself and put the trophy back.

……

The days continued to pass unhurriedly, and finally it was New Year's Eve. This was Su Xiang's third Spring Festival at Fu's house.

The weather was cold, and Mr. Fu couldn't come out of his room when winter came. Fu Hanchuan and the other Fu family all went into his room to pay New Year's greetings to him. Su Xiang couldn't go in without Mr. Fu's permission, so he could only wait in the corridor.

Su Run sent her a message asking when she would be free to take Fu Hanchuan and Fu Ying back to her mother's house for dinner, Su Xiang deleted the message.

Faint voices came from the room, after a while, Mrs. Zhuo Ya came out and said to Su Xiang: "The old man let you in."

Su Xiang followed her into the room and stood beside Fu Hanchuan.

The winter is tough, the old man has become weaker since the last time he saw him during the Mid-Autumn Festival, his eyes are sunken, and his lips are purple and black.On one side of the bed, there was a ventilator, which seemed to have just been used.

There was a cushion in front of the bed. Under Mrs. Zhuo Ya's instruction, Fu Ying knelt down in a proper manner, put his hands together, and bowed to Mr. Fu three times. Healthy, long life."

The little guy was dressed in a Tang suit, and his pink and white face looked as cute as a doll in a New Year's painting. The more Mr. Fu looked at it, the more he liked it, and he took out a red envelope from the pillow.

"Okay, good, great-grandson, great-grandpa will give you a big red envelope."

Fu won the red envelope and showed it to Su Xiang with a smile: "Ma Ma, here you are."

Su Xiang helped him stuff the red envelope into his pocket, then walked to the cushion, knelt down, and bowed to the old man.

Mr. Fu only glanced at her and didn't say anything, as if he was just to confirm whether she was still staying in Fu's house. When he saw her, he frowned and glanced at Fu Hanchuan, as if he was dissatisfied with him.

Mr. Fu waved his hand: "Okay, I'm tired, you all go out."

When a group of people walked out of the room, it was considered as the New Year's greetings to Mr. Fu.

Su Xiang was the last one to walk, and when she reached the garden, Mrs. Zhuo Ya stopped her.

"The old man saw Fu Ying just now and said he wanted to have some more. The Fu family is small, but the family business is getting bigger and bigger. It will be too hard for Fu Ying to bear alone in the future."

Su Xiang's eyebrows moved, the old man still wanted her to be born again?

Back then, the old man agreed to marry her in just to see his great-grandson.When Fu Ying was born, the old man was struggling with life and death, and so was she.

Fu Ying was born, and the old man survived the crisis safely, so Fu Ying was especially favored.

Just now, she saw that the old man's condition is not very good, so she doesn't want to have a baby again, right?

However, if she could give birth, according to Fu Hanchuan's frequency, she would have given birth long ago.

As soon as this thought flashed through, Mrs. Zhuo Ya said the next sentence.

"When you gave birth to Fu Ying, your body suffered too much damage. In the past few years, I don't see any movement in your stomach. I'm afraid you can't do it. Su Xiang, your Su family has benefited a lot from Fu's family these years. The Fu family can be regarded as worthy of your family."

"Now, Ms. Lu is back too. You know about her relationship with Han Chuan, right?"

"What do I mean, do you understand?"

Mrs. Zhuo Ya didn't want to speak too badly during the Chinese New Year, so she left these few words and continued to move forward.

The wind in the garden was bitterly cold, and Su Xiang felt chilly all over his body.Fortunately, in the past three years, this practice has made her "skillful", and she didn't feel too much heartache.

Thinking back, Mrs. Zhuo Ya hasn't said these words to her for a long time.

It was already an accident that she could give birth to Fu Ying. The Fu family would never want her to have a second or third child.

The Fu family is in urgent need of a new generation of Mrs. Fu to add more children and grandchildren for the noble family...

Entering the main building of Fu's house, the oncoming heating made Su Xiang, who was in the cold, tremble. Fu Hanchuan stood not far from the entrance hall, looked back at her, then turned and walked towards the restaurant.

Su Xiang looked at his back, Fu Hanchuan, what was he thinking?
The Fu family's New Year's Eve dinner was deserted. There was a large table of dishes, and the seats on the table were not full.

It's no wonder that Mr. Fu wants to have a few more children, at least it will be lively.

Probably because too many things have been accumulated this year, the meal was more unpleasant than before. There was almost no voice at the table. Even Fu Ying felt the strange atmosphere and ate obediently.

Watching the New Year's Eve in the old house, Su Xiang listened to the sound of fireworks outside and watched the Spring Festival Gala.

If she is still a teacher at school, then this year's TV station in the city will definitely arrange her show on the Spring Festival Gala.

She checked the time, and her advertisement would be broadcast in the early morning.

This is her best gift this year.

Fu Hanchuan came out of the bathroom, his body was still wet. He glanced at the little woman who was watching the TV with great interest, and threw the towel over.

A large piece of towel covered Su Xiang's entire head, and his eyes were suddenly white.

Su Xiang pulled off the towel angrily, and Fu Hanchuan turned off the TV: "What's there to watch, it's so noisy, come and wipe my hair."

He sat down on the leather sofa, picked up a stack of documents on the coffee table, and started to read.

Su Xiang resisted the urge to roll his eyes, grabbed the towel and rubbed his thick black hair vigorously a few times.

"Wipe it well." The man raised his head and glared at her. Su Xiang didn't want to quarrel with him, and in the future he would have a gentle woman like Lu Weiqi to help him brush his hair.

Thinking of this, she felt a sudden soreness in her heart, so sore that her nose was blocked.

The movements of his hands also softened and slowed down.

There won't be many chances in the future, just take it as his reward for taking care of her in the past three years.

But the next day, when Su Xiang saw her advertisement, she became angry.

The unit she participated in was completely cut out, and the children's part was changed to the part where they learned sign language dance at school.

It is impossible to change the content that has been fixed at will. When she was shooting, the photographer also said that the completion was very good, and the editor could not cut this section for no reason and replace it with other content.

Su Xiang grabbed the phone and immediately sent a message to Qi Lingyang.

Hawthorn is not fragrant: Why is my advertising section gone?

After the message was sent, she sat there with one foot shaking uncontrollably, and looked at her phone from time to time.

After a while, Qi Lingyang's phone came in directly, and before it rang twice, Su Xiang answered it.

"Su Xiang, I thought you would send me a happy new year first on the first day of the new year."

Su Xiang was taken aback. There was a group in their project team, and all the New Year wishes were posted in the group last night, so they didn't send it separately.

But soon, Su Xiang realized that Qi Lingyang was trying to change the subject, or trying to calm her down with a relaxed tone.

But how could she not be angry?
He was the one who asked her to design the ad, and he was the one who persuaded her to participate in the ad, but when she finished everything, what did she see?
She has no shots at all?
What is this, playing her for a fool?

Su Xiang tapped the screen twice hard to express her anger.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Lingyang lowered his tone and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. But if you don't delete your footage, our advertisement will face the problem of not being able to be released on the broadcasting platform. ,so……"

Su Xiang's heart skipped a beat, as if someone had hit his head with a stick.

Qi Lingyang didn't say it clearly, but she knew that someone put pressure on him and blocked her.

She is a passerby who is not considered a debut, not even an advertising actress, yet someone wants to block her?
But I also know who it is.

No wonder Fu Hanchuan didn't let her watch TV, because he didn't want her to see this commercial.

Holding the phone, she turned to look at the man sitting on the balcony basking in the sun, and hung up the phone.

——Why did you ask someone to cut my shot?

Fu Hanchuan took a sip of tea slowly, glanced at her and said, "You want to shoot commercials, but your addiction has passed you by, what else do you want?"

"Su Xiang, do you really think that your cleverness can pass the test with me?"

"Do you think I'll have nothing to do with you after you finish filming the commercial?"

At that moment, Su Xiang only felt that his chest was full of air, and he was about to explode with anger.

When she signed the commercial contract, he didn't object. He asked her to choose between filming commercials last year, and she did both, but in the end, he easily suppressed her success.

Could it be that in their Fu family, she can't make some achievements, but can only be a transparent and invisible person?

(End of this chapter)