Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 322 I Like You, Do You Understand

An Qiyu suddenly remembered Fu Heng's face that day, it seemed to be full of pampering.

She doesn't know much about the entanglement between Fu Heng and Chu Ci for the time being, but she can intuitively tell that Chu Ci still loves that man very much.

But that man, An Qiyu doesn't know him very well, so she can't comment much, but she has lived in a wealthy family for so many years, and she knows a lot of men in a wealthy family, and most of her personality is clear.

Rich and love to play.

Nothing more than this.

Chu Ci took a deep breath to avoid her topic and asked, "Mrs. An, tell me, what exactly does a woman want?"

An Qiyu raised his face and took a deep look at her. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "When I was young, I wanted a lot of love, and after I got a lot of love, I wanted a lot of money."

It's best to have lots and lots of love and lots and lots of money.

But not everyone will get both things.

After being silent for a while, An Qiyu said again: "Later, I abandoned my love for money. At first I thought I would not regret it, but after more than 30 years, I still feel heartache when I think about it."

She dragged her cheeks and said with a smile: "Women, in fact, they just want to have a stable life. Some people love themselves, some people love themselves, and whether they have too much money is actually not particularly important."

But it's just a pity that she didn't realize this truth until now.

Looking at the daughter in front of her, whose features were not very similar to her own, An Qiyu suddenly felt a strange pain in her heart. She clearly had her own daughter by her side, but she just couldn't recognize her.

Probably this is retribution.

Chu Ci didn't know why An Qiyu suddenly said so much to her, so she could only smile and said, "I'm 28 now, not my age, and I have two children, so I must not be too high-minded when looking for a man."

Fu Heng is still willing to marry her, which is actually quite touching.

It's just that when you get older, you naturally have to consider a little more things than before.

An Qiyu took a sip of tea slowly, and said quietly: "I know that Fu Heng had an affair before. I heard from people in the circle that the relationship is very unusual."

Fu Heng's gossip partner?
Chu Ci raised her eyes, "Well, is it warm?"

"Ok!"

"I know!" Chu Ci's tone was indifferent, and he didn't care.

"You do not care?"

Chu Ci thought for a while: "It's okay!"

She kept her head down, so An Qiyu couldn't figure out what she meant.

Having not seen each other for so many years, An Qiyu basically doesn't know much about Chu Ci. She can't figure out what Chu Ci is thinking with just a few words, but she is still not very relieved, so she Secretly thinking about whether to talk to Fu Heng or not.

The only thing she can give to Chu Ci is to hope that she will be happy, and that's it.

Just as he was talking, the door of the box was pushed open, and it was An Shaoyun who walked in.

Having not seen each other for several months, An Shaoyun seems to have lost a lot of weight, and it seems that the life there is not very good.

Seeing Chu Ci, he immediately narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Chu Chu, long time no see, miss me?"

His amber eyes were still so gentle.

An Qiyu glanced at him, and said calmly: "Chu Ci is getting married soon, have you thought about what gift to give when the time comes?"

Chu Ci, "..."

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, An Shaoyun's face changed instantly: "Chuchu, are you getting married?"

"..." Chu Ci froze for a moment, "Not sure yet."

An Shaoyun breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you're not sure."

He touched his head: "I still have a chance."

An Shaoyun grew up in the West since he was a child, so expressing his feelings is also very direct. He had confessed his love to Chu Ci before, but at that time Chu Ci kept playing sloppy and was fooled.

He sat down beside him, picked up the glass and poured himself a glass of water: "Chuchu, would you like to give me a chance?"

Chu Ci, "Huh?"

This guy doesn't want to confess his love in front of his mother!
"Chuchu, I will cancel the engagement with the Carolingian family. Don't worry, I don't have a fiancée. Would you like to go back with me?"

Chu Ci, "..."

Before she could speak, An Qiyu's expression changed suddenly: "Dylan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Mother, I've made it clear that I will definitely not agree to this engagement."

"Are you crazy?"

Regardless of the broken marriage, An Qiyu also felt that it was very unreliable. An Shaoyun's temperament would never be manipulated by the family like this, but he actually confessed his love to Chu Ci? ? ?
"I'm not crazy. I think clearly. Rather than being manipulated by others and living a life I don't want, it's better to indulge myself."

He turned his face and looked at Chu Ci, his gentle and charming amber eyes were full of tenderness and seriousness.

An Shaoyun, who has always been cynical and unrestrained, is very serious at this moment: "Chuchu, let me say it again, I don't have a fiancee, I have settled the matter over there, I like you, do you understand?"

Chu Ci was in a daze the whole time, she hadn't been confessed like this for many years.

An Qiyu asked An Shaoyun to come here to confess to her, right?

Chu Ci was a little embarrassed, she coughed a few times: "Dylan, calm down."

"I'm calm."

"Ah, no, let me calm down."

Chu Ci took a deep breath and turned her gaze to An Qiyu.

An Qiyu's complexion was very ugly, she felt that her son was simply fooling around, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "Dylan, you are not a child anymore, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't have said it!"

An Shaoyun turned his face to An Qiyu; "I have made it very clear to my father that I will not marry."

An Qiyu finally got angry: "You are really crazy, crazy."

"Ma'am, why don't you understand? When I told you that I like Chuchu, you didn't object. Don't you also like her very much?"

An Qiyu pressed his temple: "I think you really lost your mind."

What does it mean to give up marriage with a Middle Eastern oil tycoon?
It means that they openly contradict the Carolingian family, so the old Carolingian's property will definitely not be given to An Shaoyun.

So what's the point of her giving up everything back then.

It's just doing useless work.

Just as An Qiyu was about to speak, the waiter opened the door and came in: "Ma'am, can I order?

"No, you go back first."

An Qiyu waved his hand and supported his forehead: "Dylan, you are not a child anymore, you have to be responsible for what you say."

An Shaoyun didn't speak, but turned his head and said to Chu Ci, "You know, I'm not joking."

Perhaps the half-truth and half-false tone made Chu Ci feel that he was joking, but now, he is really serious.

During that time in the United States, he figured out some things. Instead of living with a woman he doesn't love for the rest of his life, it's better to go after someone he really likes.

An Qiyu clenched her fists tightly and closed her eyes: "An Shaoyun, take back what you just said."

Then she stood up and went out.

Chu Ci stared at An Qiyu's leaving back with wide eyes, and said to An Shaoyun with some anxiety: "Shaoyun, your mother seems to be angry."

An Shaoyun raised his eyebrows, and smiled indifferently: "She's just afraid that I won't get old Carolingian's property."

He picked up the water glass: "In her eyes, the important thing is the fame and status. My son is not that important."

Chu Ci opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to comfort her.

It was a while before she said, "Dylan, you're too headstrong."

"Is it capricious?"

An Shaoyun smiled indifferently: "Aren't you not married yet?"

Chu Ci pursed her lips: "I am a 28-year-old woman with two children, Dylan, stop joking with me, really."

If it is a girl who is ten years younger, she may still be looking forward to the most romantic confession and love in this world.

"I'm not kidding."

Chu Ci pursed her lips: "Trust me, you will meet better ones."

There is no more tactful and cruel rejection than this.

"Do you love Fu Heng?"

Chu Ci avoided this topic, but said: "Go and coax your mother, she is also thinking about your future, today's matter is just a joke, okay?"

An Shaoyun didn't speak, but his eyes dimmed for a moment.

…………

It was past eight o'clock in the evening after Chu Ci returned home, because she had an appointment with Mrs. An today, so after the nanny at home prepared dinner for the children, there was nothing left.

Chu Ci found a bucket of dried noodles in the refrigerator, and the nanny was upstairs taking care of the children, so Chu Ci simply cooked the noodles for herself.

Fu Heng came back halfway through the cooking. When he saw Chu Ci, he looked at the time again, and said calmly, "It's quite early to be back?"

Chu Ci glanced at the kitchen: "Yes, I haven't had dinner yet?"

"Ok?"

Fu Heng was rather curious.

Chu Ci sat down on the sofa: "An Shaoyun had a quarrel with his mother, and Mrs. An left."

Thinking about it, An Shaoyun was also very impulsive, and he said those words without knowing what kind of stimulation he received.

Fu Heng glanced at the kitchen: "Cooking noodles?"

"Well, cook some tomato and egg noodles."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, President Fu said, "Cook me a bowl, I just didn't eat it."

Chu Ci rarely cooks, but she is quite good at cooking noodles.

While eating noodles, Fu Heng glanced at her, and said meaningfully: "An Shaoyun and Mrs. An quarreled, and then you came back without even eating?"

Chu Ci nodded: "Yes, it is said that Dylan is unwilling to marry, Mrs. An seems very angry!"

A dim light flashed in Fu Heng's eyes: "Well, as far as I know, Mrs. An got divorced after giving birth to her child."

"Well, so their mother-child relationship is not very good."

Chu Ci was a little emotional: "I have seen too many mothers and children, and suddenly I want to know what kind of person my mother is."

Fu Heng raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you not care before?"

Chu Ci lowered her head, lifted a piece of noodles, and sighed: "That's right!"

(End of this chapter)