Because of the injury on his face, Fu Xing had not been home for a few days. He was annoyed that Fu Kun was bossing him around. Fu Xing had been living in his own apartment for the past few days!
His mother had not caught him for so long, so how could she let him go!
When Fu Xing opened the door, he saw the woman sitting on the sofa. He sighed helplessly, âCan you tell me if you are coming?â He thought that he had to change the password later!
âWhat? I canât come to your place!? Tell me, how long has it been since youâve gone back?â The womanâs face was very ugly. âWhat are you busy with?â
Fu Xingâs back was facing her. He didnât want to say anything, but the woman saw the injury on his face at a glance and asked, âWhat happened to your face? Did you fight with someone else?â
âNo,â Fu Xing said. He knew that he couldnât avoid it, so he simply sat on the sofa and let her look at him!
âYou child! Can you not let Mommy worry so much!â
Fu Xing looked at her. âI think Iâm fine! I donât need you to worry for me!â
âIs this your attitude when talking to Mommy? How did you become like this! You wouldnât talk back to me in the past!â As his mother said that, her eyes became moist again!
Fu Xing was helpless. He had never felt that his mother was so difficult to communicate with. He sighed and said, âIf you have something to say, just say it! In any case, you donât visit Three Treasures Palace for no reason!â
The woman looked at her scoundrel son. She had arranged such a good job and marriage for him, but he didnât accept it. In the end, he ended up in such a situation with nothing to gain. It was simply infuriating!
After calming herself down, she said, âThe Si family is going to hold a memorial service for Gao Ping the day after tomorrow. You should go over and go through the formalities!â
Fu Zhen frowned. âWhat?â
âI donât care what you think. Although Gao Ping is dead, you and Si Ling still have a marriage contract. Thereâs still no definite news about her!â She lowered her head and sighed. âDonât go too far. Go and take a look!â
Fu Xing found it a little funny. He looked at his mother and asked in confusion, âWhat kind of medicine did Gao Ping give you? Sheâs already dead, and you still miss her so much!â
âYou b*stard! Donât talk nonsense if you donât understand!â She panted heavily. She pressed on her chest, afraid that she would be angered to death by this stupid son. âSo what if sheâs dead! It doesnât affect us much. Whatâs really important is Si Ling! If thereâs no news of Si Ling now, then thatâs good news! How do you know if sheâll come back with the child in the future! If we donât do this properly now, how can we talk to her in the future!â
Fu Xing looked at his mother. âAre you crazy? What are you thinking about all day long! Si Ling jumped into the river! She might have died a long time ago, but the police didnât find out! What Gao Ping did was no small matter! Weâre already lucky that we werenât dragged down! Why are you still rushing up to her? What are you thinking about?!â
âGao Ping is dead, but this matter has already passed! The police didnât clearly state that Si Ling was involved in this matter, so Si Ling is innocent!â Her eyes were filled with stubbornness. âWhy do we have to push Si Ling out? Sheâs just a pitiful person! Sheâs still pregnant with your child! Thatâs my grandson!â As she spoke, she stood up angrily. She took a few steps on the spot. âWhy canât you listen!â
Fu Xing looked at her mother, his head aching. âIs that child really that important? You donât care who gave birth to it! And it doesnât matter how bad this personâs character is?â His tone was filled with doubt, but his tone was full of mockery! His mother had completely gone crazy, completely disregarding her basic worldview!
Looking at this woman who was glaring at him with a stubborn expression, Fu Xing understood. He smiled. âIf you want a grandson so much, just tell me directly! Thereâs no need to go through so much trouble, and thereâs no need to look forward to Si Ling anymore! Iâll find you a better one than Si Ling right away!â
Just as he finished speaking, a slap landed on his face. Fu Xingâs face was smacked so hard that it was slanted. He stuck out his tongue and touched a burning spot. He smiled. He had been hit a little too many times recently, and he was getting used to it!
âDo you know what youâre saying? How can you be so irresponsible!â
âTsk!â Fu Xing was a little numb. There was no point in talking anymore. He turned around, took off his coat, and was about to walk out!
âYou have to go! Do you understand?â
He didnât even turn his head. âGo if you want! It has nothing to do with me!â Ignoring his motherâs stomping and anger behind him, Fu Xing went downstairs and got into the car. He threw off a few fumes and left angrily!