This Time, I Will Get My Divorce Chapter 1415
This Time, I Will Get My Divorce
Chapter 1415 â Fatherâs Death Day As soon as Mama Feng saw the nervous expression of the little two, she knew what the little couple was worried about, and smiled, âDonât worry, the eldest young master, the eldest young lady, the old lady does not know about you for the time being, call the eldest young master, it should be that the death day of the young master is coming, so it is just to discuss how it is planned to be held this year.â
Can be called a young master, without big or small, only Fu Jingtingâs father, Fu Huai.
Fu Jingting immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, âCalculate the time, my fatherâs death day is indeed these days, I know, I will call my grandmother back in a while, hard work Fengâs mother.â
âWhat does the eldest young master say, okay, then I wonât bother you, Iâll go and prepare tomorrowâs ingredients first.â After that, Mama Feng turned around and went back to the kitchen.
Rong Shu looked at the man, âDadâs death day, we will all go to worship then, right?â
Fu Jingting bowed, âOf course, but you donât have to go, you are physically inconvenient, I can go by myself.â
âHow about that.â Rong Shu shook her head, âHow can I be absent from this kind of sacrifice to the elders, and Iâm not really unable to move, itâs still no problem to go for a few hours.â Hearing her say this, and seeing that she insisted on going, Fu Jingting thought about it and finally agreed.
After all, he had never let her see his parents before, and now it was time for her to meet them too.
âOkay, then, Iâll take you there.â Fu Jingting touched her hair and agreed.
Rong Shu snorted, âThen you call your grandmother back, otherwise the old man should fall asleep in a while.â
âOkay, Iâll call my grandmother.â Fu Jingting said, took out his mobile phone, and returned to the old lady.
At this time, there is not much left before the old ladyâs bedtime, so if you donât call the old lady at this time, you have to wait until tomorrow.
Soon, the old ladyâs call was connected, and Fu Jingting turned on the hands-free so that Rong Shu could also hear it.
The kind and happy voice of the old lady came, âShushu, I still call my grandmother so late.â The corner of Fu Jingtingâs mouth twitched.
Did the grandmother do it on purpose, this is obviously his call, his mobile phone number, he doesnât believe that the grandmother didnât see it, but the grandmother skipped him, saying that Xiaoyezi called, is there still him this grandson in her eyes?
Rong Shu looked at the manâs somewhat blackened handsome face, covered her lips and smiled, and responded to the other end of the phone, âGrandmother, didnât bother you to rest so late, right?â
âNope.â The old lady replied with a smile: âGrandmother I, the older I get, the more I canât sleep, this time I am very energetic, did not disturb me, on the contrary, you called over, accompany my old woman to talk, my old woman is still very happy.â
âWell, weâre worried that weâll disturb your grandmotherâs rest.â Rong Shu smiled and said, âGrandmother, itâs like this, just now Mother Feng told us that you called Jing Ting in the afternoon, let Jing Ting wake up and come back to you, and now this call is from Jing Ting.â
In any case, what men do, of course, has to be attributed to men, and they canât grab the credit themselves.
At this time, Fu Jingting finally spoke, âGrandmother, you are for your fatherâs death day, right?â When the old lady heard the two words of death, sadness and loneliness suddenly appeared on her originally smiling face.
After all, it was her son.
The white-haired person sending the black-haired person is enough to make her an old woman miserable, and the annual black-haired personâs death day is even more ripping her heart.
But even if she has a heart, she must face it, and she cannot forget her son.
âYes, your fatherâs death day is coming, that is, three days later.â The old lady sighed, âI want to ask you how you plan to do this year.â
âGrandmother, I already know who killed my father.â Fu Jingting did not immediately answer the old ladyâs words, but first talked about this matter.
After the old lady listened, except for the hand holding the mobile phone tightened, there was not much emotional change on her face.
Obviously, she has long been clear about this matter.
Also, how did his son die, as a mother, will he really not investigate?
Perhaps a long time ago, she already knew who the murderer was, but she never said it or made a move.
After not hearing the old ladyâs reply, Fu Jingting also guessed what the old lady was thinking, and his thin lips moved, and asked, âGrandmother, do you already know?â
As soon as these words came out, Rong Shu also looked at the phone in surprise.
You know, Fu Jingting said that he hadnât told his grandmother about this.
The air suddenly became quiet, and Rong Shu and Fu Jingting could only hear the old ladyâs breathing, which came over the phone.
Otherwise, they thought that the old lady had fallen asleep and hung up the phone.
After a long time, just as Fu Jingting was about to ask again, the old lady finally spoke, âThatâs right, I knew about this matter five years ago.
Fu Jingtingâs pupils shrank, âFive years ago!â His father died twelve years ago, and it took him twelve years to find the murderer behind it.
Unexpectedly, my grandmother actually knew about it five years ago.
âBut why, you didnât tell me?â Fu Jingtingâs throat moved, and he asked with some incomprehension.
Since the old lady had known so long ago, she should have told him earlier, maybe now Su Cheng has long paid the price for his actions, and his fatherâs hatred has long been repaid.
How the old lady didnât understand what Fu Jingting was thinking in her heart, she sighed