Chapter 58 (Chapter 58) Liars are dogs.

Watching Tang Mingli diligently eat the food she had brought back, Fu's mother smiled with satisfaction, and was also glad that she hadn't listened to her and didn't have to worry about her dinner.

I knew it! How could someone who can eat two bowls of rice in one meal skip dinner? Even if they fall asleep, they'll definitely wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

However, the child has indeed been very tired these past two days, taking care of the three elders and also looking after the other grandparents in the same group.

In just two days, she won over so many people in her field. She didn't think she had done anything special, but everyone could feel it.

They offer you cooling balm when you're feeling unwell, and they proactively serve you soup at every meal. They never complain about your chattiness or slow pace, and they always call out to you sweetly whenever you need something.

The more Fu's mother thought about it, the prouder she became.

As the trip drew to a close, she couldn't quite remember how much fun she had, but she certainly wouldn't forget everyone's praise for Mingli.

"You know what? Several grandmas were worried about you because you weren't here for dinner tonight and wanted us to call you down to have dinner with them. But Grandma and I know you must be exhausted after being away for two days."

With her mouth full of food, Tang Mingli couldn't speak, so she could only nod frantically.

Thankfully not, otherwise it would have disturbed her nap. She's had several years of good sleep and can't stand the pain of sleep deprivation.

As Tang Mingli listened to her mother-in-law recount the praise her grandmothers had given her, she unconsciously finished the food in her lunchbox and went straight into the bathroom to wash it.

After she came out, she noticed that her mother-in-law was looking at her and laughing happily.

She touched her face shyly.

It's just that they can eat it, does that really make the elders so happy?

Unexpectedly, her mother-in-law suddenly said, "You know what? A grandma said that you can eat so much, you definitely won't be able to stand being hungry."

Tang Mingli: ...

Haha, grandmothers really have a unique way of judging people's strengths.

In their eyes, a big, strong build meant someone was healthy and robust, and she would assume that being able to eat a lot meant being fast.

But why is my mother-in-law still smiling?

Tang Mingli's heart raced. "Mom, what are you laughing at?"

Only then did Fu's mother realize that she had lost her composure. She tried hard to stop smiling and honestly said, "Looking at you makes me feel good."

She was so happy that just thinking about the old ladies praising their daughter-in-law made her smile uncontrollably.

If these words came from a woman of the same age, Tang Mingli would most likely think that she was about to experience a same-sex love affair.

Thankfully, it was my mother-in-law.

What's wrong with a mother-in-law liking her daughter-in-law?

Tang Mingli put down the lunchbox and climbed back into bed.

The air conditioning was so comfortable that she wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, leaving only her head sticking out.

After sleeping for a few hours, I felt very energetic and started chatting with my mother-in-law, mentioning that I had called home after returning to the hotel early that afternoon.

"I was shocked to learn that it was Fu Ci who answered the call."

Fu's mother was even more surprised than Tang Mingli, asking, "Why did he come home so early? That shouldn't be the case."

Tang Mingli smiled.

Look, everyone thinks the same thing.

The men in the Fu family are too ambitious; they give the impression that they should be busy. It's puzzling when the men are idle.

Tang Mingli said to her mother-in-law, "It's probably just a coincidence that I'm not busy and can finally rest for half a day."

Fu's mother subconsciously said, "That's such a pity. If he could be free these next few days, he could come out and play with us."

After saying that, the mother belatedly added, her heart aching for him, "He hasn't had a single day off this year, he really needs to rest, but..."

Fu's mother took a turn and started talking to Tang Mingli about her son's past.

“This child has never liked to stop since he was little. When he was around three or four years old, other children would build blocks into shapes they liked, but he would build them up like a tower, stacking them high and then sitting down to figure out which blocks would stay in place if he removed them. Other children would just play with new toys, but he would take them apart to study them.”

This was the first time Tang Mingli had heard her mother-in-law talk about Fu Ci's childhood, and she felt both surprised and amused.

"She's only three or four years old, yet her mental world is already so far ahead of her peers."

Hearing that Tang Mingli was praising her, Fu's mother actually breathed a small sigh of relief.

The reason she hadn't told Tang Mingli much about her son's childhood was because her son was so different from other children from a young age. She was somewhat worried that Tang Mingli might think, like some others, that he was abnormal when he was young.

When Fu Ci was a child, many people said that he was different from normal children. If you think about it, isn't that saying that her son is abnormal?

She gets furious every time.

It's clearly those people who can't understand, yet they insist that her son is abnormal.

Hearing her mother-in-law express her concerns, Tang Mingli's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could that be, Mom? Why would you think that? Fu Ci is just different from most other children."

She was referring to most other children, not other normal children.

In her view, there was nothing abnormal about this, and it inexplicably fit Fu Ci's personality. He was someone with an exceptionally strong inner self, capable of being alone and thinking independently.

A three- or four-year-old toddler, still a pretty little toddler, was sitting there, chin in hand, deep in thought. Just imagining the scene made Tang Mingli feel utterly adorable.

She became interested and begged her mother-in-law to tell her more about Fu Ci's childhood.

This was exactly what the foster mother wanted.

Every mother may have a subconscious urge to show off her child, but unfortunately, when the child is young, they stand out too much, and after a few words, others will say that their child is strange. As they grow older, they become too outstanding and dazzling, and there is no need for the mother to say anything.

Now that her daughter-in-law has spoken up, she has no choice but to say a lot.

Not only did he talk a lot about his early childhood, but he also talked a lot about his primary and junior high school years.

Tang Mingli listened in amazement.

Perhaps this is the path to becoming a chosen one.

Fu Ci is perhaps a born king; even if he were born into an ordinary family, he would surely rise to prominence sooner or later.

Fortunately, fate allowed him to be born into a family like the Fu family, which saved him from many detours.

Fu's mother's mouth was dry from talking. After taking a sip of water, she asked Tang Mingli, "What about you? What were you like when you were little?"

After talking so much about her son, she really wanted to know more about her daughter-in-law's childhood.

The story of Tang Mingli's upbringing that she learned about was truly heartbreaking, so she asked questions carefully, not wanting to touch on her daughter-in-law's sore spot and ruin her good mood for the trip.

When asked about her childhood, Tang Mingli's tone indeed turned somber.

"Actually, I don't remember anything from when I was a child."

Then she briefly talked about living with her grandparents, all of which were very faint memories.

In some ways, my childhood was quite similar to the original owner's; we were both raised by our grandparents.

The difference is that the original owner's parents died early, while she has parents but it's as if she has no parents at all.

Her parents only had eyes for her younger brother, who was a few years younger than her. When they talked to her, they would cry and complain about how hard it was to work outside and how difficult it was to earn money. They had no choice but to leave her in their hometown. However, her brother had been with them since he was a child. He attended good private schools from kindergarten to junior high school and never complained about how hard it was to earn money.

However, once she was able to work and earn money, they reappeared, feigning deep affection. They said things like how much they missed her when she wasn't around. They even pinned the annual Spring Festival trip back to their hometown on her, saying that if they didn't miss her, they wouldn't have to squeeze onto the train.

Tang Mingli didn't respond, but started sending her WeChat messages every day about the debts of gratitude to parents and children. Before long, she got annoyed and deleted and blocked her.

Few people who venture out into the world can maintain a good temper.

Going to work is annoying enough, but having to listen to incompetent parents brainwash you is unbearable.

After blocking and deleting her parents, some tactless relatives came to lecture her. She told them to tell them to go to court when they turned sixty and to do whatever the judge decides.

Unfortunately, she ultimately failed to outlive her biological parents in her previous life.

Tang Mingli reminisced about her past life and spoke lightly about the original owner's current life, which already made Fu's mother feel sorry for her.

It's normal for people not to remember things from their childhood, but it's heartbreaking if someone doesn't remember a single thing from their childhood. It means that nothing and no one from their childhood left a deep impression on them.

Fu's mother was extremely upset, but could only awkwardly comfort him: "It's okay, child. If you don't remember something, you don't have to. Life moves forward."

Tang Mingli felt that her mother-in-law's words made a lot of sense.

Life is all about moving forward. As long as you keep moving forward, you will eventually see the dawn and the day break.

However, she could also sense her mother-in-law's distress, so she deliberately brought up another topic: "If Fu Ci wanted to go to another city to do his own thing, would you support him?"

"Of course," Mrs. Fu answered readily, then countered, "Why wouldn't you support me?"

She didn't initially want her son to leave them for another city; rather, she wanted him to do his own thing.

"Not only will I support it, but my whole family will support it."

Although he didn't say anything grand or lofty, Tang Mingli was suddenly deeply moved, as if she were the one being supported.

Tang Mingli was moved, but Fu's mother misunderstood and looked annoyed after realizing what had happened.

"Mom forgot to consider your feelings. You must be reluctant to leave too far away. Mom understands, and I will definitely stand by you."

No, what did my mother-in-law mean by her last words?

The tone was as if she wanted to clip her son's wings.

Tang Mingli, forgetting all about being moved, quickly said, "No, no, no, I'm willing to part with it. But I don't want to be too willing to part with it."

"real?"

"Truly real! Absolutely true!"

To convince her mother-in-law, Tang Mingli widened her innocent eyes and tried her best to convey her sincerity.

Fu Mu: ...

I was skeptical.

...

...

Tang Mingli closed her eyes; "A liar is a puppy with a tail."

She stared so intently that her eyes almost ached and tears welled up in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Fu's mother was stunned.

I haven't heard such words in a long time, especially from an adult.

After a brief silence, the room was filled with Fu Mu's giggling laughter.

The last time she said this was probably when she was seven or eight years old. Many of her childish Mandarin phrases from childhood have inexplicably stopped being spoken as she grew up.

Hearing it again suddenly felt both familiar and funny.

Tang Mingli: ...

I closed my eyes again.

But this time it wasn't eye strain.

"Mom, we have to travel for a long time tomorrow, let's go to bed early."

"good."

Fu's mother agreed, but she still couldn't stop laughing.