Chapter 127 He has never felt this way before

The car drove into the villa. Fu Zheng got out of the car, stopped, and looked up. The light in the master bedroom was off.

After entering the living room, Fu Zheng turned on the light and deliberately looked in the drawer. The spare key to the master bedroom had been put back.

He walked into the room quietly.

The room was pitch black, with only a few rays of silver light shining through the gaps in the curtains onto the headboard, allowing her hair to be vaguely seen spread out on the pillow.

There was a small bulge in the middle of the big bed, and in the darkness, it looked extremely thin.

She was curled up with the quilt covering half of her face.

Fu Zheng gently sat down on the bed, slowly lifted a corner of the quilt, and stared at her sleeping face in the faint moonlight.

Only then did Fu Zheng discover that there was a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows, her temples were wet with sweat, and she was mumbling softly, as if she was having a nightmare.

Suddenly, she seemed to have dreamed of a very terrifying scene. Her breathing became heavier and more rapid. Her fingers dug several layers of wrinkles into the bed sheet. Her body was stiff and trembling. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her lips moved and she murmured something in a low voice.

Fu Zheng leaned over and heard her speaking in a weak, intermittent voice, "...No, I'm not, I didn't..."

A tear slowly seeped out of the corner of her eye, and along with her begging, it slowly slid down and disappeared into the pillow.

Fu Zheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, his throat rolling up and down. He raised his hand and gently patted Wen Liang's back, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said softly, "Go to sleep. I will protect you. I will not let anyone who hurts you go."

"Dad, I miss you so much, can you take me home?"

She dreamed of her father again.

She dreamed that when she was a child, her father had broad arms and let her sit on his shoulders.

She dreamed that she was sitting on the back seat of a tram and her father gave her his only raincoat.

She dreamed that every time she got a high score on an exam, her father would personally cook for her as a reward...

She misses home.

She wanted to return to the little house where she and her father lived together.

She didn't want to be the adopted daughter of the Fu family.

She is just Wen Liang, the daughter of journalist Wen Yongkang.

"Okay, I'll take you home when you wake up." Fu Zheng had no intention of taking advantage of Wen Liang at this moment.

Perhaps because he heard the comfort, Wen Liang felt much calmer and gradually fell asleep.

Fu Zheng looked at her gentle face and couldn't help but be lost in thought.

It turned out that her apparent calmness was just an effort.

She would also feel so aggrieved that she would cry at night in nightmares.

Zhou Yu was right, she shouldn't have to endure this.

Seeing the tears in the corners of her eyes, he couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart. It wasn't so sharp, but it made people feel lingering sour and suffocating.

Zhou Yu said that he liked Wen Liang, so he felt sorry for Wen Liang.

Is this what heartache feels like?

He covered Wen Liang with the quilt, gently stood up and left, carefully closed the door, and slowly walked down the stairs.

How can there be such an unbearable feeling in this world!

It hurts so much, but it's hard to describe.

Just like an old wound in the body, everything is normal on weekdays, but when it rains, the pain goes deep into the bone marrow. But you can't touch the wound or find the source, so you can only endure it and toss and turn.

He had never felt this way before!

Even when Chu Siyi got into trouble that year.

At that time, he felt mostly guilty.

At that time, he had just joined Fushi for an internship, and the data of the software he participated in developing was leaked!

After some investigation, he was the most suspicious person, and he would not leak Fu's secrets, so the only one who could access his computer was Chu Siyi.

He thought of several doubts and confronted Chu Siyi.

Chu Siyi cried and tried to distance herself from the matter, but she was unable to explain the doubts about herself.

The two had a quarrel.

The two had had several frictions before.

So he said, "Let's not meet for a few days. Let's each calm down and decide whether to continue."

But Chu Siyi couldn't accept it and ran out alone.

Then that happened.

After the incident, he often wondered if she would have been spared if he had chased her out that day.

But there are no ifs.

His grandfather's sigh, his colleagues' contempt, Fu Yue's comfort, and his senior brother's remedy were so heavy for him at that time.

He has no time for romance and can only try his best to make up for the various problems caused by the data leak.

After Chu Siyi was rescued, she suffered from psychological trauma and became extremely dependent on him.

He also didn't mention taking a few days to calm down.

Facing Chu Siyi, he felt more helpless, compensatory, and indulgent.

There has never been such a dense and dull pain as there is today, which is deeply rooted in my heart.

Fu Zheng stopped on the stairs, took out his cell phone and called Special Assistant Yang.

"Special Assistant Yang."

"Mr. Fu, what's the matter?" Special Assistant Yang thought that Fu Zheng had forgotten to remind him about tonight's cooperation.

"Hasn't the financial channel been wanting to do an interview with me? Tell them I've agreed."

"What?" Special Assistant Yang thought he was hallucinating.

Fu Zheng has always disliked the media prying into his privacy. Apart from the video footage of his speeches in public that has been circulated, he never accepts any interviews, has no social media account, and rarely appears in public.

"Mr. Fu, have you really thought it through?" Special Assistant Yang knew clearly that Mr. Fu was worried about Director Wen and planned to clarify it himself.

"Well, you go contact them and coordinate the time and any issues."

"yes."

…

On Saturday morning, Fu Zheng and Wen Liang went to the old house.

"Uncle! Aunt!"

Four-year-old Fu Rui came skipping out of the living room to greet them.

"Rui'er is here so early!"

Wen Liang took his hand and walked into the living room.

Fu Rui said seriously, "Uncle, aunt, my dad said he wants to take me hiking. Do you want to go with us?"

The mountain climbing that Fu Yue mentioned should refer to tomb sweeping.

The Fu family has a cemetery on a hill in the suburbs, where Fu Rong and his wife are buried.

Those are Fu Yue’s biological parents. He goes up the mountain to sweep their graves every year on this day.

Fu Zheng would go too, even though he didn't remember what his father looked like at all.

Last year, Fu Rui was too young, so he was not allowed to accompany us when we visited the graves.

"Let's go, uncle and aunt should go too." Wen Liang said.

"Great! I prepared a lot of snacks..."

After entering the living room, Wen Liang greeted the old lady first, "Grandma, sister-in-law."

The old lady looked at Wen Liang lovingly.

"Grandma, sister-in-law." Fu Zheng smiled faintly.

The old lady glared at him fiercely.

She has been watching all the recent news, and her good granddaughter-in-law has suffered so much in vain.

It's something that can be solved with a photo of the marriage certificate, but why make it so complicated!

"Where's grandpa? How is his health recently?" Wen Liang asked.

"It's the same as always. He's in the study, Zheng. Your grandfather told you to go upstairs to find him when you come."

"Okay." Fu Zheng responded and went upstairs.

It's easy to guess that grandpa scolded him for this incident.

Su Qingyun smiled and waved towards Wen Liang, "Aliang, come here, let me show you something."

"What?"

Wen Liang walked over.

Su Qingyun stretched out his wrist.

I saw an ice-blue bracelet on her fair wrist.

Wen Liang's smile paused, and then he praised nonchalantly, "Heart of the Ocean! Sister-in-law, big brother is so kind to you, he really got you one!"

Su Qingyun showed a happy smile on his face, "Where's yours? Didn't you bring it?"

"Didn't I ask you to bring it to me before?" the old lady smiled.

Wen Liang sighed and said with regret, "What a pity, grandma, you can't see it anymore!"

"What's wrong?"

"I accidentally broke the bracelet."

"So what? If you like it, you can ask Zhen to buy you another one!"

Unfortunately, she didn't like it, not at all.

Whenever she saw the bracelet, she would think of that night, the night when Fu Zheng made his choice, the night when Fu Zheng resolutely left...