Chapter 349 Wen Liang, You Are Not Wrong

On Sunday afternoon, Wen Liang and Fu Zheng took Fu Shifan back to the old house.

"Grandma, my uncle and aunt are here to see you!"

The little girl let go of the warm and cool hand and ran inside.

"Hey, Fanfan, grandma misses you so much."

The old lady was reading a newspaper in a lounge chair on the balcony wearing reading glasses.

Hearing the voice, she put down the newspaper and took off her glasses. As she walked towards the living room, she waved at Fu Shifan and asked with a smile, "Are your uncle and aunt here with you?"

"Um."

Fu Shifan's big eyes twinkled, he smiled, and tiptoed up, looking so agile.

The old lady leaned forward cooperatively.

Fu Shifan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "I call you auntie now, and she doesn't object."

My aunt always called herself Auntie before, but now hehehehe...

"Okay, okay."

The old lady straightened up and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

She was naturally happy to see the two of them reconcile.

The old lady liked the little girl's mischievous appearance, but when she noticed her eyebrows and eyes that were similar to Fu Zheng's, her heart skipped a beat.

Coupled with Fu Qingyue's attitude towards Fu Shifan, the old lady became more and more suspicious of Fu Shifan's identity.

But suspicion is just suspicion. She cannot raise it before anyone else does, and turn the suspicion into reality.

Otherwise, what should Fu Zheng and Wen Liang do?

Fu Zheng and Wen Liang came in one after another and greeted the old lady with a smile.

"Hey, why are you two here together today?"

The old lady looked at the perfect couple in front of her and sat down on the sofa with a smile. "Did you make an appointment?"

Hearing the teasing in the old lady's tone, Wen Liang's tense state relaxed a little.

Fu Zheng glanced at Wen Liang and said with a smile, "Grandma, don't ask about this."

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore."

The old lady saw Wen Liang avoiding her gaze and had a strange expression, and she just thought she was shy.

The housekeeping lady brought drinks and fruits, and the two sat down to talk to the old lady.

Hearing the care expressed by the old lady, Wen Liang felt more and more tormented and ashamed.

The fact that the old lady didn't know about it made her feel even more uncomfortable than if she knew. She was struggling and entangled in her heart, but she couldn't let the old lady see it.

She would rather the old lady knew the truth and scolded her.

But Wen Liang understood that his grandmother was old and could not withstand the blow, so hiding it from her was the most appropriate method.

After lunch, they sat with the old lady for a while before leaving.

Fu Zheng turned his palm in reverse and glanced at the rearview mirror. "Don't worry, even if grandma knows the truth in the future, she won't blame you."

"I just...ah..." Wen Liang sighed.

It is true that Fu Yue was related to her father's death, but the old man and the old lady were not aware of it and treated her like their own granddaughter. She was afraid of hurting their feelings.

"Wen Liang, you're not wrong," Fu Zheng said. "If someone doesn't understand you, or blames you for something, it only proves that you and that person are not on the same wavelength, and you can't become close friends."

Wen Liang pursed her lips, she knew Fu Zheng was right.

But... her childhood experiences made her have a people-pleasing personality, especially when facing friends and family. What's more, her blood relatives are no longer around, and her uncle and aunt are not very close to her. The old lady is her only elder, and the old lady's attitude is extremely important to her.

"Uncle, aunt, what are you talking about?" Fu Shifan asked curiously, looking up at his little face.

Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Your aunt did something and she's afraid your grandmother will be unhappy."

Upon hearing this, Fu Shifan leaned into Wen Liang's arms, raised her little face and looked at Wen Liang, smiling, "Don't be afraid, Auntie, I will always support you. If Grandma is angry with you, I will help you persuade her!"

Listening to the little girl's childish chatter, looking at her fair skin and chubby little face, Wen Liang felt relieved and pinched her little nose, "Thank you, Fanfan."

"You're welcome. This is what I should do!" Fu Shifan chuckled and said casually, "I have to go to school tomorrow. Auntie, can you take me there?"

"I'm afraid not. Auntie has a flight to catch tomorrow morning."

Before Fu Shifan could speak, Fu Zheng asked, "Catching a plane? Where are you going?"

"Beijing, attending the photography competition awards ceremony."

Fu Zheng paused and looked ahead expressionlessly.

He remembered that Huo Dongcheng was one of the judges of the photography competition, and he should go back too.

Fu Zheng pursed his lips.

"Wow, auntie is so awesome!" Fu Shifan exclaimed.

On Monday in kindergarten, Fu Shifan arrived in the classroom and asked his deskmate, "Who brought you here this morning?"

"My mom, what's wrong?" my deskmate was puzzled.

Fu Shifan sighed pretentiously, "My aunt sent me here today. My mom went to the capital."

The children in this kindergarten come from wealthy or noble families, so it is not surprising that they have drivers and nannies at home.

Sure enough, my deskmate followed up by asking, "What did you do in Beijing?"

"I was attending an award ceremony, and my mom's photography won first prize in the competition."

"Wow, your mom is amazing!"

Fu Shifan's lips curled up slightly, then flattened and sighed, "Well, she said she would bring the trophy back to show me, but I still want her to spend more time with me."

My deskmate immediately said, "Your mother knows everything. I envy you so much. My mother does nothing at home except shopping."

Fu Shifan said politely, "Then your mother will definitely have a lot of time to spend with you, which is also good."

…

It takes about three hours to fly from Jiangcheng to Beijing.

Wen Liang got off the plane and went to pick up his luggage while turning on his phone.

As soon as I turned on my phone, several WeChat messages popped up.

Huo Dongcheng asked about Wen Liang's flight yesterday. The message was sent on time, five minutes ago. "Have you arrived?"

"Get your luggage and wait for me for a few minutes."

"Okay, I'll treat you to lunch today. What would you like to eat?"

“Peking duck?”

"……Can."

Wen Liang pulled his suitcase into the busy terminal hall, stopped and looked around.

Not far away, Huo Dongcheng, dressed in a suit, tall and handsome, attracted the attention of many passers-by.

"Brother Dongcheng."

"Aliang."

The two voices appeared at the same time.

Wen Liang smiled and walked over with the suitcase, "Brother Dongcheng."

"Let's go, let's eat."

Huo Dongcheng took the suitcase from her hand.

Wen Liang walked forward beside her and asked casually, "When did you come back?"

"Donglin had to go to school yesterday, so he didn't make it today, so he came back with them."

Of course, Lin Yinan also came back.

"Has your brother recovered?"

"I've recovered, don't worry."

"That's good."

The place Huo Dongcheng took Wen Liang to was the most famous roast duck restaurant in Beijing. It was well-known throughout the country and was often visited by tourists from other places. During holidays, it was very difficult to book a table.

Wen Liang had eaten here before, and the food was delicious. He didn’t think about it when he was not in the capital, but as soon as he arrived in the capital, his mouth was whetted.

Huo Dongcheng booked a private room and Wen Liang ordered a few of his favorite dishes.

During this period, Huo Dongcheng apologized to Wen Liang again.

"You're not going back tomorrow, are you? I'll take you to meet some people tonight."

He decided to introduce Wen Liang to someone to show his sincerity.

As a senior photographer and heir of the Huo family, Huo Dongcheng has a network of contacts that is unmatched by ordinary people.

Wen Liang couldn't refuse and agreed.