Fu Jianmin looked at his son and said through gritted teeth, "Fu Yuchen, I'm your father. I raised you all these years, and I asked you to lend me a hundred yuan, but you refused."

Fu Yuchen said calmly, "Your salary is just this much. You shouldn't be thinking about borrowing money to fill the gap. You gave it this month, but what about next month? You don't think my mother will help you fill the gap, do you? Since you can't fill this gap sooner or later, what's the difference between not getting paid this month and not getting paid next month?"

When Fu Jianmin heard his words, his expression became even uglier: "Lend it to me first! I'll coax your mother back next month!"

Fu Jianmin has been kind to An Ning for decades, and he knows how soft-hearted she is.

He knew that An Ning was not short of money, but she was short of love. As long as he showed that he loved her enough, she could satisfy him in everything.

So he thought it would be the same this time.

As long as he continues to show his love for her, she will forgive him.

Fu Yuchen looked at his father and said expressionlessly, "Dad, don't worry, I won't let my mother give you a penny again! Even if you coax her, I won't let her give it to you."

After all, Fu Yuchen left room for his biological father.

He used his salary to give to Qiumei and her son, and asked her mother to help him support his comrades' children.

Damn, I've had enough of the good life these years.

"Why don't you go ask Grandpa to borrow some! He'll definitely feel bad for you if he knows you're helping so many of your comrades' children."

Fu Yuchen sneered at Fu Jianmin.

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Fu Jianmin looked at his son, gritting his teeth in hatred: "You evil creature! I've raised you for nothing all these years."

Fu Yuchen didn't argue with his father and went upstairs directly.

In the eyes of outsiders, Fu Jianmin is in a high position and has great power. He is not only a good husband but also a good father. He is well-known as a wife-loving man.

But the reality is that Fu Jianmin is almost fifty years old, and he spent his wife's money to help his comrades' children. All the good reputation and good popularity fell on his head.

He also felt that he often owed Qiumei.

Fu Yuchen went upstairs. An Ning saw her son and said to him before he could speak: "I know! You don't have to say it. Don't worry about our affairs. Just cultivate your relationship with Xinrui."

When Fu Yuchen heard his mother say this, he didn't say anything more.

…

The day before Han Xinrui and Fu Yuchen got engaged, Zhang Xuebin brought over a box.

When he saw Han Xinrui, he said to her softly, "Girl, this is Uncle Zhang's engagement ceremony for you and Fu Yuchen."

Han Xinrui took a look and didn't answer: "Uncle Zhang, we are just engaged, we don't accept gifts."

Zhang Xuebin placed the box in Han Xinrui's hand: "You look a lot like my first wife! This is something she left behind. It's not valuable, but it has a different meaning. Keep it well."

Zhang Xuebin looked at Han Xinrui and asked her softly, "Have you really never thought about looking for your parents?"

Zhang Xuebin also asked this question when he was in the Northwest.

Han Xinrui shook her head when she heard him say this: "You only want to look for your biological parents when you're not doing well. I'm doing well now, and I don't want to look for them. I'm doing fine without them."

This made Zhang Xuebin's face paler: "But... they are your biological parents after all?"

Han Xinrui looked at Zhang Xuebin quietly: "Uncle Zhang, although my adoptive parents passed away early, I have the best parents ever and don't need the little love my biological parents give me."

"What if they have no choice?" Zhang Xuebin asked anxiously.

When Han Xinrui heard this, she said calmly, "None of this matters anymore."

The box was never returned to Zhang Xuebin.

She held the box and said to Zhang Xuebin: "Thank you! I will