My father was an architect when he was young. He met my mother, got to know her, and fell in love with her while he was studying abroad. They secretly got married without their families knowing.
After I "died," they divorced.
My father compromised with my grandfather and married his current wife. After that, he devoted himself to politics, accumulating political achievements in the Northwest in his early years, and was only transferred to Beijing a few years ago.
His decision to divorce is partly due to his past self, and partly due to political factors.
I didn't ask too much about the grudges and disputes between him, my mother, and his current partner. It's the older generation's business, and I, as a junior, have no right to comment on it.
All I know is that both my parents love me.
In late winter and early spring, the air in Beijing is dry and chilly.
It snowed a few days ago, and the rooftops, treetops, and artificial hills are covered in white remnants of snow.
I walked in the front garden, taking a deep breath of the familiar air I hadn't felt in so long.
My father and I were separated by a pomegranate tree. He was smoking, his chin slightly raised, his features sharp and resolute.
He looked at the azure sky, his whole being as calm as a mountain.
Ye Qizheng stubbed out his cigarette. "Qiaoqiao, I know about your past with Fu Yanshen. I trust his loyalty to you, but it's his personality that's the problem..."
As he spoke, he noticed his daughter frowning and her face clearly falling.
His old father clearly hadn't said anything yet.
"Dad, that's all in the past. We didn't work out in our last marriage, that's why we separated. He's with me now, and he's got no personality." I can't stand hearing anyone say anything bad about Fu Yanshen, not even my own father. I smiled confidently at him.
Ye Qizheng felt a pang of jealousy as he watched his daughter siding with outsiders and showing a protective attitude towards her own.
He wasn't being picky; as a man, he was ashamed to admit that Fu Yanshen's loyalty to his partner was unmatched. However, in his father's eyes, no man, no matter how good, was good enough for his daughter.
Seeing my father's slightly displeased expression, I rolled my eyes and said, "Dad, with you backing me up, he'll treat me even better!"
A smile spread across Dad's mature and handsome face. "I'll still have to give him a thorough interrogation later."
I:"……"
This sounds like they're going to conduct a political review of Fu Yanshen.
Despite my father's best efforts to persuade me, I couldn't stay at the old house to recuperate. I couldn't wait to rush to our love nest with Fu Yanshen.
That large, single-level apartment located in Courtyard No. 7.
Fu Yanshen had someone clean the place beforehand. We had just gotten off the plane and were still jet-lagged. After a quick wash, I wanted to go to sleep.
In the kitchen, a man wearing a sweater and jeans stood tall by the stove, the air filled with the aroma of meat and the bubbling sound of cooking.
I rushed behind him, hugged him, pressed my face against his back, and dozed off from sleep.
"Brother Fu, stop working and come sleep with me, I'm sleepy..."
A warm, soft person pressed against his back, acting like a cat, clinging to him, causing Fu Yanshen's lower abdomen to feel hot and his muscles to tense.
Given her frail health and the exhaustion from the long journey, he couldn't bring himself to commit such a beastly act.
He reached back with one hand to cover the back of her head and stroked it, while using the other hand to take a small stew pot out of the stew pot.
It's stewed bird's nest with rock sugar.
Sheng Qiaoqiao was so sleepy that she had no appetite. He coaxed and tricked her like a child, and finally managed to feed her a small bowl of bird's nest to fill her stomach.
He laid her down, and just as he got up to go take a shower, she clung to his back like a koala, "Ugh, let's go to sleep..."
"Grandpa... I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back?" Fu Yanshen said with a wry smile, his voice full of affection.
My heart is filled with sweetness.
The person behind him hugged him even tighter, not letting him leave even a step.
He had no choice but to lie down and hold her in his arms.
The blackout curtains were all drawn, leaving only the bedside lamp casting a warm, soft yellow light that illuminated her beautiful sleeping face.
She regained her appearance after getting off the plane.
It was Fu Ren who forced Leng Xiao to give Ye An'an the medicine.
Having never seen the sun for years, her skin was fair, delicate, and so clear that you could see her capillaries clearly; it was so smooth and supple.
Fu Yanshen stared at the face etched into his very bones, unable to sleep, yet unwilling to do so.
He leaned closer to her cheek and gently kissed her.
At that moment, his phone started buzzing.
Fu Yanshen squinted at the several missed calls notified by text messages, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Her several unwanted suitors are incredibly well-informed; they already know she's come back from the dead and returned to the country!
She had just returned to China and hadn't even gotten a SIM card yet, but several of them were already calling his phone.
In the past two years, Sheng Qiaoqiao has become the "dead white moonlight" in many people's hearts.
Fu Yanshen was too lazy to pay attention to them, feeling a pang of jealousy. Just as he was about to turn off his phone, a new call came in, and the screen displayed...
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