Chapter 82 To say I have no regrets would be a lie…
Fu Ci's silence led Tang Mingli to believe that the signal was bad, so she spoke into the microphone a few times.
"Can you hear me? Are you there?"
"I'm here," Fu Ci quickly replied with a smile, "I was just thinking about what you just said."
"Um?"
After being married for several years, it's impossible for them not to have some tacit understanding. Tang Mingli's soft "hmm" rose slightly, and Fu Ci immediately recognized the questioning tone in her voice.
He laughed and said, "Well, as far as I know, there is currently no other way for humans to conceive new life. Moreover, everything has two sides. If another way were to emerge that would allow women to carry a child for ten months, it would inevitably bring certain crises. For example, those who have the ability and resources might reproduce their offspring without limit."
Tang Mingli burst out laughing at the serious, old-fashioned tone of the man.
Of course, she knew that Fu Ci was doing it on purpose; she was all too familiar with this tactic.
Whenever she was in a particular mood, he would act like a traditional, old-fashioned man, giving her a serious analysis and then pulling her out of that mood.
Actually, she won't dwell on any problem that troubles her, okay?
Having experienced life and death, she dares not say about other things, but she firmly adheres to the principle that "nothing in the world is difficult if you are willing to let go."
However, Tang Mingli now understands that it is because Fu Ci cares about her that he is able to perceive her emotions so keenly.
Thinking about these things warmed her heart.
However, what Fu Ci said later was quite true. Human nature is the most unpredictable thing. If life could truly be reproduced in a way similar to hatching chicks, decades later, the wealthy and powerful might very well create a tribe. It's quite terrifying to think about.
It is precisely because of the hardships of conception that life becomes great.
If life were to arrive like a product on an assembly line, it might be completely disregarded.
Tang Mingli repented for her immature feelings.
She didn't discuss the topic with Fu Ci anymore; after all, he was a man, and perhaps he didn't like listening to these family matters.
She was also very curious about when he went to Hong Kong.
Hearing that his wife finally cared about him, Fu Ci smiled and said, "Actually, I've been here for a few days, but I've been too busy to call home."
No wonder.
Tang Mingli realized that the few days she hadn't called home meant she was probably already in Hong Kong.
She had only seen Hong Kong in the 1980s in movies, so she suddenly envied Fu Ci for being able to witness it in person.
Because she was so curious, she asked Fu Ci many questions about Hong Kong, and Fu Ci answered them all patiently.
Having satisfied most of his curiosity, Fu Ci became curious: "Strange, how come you seem to know so much about Hong Kong? You even know about Kowloon Walled City."
Tang Mingli thought to herself, "Oh no!" In her excitement, she hadn't realized that her question was too precise, and she had even mentioned Kowloon Walled City.
In this age of limited information, how would someone who has never been to Hong Kong know about the Kowloon Walled City?
Tang Mingli didn't know how to explain it, because neither newspapers nor television news had reported any related news from Hong Kong.
In the end, all I could do was laugh it off and tell a white lie.
"Once at a Russian restaurant, I overheard the customers at the next table talking about it, and I thought it was a village."
It's possible that you might occasionally run into overseas Chinese in foreign restaurants and they know these things.
Tang Mingli wasn't sure if her explanation made any sense, but Fu Ci didn't press the matter further. Instead, she said, "I'll bring you here to see it next time I have the chance."
"Really?" Tang Mingli was somewhat delighted, but more than that, she couldn't believe it.
Going to Hong Kong at this time would definitely not be easy, but she also knew that Fu Ci never made promises lightly, and if he did, it meant he had that intention.
Sure enough, Fu Ci said seriously, "Really."
"Then I'll wait." Tang Mingli didn't care. Although it might be difficult to go, since Fu Ci had said it was possible, she would just wait.
International calls are expensive, and the two had been talking for quite a while. Fu Ci showed no sign of hanging up, so Tang Mingli asked first, "Are you going to hang up? International calls are quite expensive."
Fu Ci joked, "You've suddenly become thrifty and good at managing the household."
Tang Mingli chuckled a few times, "It's not that I'm particularly frugal, but you have to admit, I spend my money wisely."
Spending money on food, drink, and entertainment is definitely worthwhile.
Fu Ci was just joking, saying to Tang Mingli, "It really is about time to hang up, I have a dinner appointment tonight."
"Oh." Tang Mingli didn't ask who she was with, but simply asked, "Do you want to drink? If so, let's try to drink as little as possible."
"Um."
Just then, Old Madam Fu, who had been pretending to be busy in the kitchen, figured that she had given enough time and came out of the kitchen.
Tang Mingli immediately called out, "Nanny, Fu Ci is about to hang up the phone. He wants to say goodbye to you."
Madam Fu smiled so hard that all the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together. She was clearly very happy, but she pretended to be indifferent and said, "Just hang up the phone, no need to say goodbye."
Despite saying that, he walked over quickly.
Tang Mingli held the microphone to her ear, and she took the opportunity to give her a few words of advice: "Be careful over there, and don't exceed your stay period."
Fu Ci on the other end of the phone hummed in agreement, "I'll be careful. You all stay home and take good care of yourselves."
"Don't worry, we're doing fine at home."
Having said goodbye, Tang Mingli said into the phone, "Then I'm hanging up."
After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.
Fu Ci on the other end of the line was both amused and exasperated. He stared blankly at the microphone for a few seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile.
Little did he know that Tang Mingli was afraid that if he hesitated, he would only cause more trouble.
Even Madam Fu noticed that she hadn't moved from the phone after hanging up; this was the first time she had ever stood there motionless.
She jokingly asked Tang Mingli, "Thinking about resigning?"
Tang Mingli was unusually shy. She subconsciously wanted to deny it, but then felt that it would be too obvious, so she simply admitted frankly, "I do miss him a little."
I felt relieved after saying it out loud.
See? Lying isn't a pleasant thing.
Madam Fu remarked with deep feeling, "This is the first time Fu Ci has been away from home for so long."
Tang Mingli reminded her, "Grandma, have you forgotten about that National People's Congress meeting?"
Grandma Fu said "oh" a few times before remembering that her grandson had been away from home for a whole month. She slapped her forehead and joked, "I'm getting old, I really can't remember things anymore."
After saying that, he walked over and sat down on the sofa.
Tang Mingli followed and sat down, hooking her arm around hers and saying coquettishly, "But that was a long time ago, it's normal not to remember."
Hearing her grandmother say she was old really upset Tang Mingli; she probably wanted to decline.
Thinking that Fu Ci would go to other cities to develop his career once the special economic zone was established, and that he would be away from home for even longer, Tang Mingli suddenly began to feel melancholy.
She clearly knew he had this plan all along, and she wouldn't have done this before, so why is she suddenly reluctant to let go?
Madam Fu noticed that she had suddenly stopped dawdling and lowered her head to ask with concern, "What's wrong? Do you really want to resign?"
Really?
Tang Mingli realized something was wrong with those words and sat up straight immediately.
She had recovered from her earlier melancholy and was now preoccupied with the meaning of those two words.
Did Grandma always see things clearly, and that she never really thought about Fu Ci when he went on business trips?
Tang Mingli couldn't quite describe how she felt at that moment.
It's like a naughty child who thinks they're hiding it well, but it turns out the elders have always known and given them endless tolerance.
Her nose tingled, her heart softened, and she once again snuggled up to Old Madam Fu in a coquettish manner.
For the first time, she resigned out of jealousy.
He was really lucky to be born into the right family.
It's not just the Fu family's status and position, but also having such understanding, gentle, and tolerant elders.
Madam Fu didn't say anything more, she just smiled kindly a few times.
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A few days later, Fu Ci finally returned to the home he had left nearly a month ago.
At this time, Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu went to the park, Zhang Guihua had not yet returned from grocery shopping, and only Tang Mingli was at home.
The moment Tang Mingli opened the door and saw Fu Ci, she could hardly believe her eyes. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she happily threw herself into his arms.
This was the first time Fu Ci had ever felt such enthusiasm from his wife, and he was somewhat flattered.
"You've been away on business for a long time this time."
“This time it’s been quite long, but…” Fu Ci lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “I think about you every day.”
Tang Mingli felt as if something had brushed against her heart, a soft, itchy, and tingling sensation.
She raised her head, about to say that she also missed him a little, but then she froze.
Upon closer inspection, Fu Ci's usually handsome face appeared unusually haggard, with bags under his eyes.
My face doesn't look good either. My face used to be bouncy and radiant, but now it looks dull.
Sure enough, overworking will definitely leave its mark.
After a moment of stunned silence, she managed to stammer, "You...you've suffered."
Fu Ci:? ? ?
My heart, which had been pounding with joy, calmed down instantly because of those words.
He touched his face, realizing what was happening.
"I'm a bit tired after sitting on the train for several days."
Tang Mingli nodded, saying with concern, "You do look haggard." Seeing her husband raise an eyebrow, she quickly added, "But you're still very handsome."
Do you look haggard? Fu Ci seemed melancholy.
He knew better than anyone how much his wife cared about his appearance.
If he hadn't cultivated both inner and outer beauty, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to wait until she fell in love with him.
Thinking of this, Fu Ci sighed softly, "I think I'll go take a shower first."
Taking a shower should make you feel more refreshed.
As a husband, one should indeed strive to please the one who desires beauty.
Of course, this "self" can only refer to one's wife.
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Because of his trip to Hong Kong, on the first night Fu Ci returned home, even though they knew he was probably very tired, the family still sat together and chatted for a long time.
Grandpa Fu and Fu Cheng'an had never been so proactive before. They took turns asking Fu Ci many questions about his experiences in Hong Kong.
Tang Mingli knew that Hong Kong in the 1980s was far more developed than the mainland, so it's no wonder that Grandpa Fu and his father were so moved after hearing this, and the more they learned, the more they wanted to know.
However, towards the end of the conversation, Mr. Fu pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.
The whole family knows he's digesting.
That piece of land, under foreign rule, had surpassed them by such a great margin.
By extension, if Hong Kong is already in this state, what about other countries? How many years will it take for China to catch up?
His feelings were incredibly complicated.
He firmly believed that his country would catch up with those developed countries, but he didn't know if he would live to see it.
To say I have no regrets would be a lie.
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