Chapter 89 Someone's sky has fallen
Tang Mingli opened her eyes again, but there was no one beside her.
Not surprising.
She picked up her watch from the bedside table and glanced at it; it was almost four in the afternoon.
Today was another day I slept all afternoon.
She probably won't need to catch up on sleep like this tomorrow, because when she wakes up, she'll feel refreshed and energetic, unlike the previous two days when she still felt like she hadn't slept enough even after sleeping a lot.
After lingering in bed for a while, Tang Mingli got out of bed nimbly.
I was going to wash my face, but when I passed by the study, I saw Fu Ci sitting at his desk, intently looking at the documents.
She hesitated whether to disturb him, but in those few seconds, Fu Ci seemed to have radar on his head and had already spotted her.
Fu Ci's thin lips, which had been slightly pursed, immediately relaxed, and he smiled.
"woke up?"
Isn't that obvious? If she wasn't awake, would she be sleepwalking here?
But Tang Mingli knew that conversations between acquaintances often started with small talk.
Strictly speaking, the more familiar people are with each other, the more nonsense they talk about. Look at couples in the throes of new love; they send messages non-stop every day, and it's all just idle chatter.
People who know each other well aren't afraid to talk nonsense; what they fear is having nothing to say.
Tang Mingli temporarily put down washing her face, went into the study, sat down opposite Fu Ci, and asked Fu Ci, "When did you wake up?"
Fu Ci glanced at the time and told the truth: "An hour ago."
Sleeping until 3 p.m. is a record he has broken in his more than 20 years of life.
Tang Mingli nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "Doesn't it feel much better after a good night's sleep?"
Actually, Fu Ci didn't need to sleep that much to be energetic, but seeing his wife's proud little face, he nodded in agreement, already hinting, "What about you? Have you been sleeping for days? Are you feeling energetic?"
"Yes, I feel more energetic."
Tang Mingli didn't initially realize the hidden meaning in his words and obediently nodded. It wasn't until she noticed his gaze growing increasingly intense that she understood what he meant by asking that question, and her face involuntarily flushed.
For the past two weeks, he has remained chaste, and so has she.
Sigh, I can't think about these things. Just thinking about them makes my legs weak. I'd better go wash my face first.
Tang Mingli fled the study as if she were escaping.
Fu Ci watched her flee like a deer, and his smile deepened.
However, his gaze soon returned to the pile of files on the desktop.
The most important document in this stack of documents is the draft of the cooperation agreement he is currently reviewing, which involves partnering with someone to open a factory.
His gaze fell on the agreement, but what he was thinking was that if he really decided to do it, he would inevitably have to spend less time with his family.
In fact, he was very clear about this from the very beginning and had weighed the pros and cons. However, every time he saw his wife again after being separated for many days, the feeling of reluctance would be particularly strong, so strong that it made him waver in his decision.
He shook his head with a wry smile, not allowing himself to become too immersed in this emotion.
Meanwhile, Tang Mingli washed her face and trotted downstairs.
She was hungry, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, Zhang Guihua had surely prepared afternoon tea.
Downstairs, Madam Fu and Mr. Fu were sitting on the sofa in the living room, chatting absentmindedly.
Why do I say she was distracted? Tang Mingli was still going down the stairs when she noticed them frequently glancing in her direction.
Seeing Tang Mingli come down, Old Madam Fu stood up happily, "Awake? Is Fu Ci awake?"
Tang Mingli nodded. "She's awake."
Then he cursed inwardly, thinking, "Oh no, Fu Ci is so heartless. He didn't even go downstairs to greet his grandparents after waking up."
For everyone's sake, she quickly added a patch: "I saw he was too tired, so I forced him to sleep a little longer. He's in the study reading documents now."
Madam Fu immediately praised, "It's good that you forced him; he just doesn't like to treat himself like a human being."
Tang Mingli was amused and looked towards the kitchen.
Before she could speak, Old Madam Fu understood what she was thinking and told her, "There's lotus seed soup today."
Lotus seed soup is good.
Tang Mingli was already hungry, but she still asked Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu, "Have you eaten yet?"
Grandpa Fu nodded.
Madam Fu: "I've already eaten."
Tang Mingli smiled and said, "Then I'll go eat."
Since it was already past four o'clock and there were still two or three hours until dinner, she didn't dare to eat too much.
The Fu family's dinners have become increasingly lavish, though I don't know when it started.
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It's another sunny day.
Tang Mingli looked at the ray of sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains, and dared to make such a judgment even before seeing the outside world.
She was so tired, her legs were so sore.
After waking up, I lingered in bed for what seemed like an eternity before finally stretching my hand out from under the covers, picking up my watch, and glancing at the time.
The hour hand points unceremoniously to the number 10.
Tang Mingli couldn't help but laugh.
When she woke up yesterday afternoon, she thought that after a few days of rest, she shouldn't be so sleepy anymore, completely forgetting the objective factor of her resignation.
She believed he was exhausted last night, even more so than she was.
But she had no doubt that this person, who was even more tired than her, would definitely get up early and go to work today, without fail.
How can its recovery ability be so good?
I don't understand it, and I remain skeptical about whether it should be reinstated.
However, Fu Ci said that he basically doesn't need to travel for the next two weeks, and even if he hasn't fully recovered, he will have time to recover gradually.
Although I'm busy even when I'm not on a business trip, it can't be more tiring than when I am. Tang Mingli drew this conclusion from this perspective.
However, there is a saying that "plans can't keep up with changes." Fu Ci's plan did not include any business trips for the next two weeks, but there was still something that required him to travel to another city.
Upon learning that her grandson was going on another long trip, Madam Fu said with heartache, "You've only been home for a few days and you're leaving again. You have no idea how long it's been since the neighbors have seen you. They're starting to think you've gone to live somewhere else."
This is true. Fu Ci is away on business trips too frequently and for longer periods of time. When he is home, he leaves early and returns late. Many people haven't seen him for half a year. Some people even come to her and say that Fu Ci is too busy and never home. They wonder when she will be able to hold her grandson.
Fu Ci said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. It happened so suddenly, I have to go there in person."
Madam Fu, of course, did not intend to stop him. She sighed and told him to take good care of his health.
Fu Ci hummed in agreement and looked at his wife again: "I'm leaving."
Tang Mingli said something similar to what Old Madam Fu said: "You are the pillar of our family, so you must take good care of yourself."
"I will."
Fu Ci said goodbye to his grandparents again, waved, and turned to leave without hesitation, even though he was reluctant to part.
After the door closed, the large living room fell silent, and it wasn't until much later that Tang Mingli broke the silence.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't be like this. Even though Fu Ci is so busy that he's rarely home, I'm here with you 24/7."
Moved, Madam Fu patted the back of her hand and said with emotion, "It's truly fortunate that you're here."
If it weren't for her companionship over the years, their lives might have been as dull and stagnant as a pool of still water.
Of course, Madam Fu didn't blame her son and grandson. She understood that they had their own things to do and couldn't possibly give up their own lives and careers to be with them. Nor could she ask them to.
But this is indeed true; Tang Mingli's arrival truly brought color to their lives.
Many people, as they get older, live each day merely waiting to die. How can they be like them, with their hair all white, still able to learn to enjoy life from their granddaughter-in-law and follow her to see the mountains and rivers of their motherland?
The more Madam Fu thought about it, the more moved she became, and she couldn't help but tell Tang Mingli about her plans.
“I have some jewelry that I originally planned to leave to your mother-in-law after she passed away, but now I want to give it to you directly.”
She said she was being low-key, but these pieces of jewelry are actually more than family heirlooms.
Upon hearing this, Tang Mingli quickly waved her hand, "Grandma, you should give it to Grandma, not to me."
Knowing what she was worried about, Madam Fu explained, "Anyway, if you give it to her, she'll still give it to you later."
"But it still has to be given to the mother-in-law; we can't break the tradition of the mother-in-law passing the throne to the daughter-in-law."
Tang Mingli knew that even if her grandmother gave it to her directly, her mother-in-law would definitely not mind, but she still hoped to give it to her mother-in-law.
Her mother-in-law was the best daughter-in-law and mother-in-law she had ever met in two lifetimes, and she was the one who deserved the most recognition.
As for her, she only benefited from her words.
Madam Fu smiled and said, "Alright, you're right, it is indeed a tradition passed down from mother-in-law to daughter-in-law."
He paused, then said, "Then just pretend I never said this, but don't let Yujuan know."
Tang Mingli nodded.
Grandpa Fu laughed and teased his wife, "Realizing you were wrong? Scared?"
Madam Fu didn't refute him, but just glared at him: "In short, you're not allowed to tell anyone."
"Alright, alright, I won't gossip." Old Master Fu glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up, and said, "I'm going to find Old Li to play chess."
Madam Fu also remembered something, slapped her thigh and said, "I also told them that we would go out for a walk together today."
That way, Tang Mingli will be the only one in the family.
She smiled and said, "You guys go ahead. If I'm home alone, I can turn the radio up to the maximum volume."
Recently, she has become somewhat fascinated by listening to radio talk shows about emotional issues. These shows feature people writing letters to the radio station to express their confusion and uncertainty, and the host reading the letters and offering some advice.
Madam Fu laughed when she heard this.
There's really no need to worry about Mingli being bored at home alone; she knows how to make her life enjoyable.
As a result, their lives have become more enjoyable.
When life is enjoyable, time flies by.
As September drew to a close, a policy almost turned the world upside down for all ordinary people.
In an open letter from the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China to all Party members and members of the Communist Youth League regarding the issue of controlling China's population growth,① it was pointed out that in order to strive to control China's population to within 1.2 billion by the end of this century, the State Council and the State Council have issued a call to the people of the whole country, advocating that each couple should only have one child.②
From then on, the policy of allowing each couple to have only one child became a national policy, and the one-child policy was officially implemented.
Although there have been calls to have only one child before, those were only localized initiatives. The mainstream slogan is still "one is too few, two is just right, and three is too many."
When Tang Mingli saw this news in the newspaper, her first thought was that Li Dazhu's family was probably going to be in an uproar, and her uncle and his wife's world was probably going to collapse.
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