Chapter 89 Bitter Fruit
Because they didn't know what the "bad consequences" for Fu Zhun would be, and were frightened by Song Yujia's sudden "death", the two decided to hurry up and do everything they needed to do in April, such as the most important wedding.
After all, if Fu Zhun lost his arms or legs, it would be really inconvenient to hold a wedding. Or if he went bankrupt one day and was extremely poor, he wouldn't even be able to afford a wedding. So he wanted to get married as soon as possible while both parties were still healthy.
In the evening, when Master Fu heard about their decision to hold the wedding, he walked around the house with a cane, laughing, and said to the housekeeper beside him: "I wanted them to hold the wedding before, but I didn't want to tell him, lest Fu Zhun accuse me of meddling in other people's business. Now the ceremony is finally going to be held."
Housekeeper: "Xiaozhun's wedding is also the fulfillment of your wish."
"Bullshit! What's my wish? It's up to him to do it or not."
At the Song family, Song's father was still blaming Fu Zhun for rushing the wedding and definitely not putting it seriously.
At this time, Song Yujia and Fu Zhun were sitting opposite each other at home. A row of wedding scene design drawings were placed on the table in the middle. The two of them folded their arms and looked from left to right, and from right to left.
"Honey, is there anyone you particularly like at first sight?"
"no."
Song Yujia sighed heavily, propped up her head with her arms on the table, and pouted her chubby face. "Honey, why don't we use those designers? They're too hard to choose. You want perfection, but I'm too fussy. Let's just find a better hotel, how about that?"
Fu Zhun gathered the papers on his desk and put them aside. He leaned back on the sofa and suddenly felt like smoking a cigarette.
"Baby, that's really unfair to you."
"I don't feel wronged. I think these designers' drawings are all very beautiful. It's just that we have seen too many of them and we are a little aesthetically fatigued."
"Let's pick some more and find one that's relatively good. We can make some minor changes ourselves. We still have time."
Fu Jun stood up and walked to the other side, grabbed Song Yujia's hand and pulled him up.
"Baby, do you want to take a bath together?"
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Song Yujia pretended to sip his saliva, looked at Fu Zhun from head to toe twice with lustful eyes, licked his lips and said, "Let me play with your grandfather's partner later."
Fu Jun raised his eyebrows, carried Song Yujia on his shoulders and walked towards the bathroom.
Song Yujia was upside down with his arms hanging down and swinging back and forth.
Fu Zhun casually patted his butt and said with a smile: "Behave yourself."
Song Yujia was not happy about being spanked, and fanned Fu Zhun's butt with her two little hands, "Look at me hanging upside down with the golden hook + Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."
The two of them played around for a long time before they finally started to take a bath peacefully. Song Yujia sat between Fu Jun's legs, leaned back on him, took the duck floating on the water and put it on Fu Jun's head, letting him hold it up, saying, "The duck is a freezer, you can't move now."
Fu Zhun also cooperated with him and remained motionless, his eyes slightly bent, looking at Song Yujia who was sitting in front of him playing like a child, "Baby, if you are not in a hurry, what kind of wedding would you like?"
Song Yujia thought for a while and said slowly, "An island, it's very romantic just thinking about it."
"What else?"
"If anything, it would be best if there were fewer people around, just family and friends that I know, and there would be plenty of food, like tables, plates, cups, and everything to chew on."
Fu Zhun responded softly, hugged him from behind, and the duck fell from his head.
"Oops, the duck fell."
Fu Zhun rested his chin on Song Yujia's shoulder. He felt sad that he couldn't give Song Yujia better. He was about to apologize, but before he could open his mouth, he was preempted.
"Hubby, you should think less. It's useless to have so many things in your head. Besides crushing me, you can see that my shoulders are uneven."
......
Fu Jun was filled with apologies but was choked back.
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"Morning, boss."
"Good morning, Mimi."
Lu Mimi said hello and went to take out all the materials prepared yesterday and fill the cabinets with them.
Song Yujia and Fu Jun took advantage of the fact that no one was around and huddled together to pick out a new batch of wedding scene design drawings that Lin Jia had sent.
The two of them looked for faults in the design drawings and gave up one after another. After going through so many difficulties, they finally found a design drawing that survived to the end.
"Hubby, why not this one? He's the only one left. He produced so many photos in such a short time. Those designers are amazing and worked so hard."
Fu Zhun glanced at her twice, wanting to say something but stopping himself. The words he was about to say were blocked by Song Yujia.
Staring at the design drawing, he thought it would be better for him to lose his limbs, so that he could still give Song Yujia a wedding that would truly satisfy him.
The final selection was given to Lin Jia. As mentioned at the beginning, all designers who submitted drawings were given the basic design fee plus compensation, and the designer who was finally selected would receive an additional generous bonus.
As soon as the design drawings were sent and confirmed, the place where they were getting married began to be decorated. Song Yujia happily received customers for the whole afternoon. Whenever Fu Zhun had free time, he would stare at him with a sad face. Song Yujia could not persuade him, so she just let him do what he wanted.
Through the glass door, I could see from a distance an unkempt man walking slowly towards here.
Song Yujia looked at the door for a long time, and only confirmed that it was Wuchen when the man came closer.
"I'm here, get something to eat, I'm starving."
Fu Zhun was so annoyed by this monk that he failed to maintain his composure as a president and rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.
After waiting for so many days, Song Yujia finally saw someone. He hurried to Lu Mimi to get several new products, and then brought a cup of coffee to Wuchen with a smile.
"Master, eat quickly. You can come whenever you want to eat."
"Okay! Let's go!"
When Wuchen was enjoying his meal and slowed down his eating speed, Song Yujia half-lay on the table and leaned over to ask in a flattering way, "Master, last time you said that Fu Zhun would have a bad result, can you tell me now?"
Wu Chen burped and choked, then quickly picked up the coffee and sipped it, "I was just about to tell you."
Hearing this, Song Yujia pinched her hands nervously, but was separated by Fu Zhun who came over. Both of them stared at Wu Chen. Wu Chen glanced at Fu Zhun, was stunned for a moment, pointed at him and said: "Are you going to eat me?"
Song Yujia hurriedly turned Fu Zhun around so that he faced Wuchen with the back of his head.
"You have acted against destiny, and the final result is that you, Song Yujia, will never be able to return home."
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Fu Zhun's back stiffened for a moment, and Song Yujia was also stunned for a moment, unable to believe that he might have to sleep in the bridge cave in the future. He asked in a trembling voice: "Master, which home?"
"Your home in the original world, of course."
......
Looking at Wu Chen in front of them, who had a serious expression and felt that this was a severe punishment, both of them suddenly had a bad feeling.
"What about Fu Zhun?"
Wu Chen put down the cake in his hand, paused for a moment, and shook his head regretfully.
Song Yujia's eyes suddenly turned red and she wanted to cry. When Fu Zhun heard the noise, he quickly turned around and let Song Yujia bury her face in his stomach. He touched his head again and again with a heavy face.
“Wuwuwu, didn’t you say Fu Zhun wouldn’t die? Ahhhhhhh~”
When he first heard the crying, Wu Chen waved his hands to comfort her, but after hearing Song Yujia's howl, he uttered a bewildered "Ah?"
"He won't die. I didn't say he would die."
Song Yujia turned her head and sobbed, "Then why are you shaking your head?"
"Alas, I am shaking my head because of the bitter consequences he has suffered. This is that he will have no descendants in this lifetime. He will never have any descendants!"
Fu Zhun's face suddenly turned dark. Song Yujia stared at Wu Chen blankly, hiccuped, and asked in disbelief, "What are you cutting off?"
"You will have no descendants!"
"What son and what grandson?"
"You will have no descendants. Have you never been to school? You don't even know such a simple idiom. Are you illiterate?"
Song Yujia wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, stood up blankly, and turned to look at Fu Zhun.
Fu Zhun suppressed his anger and asked, "Why didn't you tell me then?"
Wu Chen looked at the couple as if they were idiots. "According to the timeline, it was not your time to die. I can tell you the consequences when the time comes."
"Honey, where are the dead tigers and the tiger? Can we give this stinky monk a beating?"
???
"Eh? Are you guys repaying kindness with enmity?"
Wu Chen saw that the situation was not right. The two men stared at him closely, especially Fu Zhun, whose face was dark and did not look like a local. He grabbed a handful of bread on the plate, stood up and ran away.
The two stood side by side, staring at Wuchen until he ran away. Song Yujia asked calmly, "Is this wedding still going to happen?"
Fu Zhun replied calmly: "Start preparing again."
"ha."
Sure enough, when people are speechless to the extreme, they will laugh out loud.
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An interview:
Reporter A: Do you have anything to say about the consequence of writing "no more descendants"?
Coffee: I keep adding more coffee until I get tired of it~
Reporter B: Is there only one chapter today? What about in the future?
Coffee: My phone is out of battery.
Reporter C: Are you so lazy because it’s almost over?
Coffee: Between working hard and being lousy, I chose working hard and being lousy.
Reporter D: Why don't you keep working on it? A million words would be great.
Coffee: My efforts are like little shit.
Reporter E: Are you in good mental state?
Coffee: Now that things have come to this, let’s have a cup of coffee and go to sleep. Do you want a latte or an Americano?
Reporter F: Do you have anything to say in conclusion?
Coffee: Five stars!!! (screaming, twisted, dark, crawling)
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