Chapter 110 Closing the Net
Fang Family Villa.
When Leng Qiyi got out of the car, she saw her son pulling a suitcase out of the villa.
Fang Qibai stopped when he saw his mother.
Leng Qiyi reached out to pull the suitcase from her son's hand, her hand trembling. "Where are you going?"
Her voice was sharp and hoarse.
Fang Qibai looked at his mother.
My mother's face and hands had fair and smooth skin, making her look younger and more beautiful than other women her age. Her every gesture exuded the brightness, gentleness, and elegance of a well-bred lady.
This is how outsiders see a mother.
In his eyes, his mother was always hysterical, her eyes always filled with resentment and hatred.
His mother would punish him whenever he was out of her sight and control.
He was forced to kneel as punishment, and his palms were struck with a ruler.
His academic performance did not meet his mother's expectations, so she arranged for him to take a leave of absence from school. He received one-on-one tutoring from a top teacher.
I study every day, practice the piano every day, and attend various extracurricular classes.
He couldn't remember how many times his mother had locked him in the music room.
He grew weary of the confinement he had been under in the name of love for the past nineteen years.
Leng Qiyi stared at her son's distant gaze, thinking of the slap she had given him that day.
After her son grew up, she never laid a hand on him again.
She thought her son was holding a grudge against her for hitting him that day. "Qi Bai, Mom apologizes. Mom shouldn't have hit you in front of so many people. Please forgive Mom. Mom will never hit you again."
Fang Qibai released the suitcase that his mother was holding tightly and took a step back.
Leng Qiyi couldn't stand her son's indifference. "Even you can't stand me anymore? Are you going to leave this family?"
Fang Qibai took out a cigarette case from his pocket, casually picked one out with his long, pale fingers, and bit it on his lips.
Without a second thought, Leng Qiyi tried to snatch the cigarette pack from his hand and the cigarette from his lips, saying, "How many times have I told you, your dad hates the smell of smoke, and smoking is bad for your health..."
Fang Qibai grabbed his mother's wrist as she tried to take the cigarette away, and turned his head to light the cigarette at his lips.
The crimson sparks at my fingertips flickered on and off.
Leng Qiyi was enraged by her son's provocation and actions.
The veins on her forehead bulged, but she found that she had no way to deal with her son.
Her son, who never resisted her, was now resisting her, and even showed signs of disgust towards her.
Fang Qibai looked calmly at his mother, "Uncle is Dad's man."
Leng Qiyi's pupils suddenly contracted.
With his son's words, the whole story came together.
Why did Xiao Yumo abscond with the huge sum of money from the Leng Group at this particular time? And why, even when she used the Fang family's network of connections, could she not find Xiao Yumo?
Leng Qiyi looked at her son anxiously, "How did you know?"
Fang Qibai's cigarette was almost burned out. "Half a month ago."
Leng Qiyi was taken aback, "Why didn't you tell me sooner..."
She swallowed her words before she could finish them.
Even if she had known about it for two weeks, there was nothing she could have done to change how things turned out.
If Xiao Yumo is the bomb that Fang Zeheng planted in the Leng family seventeen years ago.
This thought sent chills down Leng Qiyi's spine.
All of this was Fang Zeheng's plan.
It was also his way of getting back at him.
Fang Zeheng had been planning this scheme for seventeen years.
She always thought that he tolerated her staying in the Fang family because she had raised the two children with great care and responsibility, and also because of his promise to his father.
She's too naive.
This time, the Leng family is truly doomed.
Leng Qiyi can't take care of her son anymore.
She was going to negotiate with Fang Zeheng.
The Leng family absolutely cannot go bankrupt under her watch.
Fang Qibai stared into his mother's shrewd eyes, stubbed out his cigarette, and asked, "When you were eight years old, did you deliberately put crushed peanuts in Fang Qizhou's porridge?"
Leng Qiyi didn't understand why her son suddenly asked this question.
She did it on purpose.
She remembered this question; her son had asked her it several times.
She always said it wasn't intentional.
Leng Qiyi got back into the car, and this time her answer was the same as every time before.
Fang Qibai lowered his eyelids.
When he was eight years old, he heard his father angrily questioning his mother about whether she wanted to kill Fang Qizhou.
The mother knelt on the ground, crying, and said that she did not put crushed peanuts in the porridge on purpose.
He was furious that his father wouldn't listen to his mother's explanation. He was also angry with Fang Qizhou.
Even though she could tell there were crushed peanuts in the porridge, she still ate the whole bowl.
Fang Qizhou only stayed in the hospital for two days before returning home, but his father hated him and his mother even more.
Human hatred can ignite in an instant.
After Fang Qizhou was discharged from the hospital, he and Fang Qizhou learned to swim at the swimming pool.
The swimming pool was cleared out, leaving only the two of them.
He sent the swimming coach away, wanting to vent his anger on behalf of his mother.
A person's evil thoughts often last only a moment.
By the time he realized what was happening, Fang Qizhou had already been pushed into the pool.
He watched Fang Qizhou sink into the pool, and only after a long time did he jump in and pull him out.
He thought that the way he looked at Fang Qizhou back then must have been just like his mother's, full of hatred.
The sound of the car starting brought Fang Qibai back to his senses.
Leng Qiyi rolled down the car window. "Qi Bai, be good and don't make me worry. I don't want to cut off your allowance, but you've disappointed me too much lately."
Fang Qi placed his hand on the suitcase, and after a few seconds, he released the suitcase and placed the car keys on it.
He chuckled softly.
Leng Qiyi thought her son had listened to her.
She was stunned to see her son leave without taking anything, casually smoking a cigarette, looking tired, and without looking back.
Even if you try every means to keep an eagle by your side, if you don't break its wings, it will still soar high.
But how could a mother bear to actually break the wings of her proud son?
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On the morning of the second day after returning to Beijing from the fishing village, Zhu Fan got up very early.
She cooked apple and millet porridge for Fang Qizhou. She also washed and packed some fruits that are safe to eat during a cold.
Seeing her daughter serving porridge in the kitchen, Meng Yin leaned against the kitchen door and said, "Let me see, where did this fairy come from?"
Zhu Fan smiled and said "Good morning" to her mother.
Meng Yin asked her with a smile, "Going out so early?"
Zhu Fan nodded, "I'm going to find my boyfriend."
Meng Yin accepted the porridge her daughter served her, having already heard about the other family's affairs.
She told her daughter to hurry up and go out to spend time with her boyfriend.
Zhu Fan looked at Meng Yin, who was already dressed in casual sportswear, and asked, "Do you want to go for a morning run with Dad?"
“Your dad got off the plane late last night and didn’t get home until after midnight. Let him sleep in a bit this morning, and we’ll go on our date this afternoon. I have plans to go rock climbing at the club with Miss Zhong this morning.”
She loves rock climbing, but her previous climbing partner has gone abroad to live and won't be back until next month.
Last time, she casually chatted with Zhong Fei about rock climbing at the winery, and she didn't expect that Miss Zhong was also a rock climbing enthusiast.
Upon hearing Zhong Fei's name, Zhu Fan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
After the porridge cooled down, Meng Yin saw that her daughter was ready to leave and casually asked, "Afan, I heard from Miss Zhong that she opened a milk tea shop at your school. How's business?"
Hearing her daughter say that business was booming, she rested her chin on her hand, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, and asked, "Is the milk tea in her shop good?"
Zhu Fan picked up the thermos: "I've never had it before, so I don't know."
Meng Yin seemed to be deep in thought.
It seems that Afan doesn't like Miss Zhong very much.
She sensed it.
Zhong Fei has new considerations regarding her collaboration with the winery.
The winery's reception banquets were too monotonous with only violins. Some people were willing to pay for Zhong Fei's reputation, while others weren't.
For the winery banquet, she spent most of the week with the orchestra she was collaborating with.
Zhong Fei's violin solos are only performed on Saturday nights.
Yesterday, Ms. Zhong called her and said that the milk tea shop was too busy and she needed to finish this period of work before she could leave.
Zhu Fan remembered seeing Zhong Fei arguing with someone about debt at school that day, so she reminded her mother before leaving home.
Meng Yin blinked. "Do you owe a lot?"
Zhu Fan shook her head; she didn't know.
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