Chapter 48 New Life "Luckily, you are you."...
Song Luoyun watched for a while, then got up and walked out.
A figure stood at the door, but disappeared when she appeared.
She looked at the long shadow on the ground, thought for a moment, and called out softly, "Wu Shilan?"
The person who had been swaying stopped, seemingly hesitating, before stepping out and meeting Song Luoyun's gaze.
She wasn't mistaken; it was Wu Shilan. She had lost a lot of weight, and the sharpness and childishness in her eyes were gone. She was also holding a baby a few months old in her arms.
Song Luoyun looked at the child. His face shape was very similar to Fu Qiaosheng's, but his eyebrows and eyes were more like Wu Shilan's. He was very pretty.
“This is my child.” Wu Shilan hugged him tightly, only slightly reaching out to Song Luoyun.
Song Luoyun replied with a cold expression, "I can tell."
“It’s also Fu Qiaosheng’s,” Wu Shilan emphasized. “It’s Fu’s bloodline.”
Song Luoyun pondered her purpose in her heart. How could it be such a coincidence that she sent the child over at the same time as her arrival? She must have been waiting for her all along.
“Just tell me what you want,” she said.
Wu Shilan wore her heart on her face, bowing her head and hesitating for a long time.
She then said, "At the time, I fainted in class, and they took me to the hospital. I don't know who spread the news that I was pregnant... They would joke about it whenever they saw me. My reputation was ruined, and I didn't dare to go back to school."
“This is your own choice,” Song Luoyun said.
"I know, I'm not blaming you." Wu Shilan's eyes were already moist, and she seemed even more sincere than before.
"Luo Yun, I always thought he was sincere towards me, but it wasn't until you told me that I realized I was never the exception. But by then, it was too late for me to turn back."
“I can’t support a child, I can’t even support myself. The money I’ve used these past few months was obtained by lying to my parents. But I don’t dare tell them. If they knew I was pregnant out of wedlock, they would kill me.”
"So you want to send him to the Fu family?" Song Luoyun had no patience to listen to her long-winded explanation.
Wu Shilan suddenly moved closer to her, grabbed her hand holding the child as if pleading, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Song Luoyun reflexively stepped back, her initial shock turning into annoyance, and coldly said, "What are you doing!"
"Luo Yun, I really have no other choice! Fu Qiaosheng is in prison, and I don't dare let them know who his father is. I can't afford to raise him or take care of him. Taking him along will only make him suffer!" Wu Shilan said while crying.
Song Luoyun retorted: "Is it for him or for yourself? You kept him so you could marry into the Fu family. Now that Fu Qiaosheng is unreliable, you're in a hurry to sever ties with him. You're right, this child is suffering a lot with you. You don't need to make it sound so nice."
Wu Shilan's complexion worsened, and the grip on her hand loosened and tightened again.
She insisted, "Yes, I am not a good mother. I don't even know what I want to do in the future. But now that he has been born, I can only try to give him a better future. Luo Yun, you are the only person I can ask for help from."
“I’m sorry, I’m not a member of the Fu family, so I can’t help you,” Song Luoyun said.
She never had any good feelings towards Ng Sze-lan. It was Ng who had drugged her and tried to have someone assault her. She was a very vengeful person, and not mocking her current situation was the greatest tolerance she could show.
“But you have Fu Huaizhi,” Wu Shilan said. “Why don’t you talk to him and ask him to let us stay? Luo Yun, he’ll do anything you ask. Please help me this time.”
Song Luoyun finally realized that she was waiting for her to come so that she could fall into her trap.
Does she seem like someone who's easy to fool?
Song Luoyun could only laugh, and she hit the nail on the head: "So you didn't just want to send the child over; you were planning to use the child to gain status and enter the Fu family."
"No, I didn't!" Wu Shilan denied.
Song Luoyun said, "You could have had an abortion at any time before the child was born, but you didn't. You insisted on bringing him into this world, thinking you could bring him with you. But you're overthinking it. The Fu family has no shortage of bloodlines. Fu Qiaosheng has several children, so he doesn't need you. Now that Fu Qiaosheng is disgraced, his child has no right to stay in the Fu family, and neither does the one in your arms."
Her words were very harsh.
Wu Shilan's hands trembled; she could hardly believe it.
"No, I really didn't know I could have an abortion... Okay, I admit it, he's just a burden to me. I'm just a student, how am I supposed to support him? If you don't want to keep us, then I can only find a secluded place to bury him. I can't let anyone know he exists." Wu Shilan seemed lost and disoriented, as if she were talking to herself.
Song Luoyun's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
She didn't think Wu Shilan's words were a threat. Her mental state wasn't very good, and given her condition, she was afraid she would actually put them into practice.
“What you’re doing is murder,” Song Luoyun told her.
Wu Shilan said, "He has no household registration, no one knows he exists, who would know?"
Song Luoyun: "If you had done this quietly, you might not have been discovered, but it's too late now. You've spoken out, and there are surveillance cameras here that have recorded it."
Wu Shilan then realized what was happening and hurriedly looked up to find the camera.
Song Luoyun continued, "The Fu family is not a shelter. You want me to plead for you in front of Fu Huaizhi, but don't forget what you did to me before. I won't leave a single hidden danger around me. You won't be able to enter this family."
Wu Shilan looked at her, feeling sorrowful and helpless.
Song Luoyun said, "The child is innocent. If you only want to keep him in the Fu family, you can go in and persuade Fu Huaizhi. But Fu Qiaosheng's style is to buy the child with money, and from then on, his life or death has nothing to do with you."
She had made her point very clear; there was no way Wu Shilan wouldn't have understood.
The baby in her arms seemed to understand his fate and suddenly burst into tears. Wu Shilan's expression was full of helplessness as she awkwardly held him, patting him gently with her palms.
She still cares about her own flesh and blood.
Song Luoyun turned around, and the Fu family bodyguards had already opened the door for her.
Wu Shilan stepped forward: "That..."
She wanted to turn back and continue the standoff, but a figure stood in front of her, blocking Wu Shilan's hurried steps.
Fu Huaizhi was tall and slender, his deep-set eyes conveying displeasure that even the sweet fragrance emanating from him couldn't soften.
Wu Shilan took a step back in fear.
The baby in her arms cried incessantly, and she was flustered and tears kept falling.
"Uncle Ping," Fu Huaizhi said, "how did she get here?"
“Fu Qiaosheng brought her back before,” Uncle Ping said. It was a moment of oversight on their part; they hadn’t noticed there was someone else outside.
"Get her out." He took a step back, took Song Luoyun's hand, and looked at her with concern.
"President Fu!" Wu Shilan dodged Uncle Ping's hand and hurriedly spoke up, "I didn't mean to hurt you. The child in my arms is your nephew. Can you please let him stay? I beg you!"
As she spoke, fearing that her attitude might not seem sincere enough, she actually knelt down.
"Please, I beg you, please let him stay. Just give him a bite to eat, and I'll pretend I never had this child. I promise I'll never bother you again!"
Song Luoyun sighed inwardly. Shamefully, her compassion was acting up again.
She thought that giving up the child and starting anew in her life would be the best choice for Wu Shilan.
"You haven't even moved on from what you did before, do you have the right to negotiate?" Fu Huaizhi's calm voice rang out.
The light in Wu Shilan's eyes dimmed little by little.
After thinking for a long time, he finally said in a trembling voice, "Am I...am I going to jail?"
Fu Huaizhi didn't give her a choice: "The Fu family can take care of his daily needs until he comes of age, but you will have to bear a lot of legal responsibilities."
Wu Shilan lowered her head and wept, her shoulders trembling, her cries blending with the sound of the child in her arms.
Fu Huaizhi led Song Luoyun into the garden. He didn't like children, especially such a small baby; every cry of his was stimulating to his nerves.
Once inside, the noise subsided. Song Luoyun stood by the window and looked out. Uncle Ping was trying to comfort Wu Shilan, who was still crying.
Soon, she saw Uncle Ping take the child from Wu Shilan's arms. Wu Shilan stood up unsteadily, gently stroking the child's face, her posture reluctant to part.
Turning around, Song Luoyun said to Fu Huaizhi, "She sent this child to the Fu family to make some money. Are you planning to give in to her?"
She was willing to believe that Wu Shilan still had some conscience as a mother, but she also knew clearly that someone like her wouldn't really care about the child. The reason she finally decided to send him over was simply because she said: "You can exchange the child for some money."
Fu Huaizhi said, "All my money is yours. As long as you agree, I will send someone to transfer it to you."
Song Luoyun then realized that he was correcting her tone.
Because she was discussing with him about creating too much distance between them.
She said, "...Okay, I was just asking for your opinion."
"I'll do whatever you say," Fu Huaizhi emphasized, putting his arm around her from behind.
Uncle Ping carried the child into the Fu family home. Wu Shilan was still standing at the door, with two bodyguards behind her, waiting to see her off.
Song Luoyun spoke up: "Do you have the surveillance footage of her drugging me back then?"
“Of course, this evidence has already been prepared,” Fu Huaizhi said.
He had been keeping an eye on Ng Sze-lan, and if she hadn't taken the initiative to come to him this time, he planned to wait until she had settled the child before handing her over to the police.
Song Luoyun then realized that Fu Huaizhi had handled the matter so meticulously.
Perhaps those who lost their mothers at a young age understand better the importance of mothers in the process of growing up, and are even more unwilling to let a child lose that innocence.
She couldn't help but sigh, "I don't want to get involved in their affairs, but the children are innocent."
Fu Huaizhi's tone was gentle: "He's just a child. The Fu family can raise him, and he'll be better off with them than with them."
"Thank you, Fu Huaizhi," Song Luoyun suddenly said.
Fu Huaizhi spoke up: "What are you thanking me for? This is our mutual choice."
Song Luoyun smiled slightly but didn't say anything.
She knew very well that Fu Huaizhi didn't just want to save a child; he was just worried that Wu Shilan would seek revenge after being released from prison, so he left her with leverage so that she wouldn't dare to act recklessly in the future.
...
Knowing she couldn't escape, Wu Shilan voluntarily surrendered and received a reduced sentence. Later, every time Song Luoyun entered the Fu family manor, he could hear the cries of children, as if he understood his own fate of being abandoned by his parents.
Now, all the people who were an eyesore in the Fu family have been removed, and even Fu Huaihe moved abroad when Fu Qiaosheng went to prison. Without the old and complicated rules, it is more like a utopia.
But Song Luoyun still didn't like this kind of place. It was too spacious, and he could always see countless children, most of whom were injured.
Not long after, she saw Fu Zeming again.
He became more mature, with a buzz cut, a beard, and casual clothes.
After graduating with his bachelor's degree, he chose to study abroad for a master's degree. Before leaving, he contacted Song Luoyun, but she did not show up, and he has not heard from her since.
This meeting was unexpected. Song Luoyun had been staying at the Fu family manor for a few days. Fu Huaizhi was having a meeting in his study, and she was watering the plants in the garden. Fu Zeming had just returned to the country, and they unexpectedly bumped into each other.
The atmosphere remained silent. They were in a relationship where there was no need for them to even say "long time no see." Fu Zeming stopped and looked at her. She could only turn around and quietly meet his gaze.
“My brother told me that Professor Liu’s project is ready for mass production. Congratulations,” Fu Zeming said.
Song Luoyun smiled slightly and said awkwardly yet politely, "Thank you."
“I’ve heard about what happened between you and your older brother. Everything’s going well now. He’s the best choice for you,” Fu Zeming said.
Song Luoyun nodded without saying anything.
Fu Zeming still couldn't let her go. Perhaps this was the first time someone so powerful hadn't been able to hold onto someone, but as things change, perhaps his feelings would slowly fade away.
He no longer had the right to fight Fu Huaizhi, since Fu Huaizhi had spared his life.
Last year, the Fu family underwent a major reshuffle. Fu Huaizhi settled all the scores from the past, and even his own younger brother was not spared. His collusion with Zhang Ming to falsify Song Luoyun's postgraduate entrance examination results was exposed. If the evidence is handed over to the police, he will definitely face imprisonment.
He sat in front of Fu Huaizhi, head bowed, silent for a long time, before finally giving him a chance.
He left Peking University and went abroad to develop his career, completely severing his feelings for Song Luoyun.
The final request is to obtain evidence that Zhou Yingshu and her current husband have long controlled Song Luoyun.
Fu Zeming had always thought that Fu Huaizhi treated relationships as a pastime, but how could he not understand why he did all this? At that moment, he knew very well that he had lost completely.
"Luo Yun," Fu Zeming called softly to the person who was about to leave, "I've always owed you that 'I'm sorry'."
"There's nothing to apologize for, you've been helping me too," Song Luoyun said.
Fu Zeming remained motionless, as if stunned by a thunderclap.
Song Luoyun continued, "I know my mom never contacted me again after that, because of you."
She always knew that even if he silently changed her grades, it was just a ploy to escape from his control. He wanted to take her abroad, let her fly away, and never have to be forced again.
Unfortunately, the plans changed, and she sided with the other side. Unfortunately, she didn't like others arbitrarily making arrangements for her.
“We used to be very good friends, and maybe we will be in the future. I wish you can find someone who is truly worth your heartfelt care,” she said softly.
Fu Zeming gripped the handle of the suitcase, watching her turn and walk away from him step by step.
The focus shifted from near to far, and he saw the man standing at the door. For a moment, he felt like an ant at the foot of a mountain, unable to feel at ease under that gaze.
He recalled a time when he was a child and had been taken care of by his older brother.
He was playing around and broke the head of the family's treasures. He was so scared that he hid under the sofa and cried. Fu Huaizhi watched him from afar, and finally went up to instruct the butler to clean up the mess and keep the incident a secret.
Not long after, the head of the family discovered the truth, and he took the blame for it all, receiving the punishment from the family without uttering a sound.
That night, Xiao Zeming secretly sneaked into his brother's room and cried as he applied medicine to his brother's wound, but his brother coldly told him not to cry.
He should know that his brother was never a cold-blooded person.
He misunderstood for so many years.
...
Song Luoyun stood beside Fu Huaizhi, and he took a towel to wipe the water droplets off her arm, as gently as if he were handling a work of art.
She glanced at the person walking in the opposite direction out of the corner of her eye, paused for a long time, and then asked, "Fu Huaizhi, what are you going to do to my mother?"
"What do you think?" Fu Huaizhi asked without looking up.
Song Luoyun said, "I always think of the time when my father was still alive, and we worked together to make a better life. Even though she became completely different later, I still can't believe that she was just pretending before."
“She hurt you.” Fu Huaizhi rolled the towel into his palm, his fingertips digging into her hair.
“She did something wrong and should be punished,” Song Luoyun said softly, “but that’s enough.”
"Okay." Fu Huaizhi kissed her forehead. "I'll do whatever you say."
Song Luoyun smiled slightly, her eyes flashing, "Fu Huaizhi, take me to see your mother."
...
The woman's name was Liu Weiyan. After her death, she wasn't even qualified to be buried in the Fu family cemetery; her ashes were eventually taken away by her parents. Fu Huaizhi secretly built a tombstone in a deserted corner of the manor's backyard, which became his only connection to his mother.
Song Luoyun stood behind him and watched for a long time.
A few days later, under the pretext of taking a walk to clear her head, she took Fu Huaizhi to another place. After getting out of the car, they walked into a cemetery.
The hand holding hers felt cold; he knew very well why she had brought him here.
Song Luoyun handed the flowers she was holding to Fu Huaizhi, found the place she remembered, and gently wiped away the dust that had fallen on the words 'Loving Mother Liu Weiyan' on the tombstone.
Fu Huaizhi didn't say a word. Song Luoyun knew that he was not good at expressing himself and kept all his words to himself, so she quietly talked with the lady along with him.
Before leaving, she whispered, "Thank you for changing my destiny."
Fu Huaizhi paused for a moment, then intertwined his fingers with hers.
Song Luoyun gestured for him to look towards the corridor.
Two people, with white hair, walked slowly towards this side, supporting each other as they helped each other along.
Liu Yi glanced at Fu Huaizhi, lit a candle beside the tombstone, and began to paint over the inscription stroke by stroke.
She was their only child, and even after so much time had passed, she would still secretly wipe away tears. Fu Huaizhi stood by, waiting, and reached out to support the swaying woman.
Liu Yi didn't push him away. So much time had passed, even he felt he should let it go.
After seeing them off to their car, Liu Yi looked at Fu Huaizhi for a long time, finally sighed deeply, and said, "Come and visit her often when you have time."
As the car drove further and further away, Fu Huaizhi suddenly hugged Song Luoyun tightly, his hands trembling.
She heard him say, "Thank you."
It was Song Luoyun who eased their conflict.
She went to the school and talked a lot with Professor Liu Yi, frankly about the changes in Fu Huaizhi over the years. She was willing to believe that Professor Liu Yi could not bear to part with his daughter's flesh and blood.
They were deeply troubled by their daughter's death and resolved to cut off all ties with the Fu family. However, the gifts Fu Huaizhi brought when he visited them were always kept at home, and they saw his thoughtfulness.
She didn't do anything special; she just hoped that Liu Yi and his wife would have someone to rely on in their old age, and that Fu Huaizhi could be closer to his mother.
Back at the Fu family home, the baby's cries continued incessantly. The wet nurse changed the diapers and carefully prepared formula, which gradually subsided.
Song Luoyun looked at the child through the small window and suddenly said, "Fortunately, even living in such an environment, you are still the same person you are now."
Fu Huaizhi stopped in his tracks.
He said, "It is precisely because of this environment that I am who I am."
The Fu family has raised a million people with all sorts of personalities, and without exception, they are all extremely different.
Fortunately, she met someone who was deeply aware of the abnormality of this environment and therefore did everything in his power to change it.
Song Luoyun's gaze remained fixed on that room.
She told him, "Actually, I don't really like children."
“Me too,” Fu Huaizhi said. “The two of us are enough.”
Song Luoyun smiled, took his arm with both hands, and stepped forward.
He said that two people are enough.
Coincidentally, that's what she thought too.
They will not have their own children, nor will they be subject to any constraints.
Then so.
Start a new life.
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Author's Note: This concludes the main text. This chapter was actually finished a while ago, but due to revisions and various real-life matters, it's been delayed until now. With the busy project finally coming to an end, I can finally complete it.
I've seen many of your comments, thank you for believing I wouldn't abandon this project. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long!
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