66. Entering the Fu Family Again
"You're too confident." She couldn't hide the disgust in her voice.
At this time, Fu Rongshen called.
He glanced at the displayed phone note and paused before answering the call.
Chu Yan looked back at him, frowning slightly as he listened to the call. After he hung up, he asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"We're going back to the old house for dinner tonight. The Zhiju family will be there too. It's a simple family dinner. My dad wants you to go too."
Chu Yanhui was stunned, his face turned ugly, and his smile was a little stiff: "Me? I'm not from your family, what would I do there...Hongmen Banquet..."
Fu Rongshen: "I think he has something to say to you."
"It's because I know what he will say that I don't dare to go." She turned her head to look out the window.
"Yan Hui," the man held her hand, "I said I need you to be present to resolve my father's objections."
She wanted to say something else, but stopped herself.
Finally, he shut up and compromised.
evening.
Chu Yanhui entered the Fu family's old house again. The humiliation two months ago was still vivid in her mind, making it difficult for her to breathe.
As she walked along the wisteria path and got closer to the main hall, her complexion became worse.
If I don’t wear makeup to maintain my complexion, I’m afraid I’ll look pale.
The hands holding the handbag were shaking.
Finally reaching the stairs, she took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and followed Fu Rongshen into the hall.
"Dad." Fu Rongshen called respectfully.
"Grandpa Fu."
Chu Yanhui followed suit.
The old man who was sitting on the sofa talking with a man and a woman looked up when he heard the voice.
His eyes first fell on Chu Yanhui, who was wearing a crimson dress, and then he looked at Fu Rongshen, with a forced smile on his face: "You're back? Come and sit down."
The two people beside the old man also looked over.
Chu Yanhui recognized them at a glance as Zhiju's parents, Fu Jin and Duan Yingci.
The man was wearing a moon-white gown, giving him the elegant air of a teacher from the last century; the woman was wearing a dark green cheongsam, but her every move and gesture clearly showed the decisiveness of a superior.
The torch was not in the living room.
When the two saw Chu Yanhui, there was no surprise on their faces, but instead they looked familiar.
"Xiao Yanhui, I haven't seen you for several years. You have grown up to be the same as when you were little." Fu Jin said to Duan Yingci with a smile.
Chu Yanhui called Luo Luo generously: "Uncle, Auntie."
This is actually a very embarrassing part.
She was with Fu Rongshen, but she called him brother and sister-in-law or uncle and aunt.
Duan Yingci noticed her discomfort, so she asked her to sit next to her and chat with her.
It started as just a casual chat.
Later, when talking about Fu Zhiju, Duan Yingci said: "She is also of marriageable age, but she is not serious and hangs out outside all day."
"Fooling around?" Chu Yanhui subconsciously wanted to refute, but held back. This was Zhiju's mother.
Mr. Fu also heard it, glanced at her, and said in a gloomy tone: "With that...entertainment industry person, isn't that just fooling around!"
Those who didn't know would think he was commenting on Fu Zhiju's boyfriend, but Chu Yanhui understood that he was making a veiled comment about her.
That look of disgust was already obvious.
"Dad, brother," Fu Rongshen handed a document to the old man on the sofa and said with a smile, "What matters most is that Zhiju likes it."
This is Hongye’s quarterly report for last quarter.
He would show it to Fu Qiulei every quarter, and now was no exception.
Fu Jin glanced at the quarterly report and thought to herself, Rong Shen is cut out for this job. It was a good thing she had escaped and let her brother inherit the company, otherwise the company wouldn't be where it is today.
Nodding: "Rong Shen is right, you have to like it yourself."
Duan Yingci glared at him, and he immediately shrank back and kept silent.
He retracted his gaze and smiled at Chu Yan, saying, "Zhi Ju has been your best friend since they were little. She runs away whenever I speak, and now I don't know where to hide. When you have time, try to persuade her."
"good."
The girl agreed obediently.
But I thought to myself, why don’t I see the figure holding the torch? It turns out he is urging me to get married.
She and Zhiju have always been on the same side, supporting each other. Aunt Duan's words to her were actually useless.
It was not until dinner time that Fu Zhiju finally arrived.
Mr. Fu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Finally you're willing to come back? Count it yourself, how many times did the housekeeper call you?"
Fu Zhiju laughed, washed his hands, and went to the table: "Grandpa, I didn't delay the meal, did I?"
The old man choked.
The Fu family usually used a round table for family dinners. While eating, Fu Zhiju secretly exchanged glances with Chu Yanhui, who was sitting across from him, using their secret code to ask how she was doing. As a result, he was caught by his mother.
He said coldly: "Fu Zhiju..."
Fu Zhiju froze for a moment, then smiled sweetly and asked, "The food tonight is really good, isn't it, Mom?"
"Eat well, we'll talk later."
Duan Yingci warned in a low voice.
Fu Rongshen stretched out his white and clean hand and whispered, "Eat shrimp."
Chu Yanhui lowered his head and ate his meal politely and calmly, pretending not to notice the shrimps the man was peeling for him on the glass plate.
For the first time, she felt that her liking for shrimp was a bad habit.
Feeling the knife-like glance from Mr. Fu who was sitting in the main seat, he felt that every day was a year long and extremely painful.
Finishing dinner felt like the end of torture.
Fu Zhiju took the initiative to invite her out of the hall and sit on the swing in the garden.
Pulling her aside, he asked, "You're here like this? Did your uncle ask you to?"
Chu Yanhui smiled bitterly: "What your grandfather meant."
"Uncle is here, and he asked you to come. Was he trying to warn you two not to be together? That's not right. He didn't make things difficult for you the whole time."
"I have no idea……"
The girl let out a long sigh. Even though Fu Rongshen said that, she was still instinctively worried about losing face again.
After a while, she asked Fu Zhiju, "Aunt Duan asked me to persuade you to get married today. Do you already have a target?"
Fu Zhiju tucked the messy hair of his mullet, which had been permed and dyed into a misty blue, behind his ears and curled his lips, his disgust visible to the naked eye:
"Yeah, a returnee who graduated from a prestigious university... Tsk, I met her on a blind date, and she made me jealous. Don't even mention her ridiculous nonsense!"
Chu Yanhui was shocked. There were still people like this in this era. "Ah? You're talking so much nonsense. Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"
"That's not an exaggeration at all! A Chinese man who studied Chinese as a foreign language, neither Chinese nor Western... My dad even said he's pretty good!"
Fu Zhiju's expression is hard to describe.
Chu Yanhui tried to show an understanding expression: "Uncle is an artist, it's normal for him to like younger generations who are more artistic."
Just listening to the other person's description is enough to give me goosebumps.
"That's it, no other options?"
Fu Zhiju said with a forced smile: "Yes! On the surface, each one is more refined than the other, but behind the scenes, they are either gamblers or play games. These people are all the same, the only difference is the degree of pretense."
Chu Yanhui fell silent: "..."
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