Chapter 23 Ironic Loving Couple
Ruan Liuzheng looked around but didn't see her son.
She felt a little impatient, and her eyes became colder as she looked at Fu Yanci.
Fu Yanci raised his eyes and glanced at Ruan Liuzheng lightly. Contrary to his usual behavior, he reached out his hand, hugged Ruan Liuzheng's slender waist affectionately, and pulled Ruan Liuzheng to sit on his lap.
He smiled and looked at Ruan Liuzheng with a threatening look in his eyes, "Wife, why are you late? And you mentioned our son right away. I will be jealous."
Ruan Liuzheng frowned, lowered her eyes and looked at the hand that was tightly clamped around her waist, a hint of disgust flashing across her eyes.
Whenever she thought about what Fu Yanci might do with Bai Huanqing in the next few days, she couldn't help but feel nauseous.
Ruan Liuzheng resisted the urge to vomit, stretched out his hand to break free from Fu Yanci's grip, his eyes filled with coldness, "Let go! I'll ask you again, where is your son?"
Fu Yanci raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his dark eyes looked around at the Fu family members who were watching the show, and his palms suddenly tightened.
He directly pulled Ruan Liuzheng, who was about to get up, into his arms, put his thin lips close to Ruan Liuzheng's ear, and said tenderly, "Don't worry, our son is sleeping upstairs."
Fu Yanci paused, then changed his tone, his eyes smiling, "Ruan Liuzheng, you'd better be sensible tonight. I dare to tell you where Fu Jingcheng is, which means I'm not afraid of you going to find him. Similarly, I dare to make sure you never see him again. You know my methods, do you understand?"
His voice was unusually gentle.
Whispering in each other's ears should be the most intimate behavior between husband and wife.
However, at this moment, Ruan Liuzheng felt cold for no reason. Her fingers slowly curled up and her eyes were cold as she stared deeply at Fu Yanci.
After a long while, she said in a cold voice, "Fu Yanci, you are cruel and cold enough."
He would do anything to achieve his goal and was even so despicable as to threaten a mother with her child.
Besides, the child still has half of Fu Yanci's blood in his body.
Fu Yanci smiled lightly, his lips lightly touched Ruan Liuzheng's earlobe, with a cold look in his eyes.
He whispered, "Ruan Liuzheng, don't you understand my character? The Fu family's rules are there, and there must be a limit to your behavior. Don't let it get out of hand!"
After Fu Yanci's reminder, Ruan Liuzheng also remembered the family motto passed down by the Fu family to this day. Then, when she thought of the faces of the Fu family members, she suddenly couldn't help but chuckled twice.
The laughter was extremely ironic.
The Fu family is sentimental and ungrateful, but the family motto they created is noble and virtuous, full of deep affection, which can move people just by listening to it.
This is because the family motto states that once a Fu family member gets married, they must be loyal to their partner for life and cannot divorce. Anyone who falls in love with someone else will be punished by the family law at the least, and will be directly removed from the family tree and expelled from the Fu family at the most serious.
Thanks to this family motto, the Fu family has gained a lot of favor in the upper class circles and even in the entire Yuncheng.
Until now, many girls are vying to marry into the Fu family.
But they don’t know that the Fu family members say one thing in public and another in private.
They are obviously the most heartless, but they still have to maintain a hypocritical face on the surface and maintain the image of loving their wives and children, but in fact they are already rotten inside.
I don’t know who I am touching!
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At eight o'clock in the evening, the Fu family's family banquet officially began.
Mr. Fu sat in the main seat, and Fu Yanci, the eldest son and grandson, who was also the current owner of the Fu Group, sat in the first seat to his left.
Ruan Liuzheng naturally sat next to Fu Yanci, and Fu Jingcheng was supposed to sit next to Ruan Liuzheng, but because Mr. Fu liked him, he sat directly in front of Mr. Fu.
Even Fu Yanci, his own grandson, cannot reach that position.
The other members of the Fu family had to sit in order according to their seniority and there would be no changes.
After Mr. Fu said a few polite words expressing his hope for family harmony, we could start eating.
During this time, Fu Yanci took the initiative to pick up some food for Ruan Liuzheng, his eyes were gentle, "Liuzheng, come and try it! The steamed fish made by the chef in the old house is a must-try!"
To show his love, he even patiently removed the fish bone.
Ruan Liuzheng looked at him and found him disgustingly hypocritical.
She knew very well that the purpose of Fu Yanci's action was to eliminate Mr. Fu's suspicion.
After all, Fu Yanci values profit the most.
But for the sake of her son, Ruan Liuzheng had to accompany him and continue to act out this drama of loving couple.
She put on a smile, trying to appear happy, and then ate the piece of fish in front of everyone in the Fu family.
Accompany Fu Yanci to perform this scene well and to complete it.
The chef in the old house is really good at cooking.
However, as Ruan Liuzheng chewed the fish in his mouth, he couldn't help but think of Xie Qingcen.
The fish he cooked was also delicious!
I don't know if he is now...
"Liu Zheng, Liu Zheng!"
Ruan Liuzheng's thoughts were interrupted by Fu Yanci. She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Yanci, with a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.
He has already achieved the effect he wanted, what else does he want to do!
Fu Yanci's face looked a little ugly, but he still tried to lower his voice, "What are you thinking about? You were so absorbed that you didn't even hear Grandpa calling you?"
He reached out and grabbed Ruan Liuzheng from underneath, applying a little force, with a hint of warning in his eyes.
Ruan Liuzheng frowned, silently pulled his hand out, raised his eyes, and said with a slightly apologetic tone, "Sorry, Grandpa. I was rude."
Mr. Fu smiled and waved his hands, "It's okay, it's just a family dinner, no need to be too formal. Liu Zheng, you and Yan Ci have been married for five years, and it would be too lonely to have only one child like Cheng Cheng. It's time to have a second child. It should be perfect anyway, what do you think?"
Looking at Mr. Fu's smile, Ruan Liuzheng pursed her lips and said nothing.
Given Mr. Fu's methods, she didn't believe that he hadn't heard about the company's affairs. However, from the time she came here until now, not only did Mr. Fu not say a word, but he even urged her to give birth in front of everyone.
After all, the grandson and the face of the Fu family are more important!
But she is not a breeding machine, so why should she do that?
Ruan Liuzheng's face turned cold, she stood up and said, "No..."
"Don't worry, Grandpa. We are working hard to ensure that you will have a great-granddaughter next year."
Perhaps guessing what Ruan Liuzheng was going to say next, Fu Yanci suddenly stood up, put his arm around Ruan Liuzheng's shoulders, and interrupted with a smile.
The dark eyes looked at Ruan Liuzheng quietly, with a chill in their eyes.
Ruan Liuzheng's heart sank and she looked at Fu Yanci coldly. After a long time, she snorted coldly and sat back in her original seat.
Fu Yanci's hands were empty, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across his eyes.
However, when facing Mr. Fu, the smile on his face was still gentle, his expression remained unchanged, and he did his best to act like a filial grandson.
Mr. Fu nodded with satisfaction, "Well, then I'll be waiting for your good news."
Fu Yanci nodded, "I will never let you down, Grandpa."
After talking about the topic of labor, the next thing was a few irrelevant words of concern and condolences.
Ruan Liuzheng was so bored by what he heard that he lost interest in the delicious food in front of him.
I simply found an excuse and left early.
Finally, she did not forget to give her son a reassuring look to prevent him from worrying.
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