Chapter 65 Early Recovery
Grandpa Fu celebrated his birthday in a very low-key manner this year, not planning a big celebration, but only inviting close relatives and friends to dinner at home.
Fu Wenyang and Fu Yansheng were naturally present.
Besides their own family, there was also Aunt Fu Yansheng's family.
The old man only had one younger sister. They relied on each other when they were young and shared hardships together.
Therefore, even after Fu Chengjin got married, the two families remained close.
Her great-aunt was highly regarded in the Fu family.
Because she and the old man's first wife were best friends, with decades of friendship, and she had watched Fu Wenyang grow up.
When the old man insisted on marrying He Xin, she objected.
The old man bypassed Fu Wenyang and handed the group over to Fu Yansheng, and she even pointed at her brother's nose and cursed him.
Even today, she still finds fault with He Xin and Fu Yansheng, and can't stand them no matter what.
As soon as the group sat down, she spoke in a deep voice: "Where is Yan Sheng? Why hasn't he returned yet? Doesn't he even plan to attend his father's birthday celebration?"
He Xin wore a polite smile, not taking her provocation seriously.
She has always been like this; no matter what Fu Chengjin does, she will not retaliate excessively.
In any case, afterwards, the old man would always see her grievances and give her real money as compensation.
"Soon."
Before the words were even finished, Aunt You said, "Second Master is back."
Fu Yansheng strode in, the cold wind whipping up his black clothes, accompanied by a drizzle.
"Dad, Auntie."
The old man spotted the basket in his hand at a glance.
Yan Sui started the lottery by using a basket sold in the supermarket.
Later, she commissioned a batch of handmade bamboo baskets, which were much more exquisite than those sold in supermarkets.
"What's this?"
Fu Chengjin glanced at him lazily. "This is the birthday gift you gave your father? Isn't that a bit impolite?"
Fu Yansheng ignored her and instead looked at the old man and replied, "It's a gift that a friend asked me to pass on."
He lifted the cloth covering it, revealing bright red, plump strawberries.
Without any masking, the overwhelming aroma of strawberries instantly filled the room, making one's mouth water.
Fu Chengjin frowned. "What kind of friend is this? Sending a basket of strawberries as a gift? That's so stingy."
Actually, everyone knows that she just wanted to make things difficult for Fu Yansheng, and it has nothing to do with what she gave him.
However, this time, Fu Xicheng retorted: "Auntie, Yan Sui's strawberries are very precious; you can't buy them even if you have money."
Fu Chengjin scoffed and said dismissively, "There's nothing in this world that money can't buy. It's just strawberries, why are you so enamored with them? This kind of gift isn't presentable. Let Xiao You take it."
Aunt You was about to reach out to take it when she heard the old man clear his throat.
"You can't say that. It's the thought that counts, not the gift. I'm very happy with what the child gave me. Give it to me."
He has to keep them himself; no one is allowed to steal any.
So, under Fu Chengjin's incredulous gaze, Fu Yansheng solemnly handed the strawberries to the old man.
The old man laughed, and at that moment he felt a kind of smugness, like a poor man who had suddenly become rich.
"Oh, there are greeting cards too."
He picked it up and squinted at it.
Happy birthday, and wishing you a speedy recovery.
Wishing your son a speedy recovery.
Wishing your grandson a speedy recovery.
These three short lines seem to say nothing at all, yet they seem to contain a wealth of information.
Is this some kind of new kind of blessing?
Just as Fu Xicheng was about to lean over to take a look, the old man closed the card and glanced at Fu Yansheng.
If he doesn't understand Yan Sui, how could he not understand Fu Yansheng?
"Aunt You, put these strawberries in my study."
Fu Chengjin: "?"
"Big brother, this is just a strawberry."
Fu Xicheng chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, it's just a basket of strawberries. Why put it in the study? Just wash it and eat it."
The old man bristled and glared, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to! If you actually take it out, you'll be like a rat trapped in a rice jar!"
Fu Xicheng's eyes widened as she accused him, "Grandpa, you're so stingy! I only managed to snag a bottle of peach blossom wine, and I gave it all to you as a token of my respect."
The old man grunted twice, indicating he wouldn't give it to him anyway.
Fu Chengjin felt it was undignified for the grandfather and grandson to argue about this, and even offered a few words of advice: "Big brother, just give it to Chengcheng, I'll buy you some more later."
The old man wasn't buying it. If he could buy it, he wouldn't have been craving it for so many days.
"No need."
Immediately afterward, Fu Wenyang spoke up: "Second brother, where's your gift? You couldn't have just brought back a basket of strawberries, could you?"
Fu Yansheng kept his eyes straight ahead and said calmly, "It's a piece of calligraphy written by Elder Xu, which Assistant Qu will send over."
"Oh? That old man actually gave you face?" Old Master Fu asked in surprise.
Fu Yansheng paused, "It's not about giving me face."
Fu Wenyang didn't actually want to know about the birthday gift from Fu Yansheng; he just wanted to take the opportunity to bring up Fu Qingci.
"Dad, isn't this just a coincidence? The birthday gift Qingci sent you also has Old Master Xu's calligraphy."
The atmosphere noticeably quieted down when Fu Qingci was mentioned.
After exchanging glances with Fu Wenyang, Fu Chengjin continued, "Qingci and the Yan family's child came over early this morning, wanting to present the gift to you in person. Why don't you let Qingci have a meal with us?"
Fu Xicheng scoffed coldly, "Why don't we invite his mother over for a meal too?"
Fu Chengjin gently scolded, "Chengcheng! How dare you talk to your father like that?"
She also looked down on other women and illegitimate children.
But Fu Wenyang told her that he would only bring the child back.
This child is outstanding and has the ability to rival Fu Yansheng for power.
“Brother, I haven’t met this child from the Yan family yet. Why don’t we let them in to meet him?”
With her speaking up, what reason did the old man have to refuse?
He then said, "There's no need for them to eat; let them come in and sit down."
Fu Wenyang wanted to say something more, but Fu Chengjin glanced at him.
"Okay, then let them come in and have a seat." She said with a smile, and then asked Aunt You to go out and call them.
He Xin kept her eyes down, remaining silent about their petty thoughts.
This demonstrates absolute confidence in one's son and trust in the person beside one's spouse.
Fu Qingci's appearance didn't make her feel any sense of crisis at all.
Fu Xicheng, on the other hand, was furious and wished she could just turn around and leave.
He Xin smiled and patted her head, lowering her voice to say, "I'll take you to the study to steal some strawberries later."
"real?"
Shh, don't let your grandpa hear you.
Fu Xicheng, like a smug mouse, covered his mouth and chuckled.
A short while later, Fu Qingci and Yan Mo walked in hand in hand.
Yan Mo's gaze swept quickly across the people in the room, finally landing on Fu Yansheng, a look of amazement flashing in her eyes.
Yan Sui and this man had been engaged for several years, but in the end she was discarded like a rag. How foolish!
If she could hold onto this man, she would never have chosen Fu Qingci.
Fu Qingci gritted his teeth and whispered in her ear, "Have you seen enough?"
Yan Mo raised the corners of her lips and moved closer to him.
"I've seen enough. You're definitely not as good as him."
Fu Qingci remained calm and led her to wish the old man a happy birthday.
Fu Wenyang was a little anxious and asked him to bring out the birthday gifts.
But Fu Qingci said, "There is an order of seniority. My uncle's birthday gift hasn't arrived yet, so how can I deliver it first?"
Fu Chengjin affirmed his words: "Qingci is very polite."
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