Zhou Luo took Fu Jingchen's arm: "Come on, let's ignore her. We're going to be happy and make them angry."
Fu Jingchen kept thinking about Chen Xiu's words, but he didn't want to ask Zhou Luo directly.
"Well, we're almost done shopping. Let's go back and rest," the man said absentmindedly.
Chen Xiu could tell from Fu Jingchen's expression that the man cared about what she had said.
Back when Zhou Luo went to the hospital, it was Chen Xiu who found the doctor. It was only when registering that they found out that this wasn't Zhou Luo's first time doing this. What kind of unmarried, respectable girl would have that kind of surgery done several times?
"Why pretend to be a pure and innocent girl?" Chen Xiu said, stopping short of saying anything more.
The atmosphere inside the elevator was eerily quiet.
Zhou Luo knew what Fu Jingchen was thinking, but she didn't dare to explain herself. It was true that she had undergone several surgeries, and her previous relationship had left her scarred. But she also blamed herself for not taking care of herself.
"Jingchen, let bygones be bygones. No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave you, and please don't leave me either." Zhou Luo's fingers tightened.
“Okay, I shouldn’t have believed what others said. Everyone has a past, and I wasn’t good in the past either.” Fu Jingchen stroked the woman’s cheek. “Unless you tell me yourself, I won’t believe anyone.”
On the hotel balcony, two people stood side by side, seemingly admiring the night view of Tiancheng, but each had their own thoughts.
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At the guesthouse.
Fu Jingsheng leaned against the window. Outside, there was a field of rapeseed. Under the bright moonlight, he could see the shape of the rapeseed. Fu Jingsheng felt as if he had returned to the countryside, where the view from his grandmother's window was just like that.
Rong Yan rested her chin on her hand: "It's hard to see this kind of primitive village anymore. Did you notice that there wasn't a single car in the whole village?"
Fu Jingsheng recalled: "That's right, mostly tricycles."
Fu Yunlei and the others played hide-and-seek at the door for a while before running off to find their father.
There was a knock on the wooden door, and Fu Jingsheng called out, "Come in."
"Dad, Mom," Rong Shimo pushed the door open and came in, "Can we go out and play for a while?"
It was as bright as day outside the window. Fu Jingsheng wasn't worried about the children being in danger playing outside. He also wanted some fresh air himself, so he said, "Let's go together."
"Let me show you my superior skills." The man's lips curled into a smile.
"What technology?" The children looked at each other, wondering if playing required any technology.
Fu Jingsheng had just had an idea while looking at the tricycle. He remembered how happy he was when he was a child, riding in a tricycle for a ride. It was just like a luxury convertible today.
Especially at night.
Fu Jingsheng rented a tricycle from the guesthouse owner, and only then did everyone realize his intention.
The man got into the driver's seat, tried the handle, and then patted the back of the tricycle: "Get in."
Han Yue became suspicious of her son: "Do you want to drive a tricycle? No, a tricycle is not the same as a car." The woman, who valued her life, took a few steps back.
Fu Yunlei was fearless, mainly because he trusted his father. The little boy climbed onto the vehicle, sat inside, and grabbed the handrail: "Dad, how did you know I wanted to ride in a tricycle?"
Fu Jingsheng smiled slightly: "Because I want to be open-minded."
"Tch, so Dad wanted to play by himself after all." Fu Yunlei had thought his father had guessed his thoughts, but it turned out he was doing it for him.
Rong Yan hesitated slightly. She had known Fu Jingsheng for so many years, and apart from cars, she had never seen him use any other means of transportation. Let alone a tricycle, she had never seen him ride a two-wheeler. Did this man think all vehicles were the same? That as long as you could ride a four-wheeler, you could ride anything else?
"Stop fooling around," Rong Yan reminded from under the vehicle. "Tricycles are hard to drive, and visibility is poor at night. The village roads are narrow. Just walk."
Fu Jingsheng let his son get out first. He turned the handle, and the car slowly drove off. The man turned back and smiled at his family. He turned around a little and came back, and the car came to a smooth stop.
Several children quickly climbed up and sat in two rows: "Dad, you're this one." Fu Yunting gave a thumbs up.
Rong Yan asked her mother-in-law, "Mom, did Jing Sheng learn to ride a tricycle when he was little?"
Han Yue shook her head: "I don't know."
“I saw tricycles when I was a child. Not many people in my grandparents’ generation knew how to ride bicycles. Tricycles were convenient for working in the fields. When we were in elementary school, we could ride bicycles, but after we learned how to ride bicycles, I could never find my balance when riding a tricycle. Anyway, I never learned how to ride a tricycle.” For a time, Rong Yan even doubted her own coordination.
Han Yue looked at her son incredulously, then at her daughter-in-law with a face full of doubt: "I really don't know how he can ride this. I can't even ride an electric scooter."
Fu Jingsheng pulled Rong Yan into the car: "Want to know why I ride a tricycle? Fu Jingsheng, the president of Fu Corporation, isn't some pretty face who just sits around reaping the rewards. I started from the bottom, you just don't know it. Loading and unloading, assembly line experience..."
Rong Yan couldn't help but give her two thumbs up: "I really didn't expect you to be so down-to-earth."
"Mom, come on in, let's go for a drive in the convertible." Rong Yan pulled her mother-in-law into the car.
The road was filled with silvery laughter.
Fu Jingsheng drove around the village twice and then stopped. Several children jumped out of the car and ran to the fields to play.
Han Yue called out from behind, "Slow down, Grandma can't keep up."
Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng sat on the edge of the field chatting.
The ringing of a cell phone broke the warm atmosphere.
As soon as Rong Bing arrived, Dian Rongyan had a bad feeling, but the voice on the phone was unfamiliar.
Chen Xiu found two numbers in Rong Bing's contacts. She first called Rong's father, but no one answered. Later, she called Rong Yan.
“Rong Yan? I’m Chen Xiu, Bingbing’s friend. Bingbing had an accident. Can you come to the hospital? She’s calling your name incoherently.” Chen Xiu stood outside the ward.
"Hospital? Chen Xiu?" Rong Yan reacted for a moment. The number was indeed Rong Bing's. Although she didn't know what friends Rong Bing had, she could only get her number by chance, which showed that she cared a lot. But why was Rong Bing in the hospital again?
"You need money?" Rong Yan asked instinctively.
"No, no, I paid the medical bills. She was unconscious and kept calling your name. She... she took a lot of sleeping pills... It's my fault for not taking good care of her..." Chen Xiu returned from dinner with her friends and saw Rong Bing lying on the ground.
She was both scared and guilty.
Rong Yan has lost count of how many times Rong Bing has contemplated suicide.
To people who don't cherish life, all she wants to say is, if they want to die, let them die. Why stop them?
Rong Bing has caused trouble so many times, and even after being rescued so many times, she still can't let go of her sanity.
Not to mention Rong Yan, Chen Xiu wouldn't have bothered with it if Rong Bing hadn't been afraid of taking responsibility if something happened to her at home.
“Sister, she can’t hear you now if you scold her. The doctor said she’s out of danger, but she might not want to wake up or face reality. She might keep calling your name. Maybe you can give her the will to live.”
"I can't." Rong Yan hung up the phone immediately.
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