Rong Yan and Shen Xingzhi joked around for a while when Fu Jingsheng called.
The man, who didn't get off work until 8 p.m., immediately contacted his wife to ask where she was.
"At the hospital, we're going home right away." Rong Yan noticed it was getting late and didn't want to disturb Shen Xingzhi's rest.
"Then I'll go straight back." Fu Jingsheng then asked, "Want some dessert? I'll bring it to you."
"No need, Auntie made something delicious, I'm full. Honey, you go straight home, be careful on the way," Rong Yan said gently.
"Hurry up and go." After hanging up the phone, Rong Yan wanted to chat with Shen Xingzhi for a while longer, but Shen Xingzhi pressed her back and pushed her out. "I also need to be alone with Yu Wenhao for a while. See you tomorrow."
Rong Yan picked up her bag: "Don't back down, I'll walk by myself. You're such a womanizer. Remember to tell me in advance if there's anything you really want to eat, Auntie has to go buy the ingredients."
Fu Jingsheng sat in the car, opened the window, and felt the cool night breeze on his body.
He's in a great mood today; he's already signed two deals in just two days since the business opened.
Fu Jingsheng stopped at a dessert shop and bought his sons some handmade yogurt and small cakes.
When he got home, he hid the dessert on his person.
Rong Yan was tutoring the children in their room and didn't hear the door open.
Seeing that no one was in the living room, Fu Jingsheng went straight to the study. When he saw his father, the children put down their pens and greeted him together.
"Haven't you finished your homework yet?" Fu Jingsheng asked, glancing down at his watch.
“Mom assigned extra homework; she wants to test us. Dad, do you want to play games with us?” Fu Yunting asked.
Fu Jingsheng took both hands out from behind his back.
"Ta-da!" The man proudly displayed the items he had bought on the desk one by one.
Rong Shimo picked up the one closest to her and said, "Daddy, the puppy is so cute, I can't bring myself to kiss it."
"Give it to me, I'll eat it for you." The outgoing Fu Yunlei reached out to take the puppy-shaped cake in front of his sister.
Rong Shimo quickly defended herself: "That won't do."
“I’ll trade with you, you eat the clomi,” Rong Shiyu said.
“Fu Jingsheng, why don’t you buy just one style? How do you divide the four?” Rong Yan asked.
"There weren't any matching ones, so I just put them down randomly. Everyone can take the one closest to them and coordinate with each other. Of course, if you want to exchange them, you have to ask others if they agree first." When Fu Jingsheng arrived at the dessert shop, it was almost closing time, and it was already quite an achievement that he managed to gather four.
"I want this one." Fu Yunting was given his favorite chocolate cake.
"Then I won't change it." Fu Yunlei didn't like pink flowers.
"So sensible," Rong Yan said with satisfaction.
Several people opened the box together and shared it with each other so that everyone could enjoy different flavors of cake.
“The children have grown up,” Fu Jingsheng remarked with emotion.
Rong Yan nodded.
The dessert was quickly finished, and the children, now full, wanted Fu Jingsheng to play with them.
"Let Dad have dinner first, okay?" Rong Yan stopped them.
"Alright." Fu Yunlei released his father's hand.
Rong Yan served Fu Jingsheng porridge, while the woman who had already eaten sat beside him.
Fu Jingsheng ate very quickly.
After fifteen minutes, I rushed off to play with the children.
The children, who usually insist on sleeping in their mother's room, pulled their father for the first time, wanting to spend the night with him.
“Dad, I’m sleeping here tonight. You can sleep in my bed.” Fu Yunlei hooked his arm around Fu Jingsheng’s.
"Okay, brother, squeeze in with me. Dad, you sleep here." Fu Yunting patted the bed board. "Dad, I want to listen to 'The Mouse Marries a Bride' again today."
Fu Jingsheng was flattered. For the first time, the children gave up their own beds so that he could stay and keep them company. In the past, they had always clung to Rong Yan, and Fu Jingsheng felt superfluous.
"Okay," he agreed, but after playing until ten o'clock, Fu Jingsheng regretted it.
The man yawned and was about to go back to his room to rest when his son stopped him and tucked a storybook into his arms. "Dad, it's story time."
Rong Yan visited them midway through the trip and heard that Fu Jingsheng was staying in the children's room at night. She then went to the study to focus on her writing.
Fu Jingsheng told one story after another until his voice was hoarse, and finally he heard the children's cries.
He wearily put down his book, and fearing he would disturb the children and prevent them from leaving, he carefully left the room without even putting on his shoes.
In the study, Rong Yan sat in a chair, resting her chin on her hands, lost in thought.
I'm stuck on the story again. I've been so busy lately that I can't seem to focus on figuring out where to go next.
She sighed and continued typing, but after a few keystrokes, she deleted what she had written, something just didn't look right.
"Who can give me some inspiration... Ah! Ah! Ah!" Rong Yan cried out to the sky, "I've run out of inspiration, I don't know what to write anymore."
Fu Jingsheng opened the door and heard his wife's wailing: "Have you run out of ideas?" he asked.
Rong Yan lay on the table, pouting, "Fu Jingsheng, how about we get a divorce? Once our relationship improves, the novel won't be as good."
Rong Yan was serializing a tragic novel, and at the beginning it really hurt her heart and lungs. But after reconciling with Fu Jingsheng, her mindset quietly changed, and she couldn't write any more sad words.
"What?" Fu Jingsheng exclaimed in surprise, "The readers don't allow us to be together?"
"No, that's not it. Our relationship is quite stable, so I can't write about breakups and reconciliations anymore. There are still 500,000 words left to finish. What am I going to do with these 500,000 words? Most people are here for the angst," Rong Yan said, worried.
Fu Jingsheng didn't know how to write, so he couldn't offer any advice. He just said, "How about we have a fight for fun?"
“What you perform can’t compare to a deep understanding. Forget it, let me think about what to do.” Rong Yan immediately rejected Fu Jingsheng’s suggestion.
Fu Jingsheng put his arm around Rong Yan's shoulder: "Or write someone else."
That night, Fu Jingchen lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
He simply got up and made a phone call to his brother.
Fu Jingsheng was helping Rong Yan with her writing when he heard his phone ring and said, "I think inspiration has struck."
He pressed the answer button.
Fu Jingchen sighed: "Brother, you're not asleep yet, are you?"
"No, what's wrong?"
“I don’t know what to do about Zhou Luo’s matter. I did what my sister-in-law said, but instead of calming down, she got even angrier.” Fu Jingchen was really distressed, so he had no choice but to confide in Fu Jingsheng.
"I'll let Rong Yan listen and help you analyze it," Fu Jingsheng said to his younger brother before turning on the speakerphone.
Fu Jingchen read aloud the part of Zhou Luo's self-criticism essay that wasn't the worst.
"Goodness, did you not tell us the truth? You didn't do anything, so why are you being scolded like this?" Rong Yan asked, puzzled.
“No one can help you if you don’t tell the truth, Fu Jingchen. What exactly did you say to Zhou Luo? Did you say she was injured or that she became ugly?” Rong Yan continued.
“How could that be? I know women care about their appearance, I didn’t even mention it,” Fu Jingchen replied without thinking.
"Is she depressed? Have her come to see me tomorrow." Since it's not caused by external factors, Zhou Luo might have some mental issues.
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