Rong Bing has indeed figured it out.
Dudu's father is disabled and bedridden, unable to move on his own. Just now, he was cursing at Dudu's mother, complaining that she was too slow in pouring tea and that she didn't put in enough tea leaves.
This is what you call a couple? This is what a man is like? If your partner is like this, you might as well stay single.
At that moment, Rong Bing thought of Fu Jingchen, who might one day become like Dudu's father, bossing Zhou Luo around in all sorts of ways.
Rong Bing took a deep breath: "Sister, I really understand now. Those stories in the news actually exist in reality, and they're even more serious than what's in the news."
Rong Yan parked her car on the side of the road and chatted with Rong Bing for a while.
This was the first time she spoke to Rong Bing about the years she had been away from Fu Jingsheng.
"Bingbing, one sentence from my mom last night ruined your mood for work today. It shows how much negative impact Fu Jingchen has had on you." Rongyan was ready to have a heart-to-heart talk with Rongbing.
"Yes, I also feel that I am very useless. Why is it that he doesn't care about me at all, but I care so much when I hear about him?" Rong Bing hated herself for being so incompetent.
"The hardest time after a breakup is the first seven days. After getting through those seven days, you'll gradually calm down. But you didn't calm down at all. Do you know why?"
"Because I couldn't get through the first seven days." Rong Bing told herself every time that she must never look for Fu Jingchen again, but at most three or four days later, she couldn't control herself and would go to him again, and then be stimulated again, and the cycle would repeat itself.
"So you knew that everyone is heartbroken after a breakup, but there are so many entanglements. Back then, when Fu Jingsheng kicked me out, I didn't say a word and didn't even take my luggage." Rong Yan still admires her own courage.
“I almost forgot, sister, after you left the Fu family, did you really not contact Fu Jingsheng again? Did you not ask anyone about him?” Rong Bing asked.
"Honestly, I was trying to avoid him as much as possible. The first few days were the hardest. Being kicked out of the house, being misunderstood and kicked out, I felt so frustrated. He was the man I had always wanted to marry, but in the end, he couldn't compare to someone else's words. I was kicked out after only a month of marriage and became the laughing stock of the whole city." Rong Yan recalled it now with a calm and detached attitude.
"To be honest, I can't remember how helpless I felt at the time, but I have a picture in my mind of the old lady, Fu Jingsheng, and Fu Jingchen surrounding me and blaming me." At that time, Rong Yan thought she would hate these people for the rest of her life.
But as time went by, she found that she could no longer hate him.
"Do you still hate them?" Rong Bing asked cautiously.
Rong Yan shook her head with a smile: "I would be crazy to waste my emotions hating them. Besides, I really can't remember how I felt back then."
"Rong Bing, let yourself go. When you stop paying attention to him and stop asking about him, you'll slowly forget him. Your feelings for Fu Jingchen definitely won't last as long as my feelings for Fu Jingsheng, right?" Rong Yan felt that she was the best example.
“Even after I gave birth to his child, I would rather the child not have a father than think about finding him. If he hadn’t found out that I had two daughters, I probably would never have told him.” At that time, Rong Yan was determined to never have anything to do with Fu Jingsheng again.
“But sometimes fate is like that; things you don’t force often come to pass.” Rong Yan hinted to Rong Bing to let things take their natural course.
"Sister, how do you get through the time when you really want to contact them?" Rong Bing asked.
"Chatting with friends, going shopping, watching movies, or even traveling can distract you. You can look at mountains and rivers, and all things in the world. Aren't they all more attractive than men?" Rong Yan recalled. "After I left the Fu family, I went abroad very quickly. First of all, the distance wouldn't allow me to run up to him from time to time. Actually, contacting him was only a matter of a few moments."
"Yes, I couldn't control myself several times. After making a scene at his place, I regretted it as soon as I came back. I asked myself why I went there. Besides making myself more upset, I didn't get any benefit." Rong Bing had already realized this.
“Go on a trip. The north is beautiful this time of year. Go with some friends, eat and drink, and you’ll forget a lot of things. No one in this world can truly save you; only you can save yourself,” Rong Yan suggested. “I’ll give you a few days off.”
"Let me think about it." Rong Bing fell into deep thought.
Back at the coffee shop.
Rong Bing's complexion looked better.
Unlike her lifeless demeanor when she arrived at the store in the afternoon, she now had a slight smile on her face and took the initiative to greet Ye Jianming.
"Ye Jianming, I want to eat steak and buckwheat noodles." Rong Yan was hungry.
"Okay, should we ask Old Fu? He went to the stationery store to buy something and hasn't come back yet." Ye Jianming noticed that night had already fallen.
"I'll call him." Rong Yan went outside.
Fu Jingsheng was afraid that Rong Yan wouldn't be there when he returned to the store, and that he would argue with Ye Jianming again, so he simply wandered around outside, waiting for Rong Yan to call him.
"Wife." Seeing the name on the caller ID, Fu Jingsheng answered the phone excitedly.
"I'm at the coffee shop, where are you?"
“It’s on its way, it’ll be there in ten minutes.” Fu Jingsheng, who was sitting on a bench by the roadside, immediately stood up.
"Hmm, what do you want to eat? I ordered buckwheat noodles," Rong Yan asked.
"Should we eat at Ye Jianming's place? Honey, I want hot pot. Let's go out to eat. I just want something sour and spicy today, just the two of us." Fu Jingsheng quickly added, afraid that Rong Yan would invite Ye Jianming and the others.
"Then I'll quickly tell Ye Jianming to stop." Rong Yan hung up the phone and went to the kitchen.
"Hot pot? You and Fu Jingsheng, aren't you taking me?" Ye Jianming asked, taking off his apron.
"I'll take you next time. Fu Jingsheng and I haven't had a meal alone together in a long time."
"I knew you valued your friends and family more than anything else. Don't come here to eat next time you can't find anything else to eat," Ye Jianming said, pretending to be angry.
"Hey, still angry? Smile, it'll be your turn tomorrow."
"Hehehe." Ye Jianming grinned, forcing a smile.
"Stop laughing, it looks worse than crying. You eat with Rong Bing, I'm leaving first." Rong Yan picked up her bag and left.
Rong Bing shut down her computer: "Ye Jianming, I'm off work. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," Ye Jianming said mechanically.
Fu Jingsheng found a hot pot restaurant that wasn't crowded.
Even though there were only two of them, they still booked a private room.
Knowing that his wife had gone to Qingyao Village, Fu Jingsheng asked Dou Dou about their situation.
Rong Yan said it should remain the same, and they refused to move to the city center.
“Rong Yan, it’s the right thing for them to stay there. There are fewer people and cars. If they go to the city, there will be more people and they might get lost,” Fu Jingsheng said.
“That’s true.” Rong Yan hugged her husband’s waist. “Why do we want to eat hot pot with a sour and spicy flavor?”
"Eating hot pot isn't the point; the point is eating with you. If I don't tell you what I want to eat, you'll definitely just have a light meal at a coffee shop."
"That's impressive, Fu Jingsheng." Rong Yan said admiringly, "You and Ye Jianming are both so immature, can't you be a little more considerate?"
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