Recalling the past, Fu Jingsheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, as he owed Rong Yan far too much.
Fu Yunlei and his classmates came back from school around 3 p.m.
The four children checked several times before daring to enter the room.
Fu Jingsheng bought little formal dresses for the children and, upon their return, had them all change into them.
"Dad, what's going on today?" Fu Yunlei had no idea about Valentine's Day.
"Valentine's Day is a holiday for good friends. Aren't my mom and I good friends? I'll give her a surprise," Fu Jingsheng said after thinking for a moment.
"It's just a holiday for boyfriends and girlfriends," Rong Shiyu said casually, putting down her schoolbag. "Some guys in our class already have wives."
Fu Jingsheng: "What? Rong Shiyu, you know so much. I'm warning you, you're not allowed to hold hands with young boys without my permission."
"Don't worry, I look down on them. They're not even as tall as me, and they're really stupid." Rong Shiyu shrugged.
Fu Jingsheng breathed a sigh of relief; he mustn't let his carefully nurtured little cabbage be eaten by a pig.
“Rong Shimo, you’re the same.” He then instructed his youngest daughter.
Rong Shimo jumped and sat on the stone bench: "I'm the same as my sister."
"Dad, what about us?" Fu Yunting blinked, letting his brother translate for their father.
"You two? Just don't steal other people's cabbages," Han Yue replied.
"What does that mean?"
"What I mean is, you two just shouldn't hold that young girl's hand," Han Yue said. "You're still young, don't discuss these things. Fu Jingsheng, see if we need anything? Get it done quickly."
Han Yue hadn't been this tired in a long time.
In an effort to help her son win back his wife, she went to the market with him a few days ago to select flowers.
Today I personally participated in the decorations again, and my hands were pricked by the thorns of the roses.
But seeing the results before me, it was all worth it.
"The ring." Fu Jingsheng forgot the most important thing.
I forgot to pick up the custom-made engagement ring.
Rongyan will be home in two hours.
The man immediately drove to the century-old jewelry design studio.
The five-carat gemstone comes from South Africa, and the ring setting is engraved with two letters representing him and Rong Yan.
In Rong Yan's dressing room, there is a jewelry section, which collects all kinds of jewelry, including many exquisite pieces.
But Fu Jingsheng noticed that there was no ring.
Rong Yan never buys rings. To her, a ring represents love and symbolizes a promise. A promise is one person's promise to another, not one's own promise to oneself.
When she and Fu Jingsheng decided to get married, she spent a long time looking at DR stores. She knew that Fu Jingsheng wouldn't even give her an ordinary ring, let alone a DR ring that could only be tied to one person for life.
Today is both Valentine's Day and the day Fu Jingsheng proposed.
He never formally proposed to Rong Yan.
The children sat in the yard, chatting frivolously about whether their father would succeed.
Han Yue was scrolling through her phone when she received another message from Zhao Wenbai.
Surprisingly, the man in his fifties knew it was Valentine's Day, and he sent several red envelopes to Han Yue.
Han Yue didn't open it, but instead replied
[At my age, what's so special about celebrating a Western holiday?]
Zhao Wenbai had just landed in Tiancheng and immediately sent a message to Han Yue at the airport.
[Xiaoyue, who says that as long as you don't have a youthful mindset, you're not old? I just arrived in Tiancheng, and that friend from last time asked to see me tomorrow.]
Han Yue was surprised that Zhao Wenbai had returned to China.
"Want to have dinner together tonight?" Zhao Wenbai asked.
Han Yue filmed a video in the yard: "My son prepared a surprise for his wife and is waiting for her to get off work so they can have dinner together. I'm afraid I can't be with you today."
[They look great. Young people are so passionate. If you don't mind, can I come and take a look? I won't go inside.] Zhao Wenbai had heard Han Yue mention his son and daughter-in-law several times.
He was quite interested in Han Yue's family.
Han Yue hesitated for a moment before declining, "It's better not to. Coming suddenly might scare the children. We can talk about it tomorrow."
[Go] Zhao Wenbai responded.
He clicked on the video and watched it again and again; the copper fence in the courtyard seemed to bear the name of the residential complex.
"Yushui Bay?" Zhao Wenbai searched and found that there was indeed such a community, and the houses were the same style as those in the video.
It's easy to find a house full of roses in the neighborhood.
He had originally planned to surprise Han Yue that night. If he could find where Han Yue was and bring her a gift, wouldn't Han Yue be very happy?
Zhao Wenbo, carrying his suitcase, took a taxi straight to Yushui Bay.
After receiving the ring, Fu Jingsheng hid it inside the bouquet of flowers used in the proposal.
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At Songshan Clinic, near the end of the workday, Shen Xingzhi found Rong Yan.
"Didn't Fu Jingsheng say anything?" she asked.
Rong Yan waited all day but didn't receive a single message, not even a red envelope, let alone a gift.
"What's there to say? It's not our holiday." Rong Yan appeared indifferent, but was quite disappointed inside.
"What do you mean it's not your holiday? You spend so much money, don't you even give him a holiday to show your appreciation? You're making it all feel so special, like hiring a puppy." Shen Xingzhi couldn't stand it anymore.
"If Fu Jingsheng doesn't express his opinion today, I will oppose your reconciliation. Isn't this just getting what you want and then starting to slack off again?"
Rong Yan defended Fu Jingsheng: "I didn't mention it. Men aren't sensitive to holidays, and he's quite busy. He left before dawn, even earlier than me."
"Too busy to send a red envelope? You believe that?" Shen Xingzhi poked Rong Yan's head.
"But the day isn't over yet, maybe there will be a surprise tonight. Hurry up and go home to see your family."
On her way home, Rong Yan kept mentally manipulating herself, telling herself that she couldn't get angry if Fu Jingsheng didn't say anything that night.
They didn't officially reconcile; they were just bed partners.
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