Rong Yan fell asleep on the way.
The woman was completely unaware when the car stopped.
Fu Jingsheng unbuckled his seatbelt, looked at his wife whose breathing was steady, and gently lifted her bangs with his fingertips.
Rong Yan shook her head with her eyes closed and continued sleeping.
She was exhausted after a long day.
Fu Jingsheng went around to the passenger seat, bent down and carried his wife out of the car.
Rong Yan woke up, probably feeling uncomfortable with her head tilted back.
The garage lights were dim, making Fu Jingsheng's face appear blurry.
But Rong Yan recognized the man's scent. She raised her hands, which had been hanging by her sides, and hugged him tightly: "Are we home yet?"
"Okay, don't move, I'll carry you upstairs."
Rong Yan stayed obediently in Fu Jingsheng's arms.
Lanshan Garden is very quiet at night.
When they arrived at the door, Fu Jingsheng put his wife down and used her fingerprint to open the door.
The room was dark, and he assumed that Xiao Ke had already put the children to sleep.
Fu Jingsheng pressed the ambient light on the shoe cabinet and pinned Rong Yan against the door again.
The man's lips touched the woman's forehead, and before two seconds had passed, the crystal chandelier in the center of the living room suddenly turned on.
The children jumped out from behind the sofa: "Brother, cover your eyes and don't look!" Rong Shiyu, who was standing at the front, shouted.
Rong Yan was startled and slammed the back of her head against the door with a thud.
Fu Jingsheng also took a step back, turned around and saw the neatly arranged children. He smiled awkwardly.
"Why are you hiding there?" Rong Yan asked sharply after a pause.
"Mom, we want to give you a surprise." Rong Shiyu took the lead and took out a gift from behind her back.
The four children each held a lily, a rose, baby's breath, a sunflower, and...
These flowers were taken from bouquets that others had given to their grandmother; they took more than a dozen bunches.
“Mom, you got flowers today too! You’ve worked so hard,” Rong Shimo continued.
Rongyan, who was initially angry at the children for playing a prank, was melted by their actions.
Fu Yunlei came around from behind: "Mom, my younger brother and sister and I each took two flowers from each bouquet. Grandma can't tell, but they look pretty good together, right?"
Rong Yan opened her arms and hugged the children in front of her.
Fu Jingsheng then feigned jealousy: "Didn't Dad have one?"
At this moment, Fu Yunting picked up a bunch of grass from the ground, grass that was clearly meant to be used with a bouquet.
“Dad has some too, this is for you.” Fu Yunting handed the grass to Fu Jingsheng.
Fu Jingsheng took the bouquet with disdain, placed it next to the bouquet the children had given Rong Yan, and compared it, saying, "The difference is too big."
"Dad is a boy, and boys don't like flowers. When Xiaoting grows up, I'll buy Dad a Porsche," the little boy said earnestly.
"That's more like it." Fu Jingsheng smiled.
Now that the flowers are delivered, it's time to get down to business.
Fu Yunlei fidgeted with his small hands, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.
Rong Yan could tell at a glance that the child had something on his mind, so she squatted down and asked, "Tell me, did you give me flowers because you want something from me?"
"Mom, we're not giving you flowers to ask you to do anything, you know. It's just that I happen to have something for you to do today," Rong Shimo explained. She couldn't let her mother think that they had ulterior motives for giving her the flowers.
Fu Jingsheng suddenly realized that the flowers no longer smelled good; it turned out the children wanted something from him.
"You've caused trouble? Do I have to clean up the mess?" Rong Yan's first thought was that her child had gotten into a fight with someone.
All four of them shook their heads.
"What is that?" You can't expect to take an exam to get into kindergarten, can you?
"Mom," Rong Shimo called out again, but still didn't say anything.
Rong Yan became anxious: "What is it? Tell me quickly, or I won't listen!"
Rong Shimo held her mother's hand and said, "My beautiful and lovely mother."
"What the hell?" Rong Yan panicked.
"My mom is the most beautiful person in the world. Mom, if you're beautiful, you should show it to others!" Fu Yunlei and his sister sang in unison.
Rong Yan's smile faded: "I'll give you ten more seconds. If you don't say I'm leaving, the countdown begins: ten, nine..."
“Mom, next Friday is the school’s 20th anniversary celebration. I signed you up for a solo dance… and… and a speech by a parent representative.” Fu Yunlei said with his eyes closed.
Rong Yan pretended to pinch her philtrum: "What? A solo dance? A speech by a parent representative? At the anniversary celebration?"
“Yes, yes! All the children and parents participated together. On that day, your classmates, their parents, and our teachers will all be watching your performance. The four of us worked together to get this opportunity,” Fu Yunting explained.
Rong Yan made a face as if she were about to vomit blood. Solo dance? Seriously? With her terrible coordination, she can't even run properly without moving her arms and legs together, let alone dance. Who gave the children the courage to think she could dance solo?
There's also a parent representative speaking, but only parents who are good at raising children are qualified to do so. What qualifications does she, a mother who just took over her son, have to represent him?
Isn't this all something she's not good at?
"A solo dance is good. Mom has a great figure and is beautiful. It's perfect for everyone to see." Fu Jingsheng was speaking from a position of privilege, or rather, he was kicking someone when they were down.
Rong Yan glared at her husband: "Are you making a scene with the kids? Fu Yunlei, go to school tomorrow and tell the teacher I'm not jumping."
"No, the name has already been submitted. The principal knows about it; it was submitted the day before yesterday."
"They reported it the day before yesterday and are telling me today? Didn't the teacher ask if the parents agreed?"
“I told my mom she would definitely agree, no need to call. Mom, you should start practicing now. We’ll be at school next Friday at 1 p.m. The teacher will have everyone take their invitations home tomorrow.”
"I don't want to! I want to tell the teacher that my leg is injured and I can't jump!" Rong Yan continued to struggle.
"Mom, didn't you teach us that we should try everything? How do we know we can't do something if we haven't even tried? Pretending to be sick is even worse. Will we say we're sick when we don't want to go to school in the future...?"
"That's right. Adults need to set a good example, and... we always tell the kids how amazing their mothers are, and they all want to meet their mothers. We can't let them down when it matters."
"If you want to see me, I can just go and be an audience member. Why would I dance?" Rong Yan seemed to be surrounded by tens of thousands of little question marks.
"Rong Yan, I think this is a chance to prove yourself. Go ahead, you're so smart, you have a week, you'll definitely learn a dance, and I'll present you with flowers then." Fu Jingsheng was always eager to stir things up.
“Dad, don’t give me flowers. I’ve signed you up for a group belly dance class. Ten dads will dance together. Grape’s dad is the captain. Grape said her dad will create a group chat and add you all to it.”
"Huh?" Fu Jingsheng's face turned green. "What the hell? Belly dancing? Me?"
"Yes, wearing flashy clothes and doing belly dancing."
"A shimmering dress?" Fu Jingsheng imagined for a moment. Aren't belly dancers all women? Does he have to dress up as a woman?
"Hahahaha!" Rong Yan laughed so hard she almost fell over. "No one escapes the judgment of Heaven, Fu Jingsheng, jump! You have such a great figure, it would be a shame if you didn't. I agree."
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