Rong Yan whimpered.
Tilting your head back, the scenery in front of you becomes even more striking.
Fu Jingsheng pulled Rong Yan into a ball and they lay down on the sofa.
The woman's back was sweating profusely; she had come countless times.
When I woke up in the morning, the clothes on the floor were in pieces.
"Disposable?" Rong Yan asked.
"Yeah, ten yuan a piece." Fu Jingsheng said, resting his head on his hand. "But there's no need to buy better quality ones. I'm strong, and with us being so vigorous, we'll still tear the clothes."
Rong Yan: ……
"Alright, get up and clean." She nudged Fu Jingsheng.
Despite his aching back and sore waist, the defiant man pretended nothing was wrong: "Okay, I'm not tired at all, I'll clean up."
Xingda's driver came over in the morning and took Shen Xingzhi to the clinic. Rong Yan made an excuse that she had a sore throat and would go to work later.
Fu Jingsheng did not rest over the weekend; he had already taken leave the day before and rested at home for half a day.
The two of them thought they would sleep until at least 10 o'clock today because they had exhausted so much energy last night, but they woke up just after 8 o'clock. Rong Yan wanted to go back to sleep, but her mind was too excited, so she had to get up and browse the news for a while.
At Yu Wenhao's home.
Although Mrs. Yu had been angry for a long time, she was, after all, facing her own son. Even though she was unwilling, she still got up early to prepare breakfast.
Unexpectedly, Yu Wenhao didn't appreciate it at all. He got up at seven o'clock, said he didn't have time to eat breakfast, grabbed a steamed bun, and rushed to the company.
All those different kinds of breakfasts that Mrs. Yu prepared were wasted.
It wasn't until the door slammed shut that Yu's mother realized what was happening; "Wenhao, take the porridge with you."
By the time he finished speaking, Yu Wenhao had already gotten off the elevator.
Mrs. Yu sat down sullenly, looking at the carefully prepared breakfast and muttering to herself, "They're all so busy. I got up early to make breakfast, and all they took was a steamed bun."
She called Yu's father to complain that her son didn't eat breakfast properly while she was there, and he didn't even have time to eat the breakfast she had prepared. She could only imagine what he was like when she wasn't around, no wonder Yu Wenhao was getting thinner and thinner.
Mr. Yu told her to come back, but she went for a day. He received over a dozen complaints, and he couldn't take it anymore.
But Yu's mother insisted that she must correct her son's bad habits this time.
Yu Wenhao took the afternoon off. He was going to send his mother out of Tiancheng and then move to another house whose address his mother didn't know for a while.
When Fu Jingsheng returned to the company in the afternoon and heard Yu Wenhao's reason for requesting leave, he approved it without hesitation.
It's good that Yu Wenhao has taken care of things; he and Rong Yan can finally have some peace and quiet.
When Yu Wenhao returned home, he found that his mother had already started preparing dinner.
"Mom, don't cook." He stood by the induction cooker, separating himself from his mother. "I've already bought your tickets."
What ticket?
"A ticket home." Yu Wenhao's words couldn't be clearer. "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. What are you doing here all by yourself?"
He and Shen Xingzhi used the same reason.
Mrs. Yu threw down the celery she was holding: "You're away on a business trip, can't I stay here alone?"
“It must be so boring for you to stay here, and I’m worried about you. Go back home. Xingzhi and I are often not home.” Yu Wenhao’s attitude was quite good at first.
But the mother was very agitated.
Yu Wenhao insisted that she leave.
Yu's mother angrily packed her things, took the train ticket, but insisted that Yu Wenhao not see her off. She went to the station by herself, wanting to sever ties with Yu Wenhao.
Yu Wenhao didn't dare let Shen Xingzhi come back to stay that night, fearing that his mother was still in Tiancheng. It wasn't until the next day when his father called to say that his mother had arrived home that he told Yu's father to block his son's number.
He told his father what had happened, and Mr. Yu sighed and said that if his wife went to Tiancheng again, he would definitely stop her. If he couldn't stop her, he would call his son immediately to prevent Mrs. Yu from going there and causing trouble.
Fortunately, his father was on his side.
Yu Wenhao changed his mind about moving.
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Han Yue is also in dire straits.
The older generation is making a fuss over Shen Xingzhi's side, while the younger generation is making a fuss over Han Yue's side.
After being blocked, Deng Wei became even more worried that his father would add Han Yue's name to the old property certificate, so he changed his number and called his father.
Upon seeing that the call was coming from overseas, Old Deng knew it must be his son calling, and immediately hung up.
Deng Wei decided to go back to Tiancheng to have his father write a will stipulating that all the houses under his father's name must be left to him.
Old Deng never expected his son to come back specifically for this matter.
After arriving in Tiancheng, Deng Wei borrowed a passerby's phone to call his father. His father answered, and Deng Wei told him that he would wait at home.
Old Deng took two class periods off to rush back.
When Han Yue learned that Deng Wei had returned, she insisted on meeting her "son" with Old Deng.
Deng Wei returned alone.
The long flight had left him yawning constantly. To avoid looking too tired, he applied some foundation and drank a strong cup of coffee.
The key he had couldn't open the door to the old house, so he asked his father to come back.
Deng Wei was surprised that Han Yue had come along.
Upon seeing Deng Wei, Han Yue smiled politely.
Old Deng asked directly, "Why are you back?"
“It’s my home, I can come back anytime.” Deng Wei’s tone was unfriendly.
Old Deng opened the door. The house, which hadn't been lived in for several months, was covered in dust. As soon as the door opened, a gust of wind came in, and the dust flew up.
Deng Wei handed the house to his father, saying, "Dad, can't we rent it out if we're not living here? Renting it out means we can get rent and someone will clean it. I have a friend who works in real estate; I'll have him list it."
"It's an old house, and many things are worn out. If I rent it out, it'll break down here and there every now and then, and I don't have time to deal with it." Old Deng is afraid of trouble, and he can't rent out this house for much money.
“You have nothing to do anyway,” Deng Wei blurted out.
"I'm very busy." Old Deng didn't want to argue with his son in front of Han Yue, so he suppressed his emotions and said.
"It's all dusty here, how about we go out and get you a room?" Han Yue said kindly.
"Just wipe the dust off, I'll do it." Deng Wei came back for the house, so why would he stay in a hotel?
"Let him be." Old Deng led Han Yue out. "Then you can take your time wiping. We're going to work now. We'll have dinner together after get off work."
"What kind of work are you doing? Aren't you all working together?" Deng Wei looked at the room. Even if it wasn't big, it would be tiring for one person to clean it.
"The organization is very busy, you have to scan it yourself." Old Deng had already guessed what Deng Wei was coming back for.
"Wait, Dad, I think we can clean it later. Let's find a place downstairs to talk. There are some more important things to do." In front of Han Yue, Deng Wei asked his father to transfer the house to his name.
Han Yue didn't even want this dilapidated house, but Deng Wei actually thought she would try to steal it. Han Yue sneered, "I wouldn't want it even if you gave it all to me."
"Dad, did you hear me? Give it to me, I want it."
"I'm not dead yet," Old Deng said sternly.
"We should sign the agreement first, just in case he's not dead, to avoid any future disputes." As soon as Deng Wei said this, Old Deng raised his fist to punch him.
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