Silence.
There was only an inexplicable silence in the dining room, with only the slight clinking of dishes and chopsticks indicating that there were still people inside.
Ever since Qingqing finished her parenting discussion with Yuyu and started to eat seriously, everyone had inexplicably fallen into this strange silence.
No one took the initiative to speak, and no one spoke. It was as if they were performing a pantomime, the theme of which was eating.
Qingqing was very accustomed to this kind of silence.
For who knows how many years in the past, she was the only one at home, and it was inevitable that the environment would be quiet when eating alone.
She was not a psychopath, she would not talk to herself while eating, and she did not have the habit of watching a play while eating.
Even the domestic servants would not disturb their employers when they were eating.
But just because she could adapt, it didn't mean that others could adapt well.
The first one who couldn't hold back was Fu Sixen.
After glancing at his mother for the 48th time and seeing her unmoved face, Fu Sixen patiently and completely declared the end.
"Mom~" he dragged out the sound, deliberately pulling out a coquettish trill.
This move might be a bit disgusting for others to do, but Fu Sixen has a good face when he sleeps, and he is her own son?
Qingqing stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat for him: "Eat more, you look so thin, haven't you eaten well outside recently?"
Xiao Qingqing had already chosen to forgive the original incident, and she had no right to blame her for anything. It
's just that her memory came back too quickly, and she also needs some time to accept it.
Knowing that her mother's anger had subsided, Fu Sishen immediately took advantage of the situation and kept chattering with a playful smile, which made Qingqing's tight cold face break.
"Can't you be quiet when eating?"
Qingqing chose to surrender, because she couldn't get enough of this noisy child.
It's really strange, neither she nor Fu Heng have lively personalities, how could they give birth to such a noisy son?
Qingqing selectively ignored her own bear appearance when she was a child.
Little Qingqing was even more bearish than Fu Sishen.
"Mom, I have nothing to do in the afternoon. Do you want to go out shopping? I'll go with you." Fu Sishen looked at Qingqing ingratiatingly.
He was not as smart as his father and brother, who could see through the secret that his mother tried so hard to hide at the first sight, but he had an intuition comparable to that of a beast.
His intuition told him that his mother was in a bad mood, so he would try to make her happy.
How to make a woman happy?
This is simple, accompany her out to eat, go shopping, and buy. With him, an extremely handsome human payment machine, I believe no woman would be unhappy.
Qingqing subconsciously wanted to refuse. It would be better for her to lie in bed and sort out her messy thoughts than to go out.
But noticing the staring eyes beside her, she changed her mind.
It would be good to go out for a walk, at least she could stay away from him temporarily.
"Okay, after dinner, wait for me to get ready before you go out."
Qingqing said, "I'll buy some baby supplies. Some things need to be prepared in advance, so I don't have to scramble when the time comes."
It goes without saying who these things are for.
Yu Yu smiled shyly, and Fu Sijin thanked her generously, "Thank you, Mom."
Since his mother didn't want to make things unpleasant for everyone, he had to be filial and pretend not to know.
However, some actions should be accelerated.
In order to go out, Qingqing prepared to dress up.
She was changing clothes in the dressing room, and the tightly closed door behind her suddenly opened.
With a cry of surprise, she subconsciously covered her body.
There was only one door to her dressing room, and this door was set in the bedroom of the two of them. The children would not enter their bedroom at will, so the only person who could enter was that one person.
"It's me." Fu Heng did not avoid, and looked directly at his wife whose clothes were in disarray: "I just came in to find a tie."
As he said this, he naturally passed by Qingqing and went to the inner closet to find her tie.
The couple's dressing room was originally shared.
But as the saying goes, there is always a piece of clothing missing in a woman's closet.
Over the years, Qingqing has had more and more clothes, gradually squeezing Fu Heng's clothes into the corner. She actually looks a little pitiful?
With a light cough, Qingqing, who rarely felt embarrassed, said in defense: "I'll ask someone to prepare another cloakroom for you later."
This one has been completely occupied by her, and she will not give it up.
Anyway, there are many rooms in the house, just find one for him to modify.
"No need." Fu Heng said: "I have enough space."
He has a simple style of dressing, and he changes clothes over and over again. There is no need to move them around.
Besides, Fu Heng doesn't like his clothes being moved out of here.
He feels abandoned as if his wife has excluded him from her life circle.
"It's up to you."
Qingqing just occasionally feels guilty, and since the other party doesn't appreciate it, it's fine.
She quickly changed her clothes and was about to go out when Fu Heng called her: "Where is my blue and white striped tie?"
"You have so many blue and white striped ties,
which one are you talking about?" Qingqing asked. "
The one you gave me for my birthday two years ago."
"It's in the third compartment on the left of the second row of the drawer." Qingqing answered without thinking anything was wrong.
"Thank you." After finding the tie according to the instructions, Fu Heng did not rush to put it on. Instead, he walked to Qingqing with the tie and handed it to her: "Help me."
"Don't you have hands?"
Qingqing was dissatisfied, but she had already taken the tie with her hands and tiptoed to put it on for Fu Heng.
"Look down, I can't reach you, why are you so tall for no reason?"
She was so angry that she couldn't help but mutter.
"I am tall so you can see far." Fu Heng answered seriously.
Qingqing didn't understand at first, but when she came to her senses, her face turned red like a tomato.
In a vengeful mood, she pulled hard with her hand and almost strangled her husband to death with the tie.
"You're making trouble again." Fu Heng's back was tense with discomfort, but there was no anger on his face. He just rubbed his wife's furry head lovingly and helplessly.
"I'm leaving, Xiao Shen is waiting for me."
Qingqing didn't want to stay in the same room with Fu Heng anymore, so she took her handbag and went out.
In order to bring back the things her mother had bought, Fu Sixhen chose a larger off-road vehicle.
The mother and son came to the largest shopping mall in the city.
As soon as she entered the door, Qingqing's aura changed.
She was like a female warrior about to go to the battlefield, fully armed, just to meet the next battle.
It was really a battle.
It was terrifying when a woman started to buy, especially when she didn't waste time bargaining. She just bought whatever she liked. The salespeople who passed by were grinning from ear to ear, which showed how crazy Qingqing was.
Rather than buying things, it was better to say that she was venting.
In fact, Qingqing herself didn't know what she was venting.
Was she feeling unfair for herself because of the grievances she had suffered in the past? But did she dare to say that she was completely right?
And her reason clearly told her that Fu Heng and his sons didn't know about the car accident that year. If they knew, if they knew...
would they come back?
Qingqing stopped in a daze.
She was horrified to find that what she feared more than direct physical or verbal harm was the loss of trust among the family.
Imagine if the person who got in the car accident was anyone close to her, and when they called her dying to tell her about it, she would not believe it at all, and would suspect that they were playing a prank, and even ridicule and mock them.
How is she different from a demon? She
was frightened by her own conjecture.
Qingqing felt a fine chill rising from her spine, stimulating the hairs on her body to stand up, and the hair on her head was about to explode.
"Huh? Isn't this Mrs. Gu?"
A figure walking quickly broke Qingqing's imagination.
She turned her head in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in an elegant dress walking towards her.
A timid man followed her and was carrying her shopping bags. She
recalled the identity of the visitor and immediately found out who she was: "Mrs. Zhang."
The wife of a local real estate tycoon, she and Qingqing were in the same circle of noble ladies.
"Long time no see, Mrs. Gu. I heard that you were in a bad mood recently and have been traveling for half a year?"
Mrs. Zhang started to ask about Qingqing's gossip as soon as she walked in.
Qingqing calmly retorted: "Well, it's not that I'm in a bad mood, I just want to go out and play. After all, the children at home are so well-behaved, there's nothing for me to worry about."
Her words really offended others. Everyone knew that Mrs. Zhang had a son and a daughter, but each one was more dissolute than the other. They couldn't even get into college and could only rely on the family's money.
They were two prodigals.
In contrast, Qingqing's two sons were the elites of the wealthy family. Not only were they academically excellent, but they were also very strong-willed. They didn't rely on the family's capital and went out to start their own businesses.
Now the market value of Fu's Entertainment has increased several times. After Fu Sijin gradually took over the Fu's Group, they were merged into the group, which was equivalent to adding a large amount of assets to the family.
It can be said that Gu Qingqing relied on this point to attract the envy and hatred of many people in the circle of noble ladies.
People did not envy her husband for being the chairman of Fu Group, because Fu Heng's previous scandals were so numerous that there was nothing to envy.
But they were jealous of Gu Qingqing's two outstanding sons. If anyone could have one, they would be happy to death. She actually got both. How could people not hate her?
Moreover, sons are not like husbands. A husband is a stranger after divorce, but a son is always his own son. The blood relationship is there.
Mrs. Zhang's face changed several colors, and her eyes scanned Qingqing's empty body back and forth, and suddenly she regained a little confidence.
"Mrs. Gu, why are you out shopping alone? Is there no one to accompany you? If you don't have anyone to accompany you, you should have told me earlier. I can introduce you to some knowledgeable and interesting kids. I guarantee that they are sweet-mouthed and handsome, and can make you happy."
As she said this, she pulled the man behind her and
showed him to Qingqing.
Qingqing only then noticed the man's appearance. He was in his twenties, gentle and handsome. Although he was timid, he was wearing all famous brands and his temperament was not bad.
If he could stay away from this old woman, people might think she was a rich second-generation.
"She looks good." Qingqing raised her head slightly and told the truth.
She was just commenting simply and had no other intentions. The two people opposite seemed to have received some signal and suddenly became wretched.
Mrs. Zhang smiled meaningfully at Qingqing, and kept saying, "If Mrs. Gu likes me, I'll introduce you to a few more."
The boy's eyes lit up, and behind Mrs. Zhang's back, his eyes kept falling on Qingqing's curvy figure and well-maintained beautiful face.
It was not a very presumptuous look, and it would not make people feel unhappy. There was even a kind of attraction, which seemed to be leading Qingqing to look over.
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