As soon as Wen Shuyi finished speaking, she realized that her tone had been too forceful.
In fact, she had already realized the problems between herself and her son, but she was used to being domineering and it was difficult for her to change in a short time.
I want to say a few kind words to ease the tension, but I don't know how to start.
Hearing Su Qinghua's seemingly well-intentioned but actually divisive words, Wen Shuyi's expression hardened again.
She was prepared for another war with her son.
Unexpectedly, her son was unusually obedient and compliant, saying that she had full authority to make the decisions.
Wen Shuyi was extremely surprised and somewhat incredulous: "You really listen to your mother?"
"Otherwise what?" Fu Bai placed a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs on Wen Shuyi's plate. "Your legal team is the 'Invincible King of Beijing.' With them around, I can focus on making music without worry."
Wen Shuyi was very pleased to see that Fu Bai truly understood the significance of what she was doing.
However, after thinking about it, she added, "You can talk to Mom about any ideas you have. As long as it's good for you, Mom will agree."
Fu Bai nodded: "Then I'll need my mother to oversee things."
For a moment, the mother and son were happily together, as if the years of estrangement had never existed.
Such a scene was certainly not what Su Qinghua wanted to see, but under these circumstances, anything he said would make his intentions too obvious.
"dad."
Fu Bai's voice brought Su Qinghua back to his senses, and he subconsciously looked at Fu Bai.
Fu Bai picked up a piece of bitter melon for him and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"
"I'm fine."
Su Qinghua forced a smile.
Lost in thought, he didn't notice that Fu Bai had put bitter melon on his plate, which he disliked the most. He casually ate it and his face immediately contorted from the bitterness.
But his heart is now more bitter than this bitter gourd.
"What are you all still standing there for?" Fu Bai glared at the servants, including Su Qinghua. "Can't you see how much pain my father is in? Hurry up and help him down to rest."
Seeing Su Qinghua's pained expression and furrowed brow, the maid quickly stepped forward and said anxiously, "Sir, what's wrong? I'll help you to rest right away."
Su Qinghua wanted to refuse, but he choked on his own saliva as soon as he opened his mouth and coughed repeatedly.
The maid thought Su Qinghua was feeling even worse, so she quickly helped him up and half-carried, half-supported him toward the elevator.
Watching Su Qinghua's slightly disheveled figure, Fu Bai laughed like a child who had successfully pulled off a prank, his fox-like eyes filled with delight.
Upon seeing this, Wen Shuyi couldn't help but laugh.
But I also felt my eyes getting hot and my chest feeling sore and swollen.
Gu Jixing couldn't help but reach out and rub his graying hair, a smile creeping onto his lips.
The dinner table was much more harmonious without Su Qinghua.
The master bedroom is on the second floor.
Su Qinghua, who was helped back to rest by the maid, couldn't sit still. After the maid left, he took out his phone and made a call.
The call was answered quickly.
Su Qinghua couldn't wait to say to the person on the other end of the phone, "Xiu Ze, didn't you say you had convinced Han Xiaojin to be Jinhan's music producer? Why did he approach Su Fubai?"
"What will happen to Jinhan if Han Xiaojin and Su Fubai reach a cooperation agreement?"
Han Xiaojin is a top producer in the industry and a well-known perfectionist. He only helps produce an album once every one or two years.
If he collaborates with Su Fubai this year, Su Jinhan will have no chance.
This year is Su Jinhan's first year in the industry, and their original plan was to have Han Xiaojin produce Su Jinhan's first album so that he could make a name for himself.
This is a script that Su Qinghua and Gu Xiuzhe wrote together for Su Jinhan.
And now, it seems that Su Fubai is about to snatch the script away.
Su Qinghua was very anxious.
It's unclear what Gu Xiuzhe said, but Su Qinghua's expression visibly softened, and he finally smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Xiuzhe."
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What Su Qinghua and Gu Xiuzhe said on the phone was unknown to the others.
Downstairs, the family chatted for a while after finishing their meal. Wen Shuyi had to go back to her study because she had some official business to attend to.
Fu Bai sat on the sofa, hooked the hem of Gu Jixing's suit trousers with his foot, and raised his chin slightly: "I'll have someone take you home."
It's obvious from this that they don't plan to go back to their marital home.
Gu Jixing was not surprised.
Their bridal chamber showed no signs of being occupied, and the facilities for composing music were not as complete as those in the Su family's villa, so it was understandable that Fu Bai didn't want to go back.
I wonder if it's too late to start redecorating our wedding room now?
What the Su family villa has, their wedding home must have. What the Su family villa doesn't have, their wedding home must also have.
As long as Fu Bai is comfortable living there, she doesn't need to think about going back to her parents' house every day.
"Gu Jixing, I'm talking to you."
Seeing that Gu Jixing didn't respond, Fu Bai poked his hand, which was resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, with his finger.
Gu Jixing grasped Fu Bai's hand in return: "No need."
Fu Bai raised an eyebrow and asked him, "Can you go back by yourself?"
Gu Jixing played with Fu Bai's hand. His fingers were long and slender, with rounded fingertips and a rich, rosy color.
Finally, unable to resist any longer, he raised his pale hand to his lips and placed a passionate kiss upon it.
Gu Jixing: "I've already had Chenhe pack my luggage and send it over. I'll stay here with you."
It's okay if Fu Bai misses his mother's family.
If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll go to the mountain.
Gu Jixing intertwined his fingers with Fu Bai's, their hands clasped together. His eyes were fixed on Fu Bai as he softly asked, "Fu Bai, don't you want to?"
Before Fu Bai could answer, Gu Jixing lowered his eyelids. Although his tone of voice hadn't changed, it inexplicably revealed a pitiful air.
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