Night falls at the Fu family residence.
As soon as Song Qingyou entered the door, she heard laughter coming from the front hall. When the group of people around the dining table saw her, their smiles immediately disappeared, as if her appearance at such a time of family reunion was a bad omen.
Song Qingyou was already used to this, but she was a little surprised to see Fu Tingshen's weak and helpless white moonlight, Lin Niaoniao, at the dinner table.
The Fu family elders have always valued social standing. Even if they didn't like Song Qingyou, she was still a member of the Song family. Lin Niaoniao, on the other hand, came from an ordinary background and had no family connections. Not only her in-laws, but even Fu Tingshen only kept her outside the family and occasionally brought her back to show off. He would never openly bring her to the main hall for a meal.
Song Qingyou had a vague feeling that something was going on, but she remained calm on the surface: "Dad, Mom, Ting Shen, I'm back."
Fu Tingshen looked even more dashing in his suit, his face cold: "Don't be Fu Wenzhou's aunt anymore, just be his mother."
The room was very warm. Song Qingyou took off her shawl, revealing her slender, fair arms. When she bent down to change her shoes, her curves were on full display.
She didn't react to her husband's constant mockery over the past three years: "Xiaozhou is allergic to alcohol. The waiter called you guys but no one answered, so they called me. After all, I'm her aunt, I can't just ignore it."
The Fu family has many industries. The old man had two sons. Fu Wenzhou's parents died early, and the old man felt guilty towards this great-grandson, always feeling that he owed him something. So before he died, he divided almost all of his assets to Fu Wenzhou.
However, Fu Tingshen's family can only manage some entertainment venues. Nowadays, the real power of the Fu family is almost entirely in Fu Wenzhou's hands. That's why Fu Tingshen's family hates Fu Wenzhou so much now and wishes their nephew would die soon so that they can inherit the estate in order of succession.
This is why Fu Wenzhou was able to use this excuse to meet Song Qingyou in a seemingly legitimate way, because the Fu family would definitely not answer his calls.
Qin You said insincerely, "Ting Shen said you wouldn't be back tonight, so I didn't ask Aunt Zhang to cook for you. I don't know if you've eaten yet."
Perhaps it was from being exposed to the wind all night, the aftereffects were starting to kick in. Song Qingyou covered her lips and coughed, her cheeks flushed red: "I'm not...cough...not hungry. Mom and Dad, you eat. I'll go back to my room first."
Fu Tingshen was most annoyed by her sickly appearance, panting with every step. He said coldly, "You can't stand the wind and you still want to go out. You're just asking for trouble."
Song Qingyou remained silent, but someone couldn't hold back any longer.
Lin Niaoniao couldn't stand being ignored all the time. She had come here today with the intention of making Song Qingyou sick with anger. Thinking of her bargaining chip, she smiled smugly: "Song Qingyou, I have good news for you. I'm pregnant, almost two weeks along. Tingshen is going to be a father!"
Song Qingyou was taken aback by what she heard, and found it amusing. The wife was still standing there, and the mistress couldn't wait to come to the door and announce that she was pregnant. This was too dramatic.
No wonder Fu Tingshen brought people home for dinner today, no wonder this family is so harmonious and happy today, it turns out I'm the outsider.
She glanced indifferently at the protagonist of this scene; his handsome brows were slightly furrowed, and his face showed no joy at the prospect of becoming a father.
Strange… Song Qingyou thought.
Lin Niaoniao was still shouting: "Ting Shen told me to stay here and take good care of my pregnancy. I've moved all my things here. The baby needs his father's company, so I had your things moved out of the master bedroom. From now on, you can live in the second bedroom downstairs."
Qin You sarcastically remarked, "What's the use of marrying a barren hen? It's better to have a fertile belly like Niao Niao's."
Fu Changlin said in a deep voice, "Your belly has been flat for three years. Since Niao Niao is pregnant, the child in her belly will be the eldest grandson of the Fu family. You'll have to make do."
Song Qingyou paused as she lifted her foot to go upstairs, then withdrew her slender leg and calmly said, "Okay."
Fu Changlin and Qin You left with a cold snort.
Lin Niaoniao watched Song Qingyou enter the second bedroom with a smug and arrogant look in her eyes. But when she looked up, she saw Fu Tingshen staring at the closed door. A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, but it was gone in an instant. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she said pitifully, "Don't you want our child?"
Fu Tingshen frowned.
Lin Niaoniao's heart sank, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam: "Fine, I knew what you told me before was all a lie. You don't love me at all. You've actually fallen for Song Qingyou a long time ago, haven't you!"
Fu Tingshen frowned even deeper, tenderly wiping away her tears: "Don't overthink it, the person I've always loved is you."
Lin Niaoniao cried even harder, her voice trembling with sobs: "So you don't want the child, but Tingshen, the doctor said my health isn't good and the surgery is very risky. If I have an abortion, I might never be able to be a mother again. Don't you want to nurture a little life with me? Waaah..."
Fu Tingshen hugged her tenderly and whispered, "You won't be unable to be a mother."
As night deepened, Song Qingyou, who was always a light sleeper, woke up almost the instant the door opened.
The lights suddenly came on, and Song Qingyou withdrew her hand from the light switch, just in time to meet Fu Tingshen's slightly surprised gaze.
She looked down and realized she was only wearing a silk camisole nightgown, her chest exposed. She frowned and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders. Anyone would be annoyed to be woken up in the middle of the night: "What is it?"
Fu Tingshen's expression was gloomy. In the end, he threw the documents in his hand onto the bed: "This is the divorce agreement. Take a look and sign it if you think it's okay."
Song Qingyou's face was fair and radiant without any makeup, with delicate and beautiful features that were breathtaking. Even Fu Tingshen could not help but be captivated by her face at times.
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