"I made you an undergarment. Are you sure you want to change into it now?" Jiang Shan asked, his fox-like eyes narrowed.
Fu Qiyuan, unable to contain his excitement, nodded without hesitation.
Jiang Shan pushed Fu Qiyuan to sit down on the edge of the bed, took out some clothes from the wardrobe, and handed them to him.
Fu Qiyuan was so delighted that he failed to notice the little prank Jiang Shan was playing.
"Shan'er, shall I go inside and change my clothes?"
"Go, go, hurry up and go!"
Fu Qiyuan excitedly ran inside to change his clothes.
Jiang Shan laughed so hard he bent over.
A moment later, Fu Qiyuan's slightly hesitant voice rang out from the side, "Shan'er, is it a little too short?"
When Jiang Shan looked back, it felt like countless alpacas were galloping through his mind.
What happened to making a fool of yourself?
What happened to feeling uncomfortable?
What happened to being too ashamed to show your face?
You're kidding me!
With his short hair, he's a pose that modern celebrities love. Yet, this ancient person dressed like this is more composed than Jiang Shan, a modern person.
Jiang Shan sighed inwardly, stepped forward to look at them, and said, "These are the pajamas we wear in the summer, shorter ones are cooler."
Fu Qiyuan nodded happily, "Shan'er is absolutely right! It's a little chilly to wear now, I'll wear it when it gets warmer."
After saying that, she winked shyly at Jiang Shan, "I'm only wearing this for you, Shan'er!"
Jiang Shan was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Yes, yes, this is the normal reaction of ancient people, shy...
Wait a minute! What do you mean by "wearing it only for me"? Is this some kind of public display of affection?
Wow, showing off your love in public is a recipe for disaster!
Jiang Shan fled in disarray.
Upon returning to her residence after arriving in the capital, Madam Cheng disregarded the fatigue of her journey and forgot even the most basic decorum. After consulting with the steward, she went straight to Fu Ting's study.
This time, she didn't argue or make a scene. Instead, she walked up to Fu Ting with a gloomy yet remarkably calm expression and stood there silently looking at the man she had loved and hated for over twenty years.
After a long silence, Fu Ting put down the book in his hand and asked calmly, "Was your trip to Yuzhou satisfactory?"
Cheng swallowed hard, the bitterness in her throat, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You knew all along that Second Uncle was in Yuzhou?"
Fu Ting glanced at Cheng Shi. "Before my teacher left, he told me not to inquire about him. I have never disobeyed my teacher's words."
Cheng forced a smile that was more like a grimace. "Dare not disobey? Do you dare say you didn't know that your second uncle has been hiding in Yuzhou and avoiding coming out? Do you dare say you didn't know that your father was also in Yuzhou?"
Fu Ting's eyes flickered slightly as he met Cheng's ashen and resentful gaze. He said, "The thing I regret most in my life is that I never disobeyed my teacher, not even once. If I had, neither of us would have gone down this path of no return. I listened to my teacher and married you, I listened to my teacher's promise to live a good life with you, I listened to my teacher's advice not to inquire about him, and I listened to my teacher's advice not to leave the capital to find Cheng Mei. I truly never disobeyed him even once!"
"As for my father, it has been twenty years. I have no face to return to the Fu family to pay my respects to him. He does not acknowledge me as his good-for-nothing unfilial son. When I went to the Fu family in the capital, I was only representing Fu Ting alone. It has nothing to do with the Fu family in Qingcheng Mountain."
Tears welled in Madam Cheng's eyes as she gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "Is this what you promised Second Uncle about living a good life with me? You took a concubine right after I gave birth to Yuan'er, and you've ignored me for all these years. Your Fu family has never acknowledged me as their daughter-in-law. In their eyes, I'm just an irrelevant person!"
Fu Ting first chuckled, then burst into laughter, and finally laughed uncontrollably, even laughing until tears streamed down his face.
"Hahaha... Cheng Lan, wasn't your teacher later forced to leave the capital in anger by you and your mother, causing his wife and children to break apart? When he was alive, he could still teach me to be a gentleman who is always patient and modest. Now that he's gone, I can only be myself again! In the years since your teacher left, the Fu Ting you've seen is the real Fu Ting. The me before was all an act, it was fake! Ahahahaha...!"
Cheng was trembling all over. She knew she shouldn't have come to him and humiliated herself!
Yes, it's all fake! This husband never belonged to her, she has no so-called in-laws, and those relatives are all opportunistic and none of them are sincere to her. The only thing she can hold onto now is her own son!
"You, you're all bad people! Yuan'er... Yuan'er is my son, he won't abandon me! And my mother... I want to go back to my mother's home, she'll definitely find a way!"
Cheng muttered to himself, then turned and left.
Fu Ting was still smiling, and said casually, "Yuan'er has asked to change his surname back to Jiao, and I have already agreed. His memorial has arrived at the Imperial Study, and news will come soon. You should stay in the mansion and wait for the Emperor's decision!"
As if struck by lightning, Madam Cheng slowly turned around, asking in shock and slight daze, "What did you just say? What is Yuan'er going to do?"
“Yuan’er wrote to say he wants to change his surname back to Jiao… Oh, that’s the family that raised him to adulthood, their surname is Jiao. His original name was Jiao Yan, and he wants to restore his original surname. I agreed!”
"I disagree!"
With a scream, Madam Cheng turned and rushed towards Fu Ting, shoving aside the documents and writing materials on his table. She hysterically shouted, "He is my son! He is my flesh and blood! He is the eldest son of the Minister of Works, how can he kneel before the ancestral tablets of a crude country bumpkin! I would rather die than agree to let Yuan'er leave the Fu family!"
Fu Ting's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint hint of mockery. "Yuan'er has remembered everything. If you still want this son, I advise you to shut up and stop with your low-class tricks!"
Cheng gritted her teeth in hatred: "I won't let you have your way! No one will take my son away!"
Fu Ting watched as Madam Cheng stormed off, then nodded to Fu Zhi, who was hiding behind the bookshelf. Fu Zhi quietly followed her out.
"A decisive blow... As expected of my son, Fu Ting, his spirit is something even I, his father, cannot match!"
"The Jiao family... Heh, that's satisfying!"
...
People can unleash boundless potential when faced with dire circumstances. Cheng Shi has never been one to sit idly by and take a beating. Fu Qiyuan is her last stand in this life, and no matter what, she will hold on to this one and only thought that belongs to her.
Ignoring the guards, Fu Qichen, and Consort Li's attempts to stop her, she injured Consort Li with scissors and ran crying all the way to the Cheng residence.
Cheng Mu ignored everything else and felt exhausted by his daughter's seemingly insane behavior. Without even saying goodbye, he retreated into his study.
When Madam Cheng learned that her husband had gone to his study without even seeing his daughter, a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes.
But when she heard what Cheng said, her expression changed drastically.
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