Chapter 74: The exquisite dice are filled with red beans, do you know how deep my love for you is?
"Brother, I think you haven't had sex for a long time. Find a woman!" Fu Sinian asked instead of answering.
Fu Jia is both relieved and troubled by his younger brother. He lives a carefree life and has his own ideas about everything.
"Si Nian, feelings only add to people's troubles."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked down the stairs.
"Old antique." Fu Sinian sneered.
He walked to the balcony, opened the door and walked out onto the balcony.
He lit a cigarette, looked up at the neon lights on the distant masts. In the night, his eyes flickered, as if hiding starlight, and were blurred by the swirling smoke.
The second cigarette in his hand had just finished burning when the cell phone beeped.
Glancing at the text message alert, he turned off the screen, walked to the bar to rinse his phone, and then walked to the bedroom.
He stood facing the door that separated the two people, his fingertips pausing on the door handle for a few seconds before turning it.
The woman was leaning on the sofa, her notebook slanted beside her, and she was already fast asleep.
He frowned slightly, walked over lightly, moved the computer aside first, then leaned over, picked her up horizontally, and gently put her on the bed.
But she was not forgiving and muttered in a low voice: "Gu Xiangsi, you woman are really a troublemaker."
He turned off the desk lamp, thought for a moment, then turned on the bedside lamps on both sides before quietly closing the door.
Downstairs, Li Xiaoyao was already waiting. "Master."
"What did your father say over at the old house?" He walked towards the parking space.
"The one from the Zhao family is pregnant."
"Humph, he's still strong despite his age, showing mercy to everyone." Fu Sinian's anger grew stronger, and his tone became heavier.
Li Xiaoyao didn't dare to respond.
He couldn't judge the old master's behavior, and he was the young master's unborn brother or sister.
Fu Sinian noticed his hesitation and glanced at him.
Li Xiaoyao immediately quickened his pace and caught up.
Victoria Peak Villa.
We arrived at the villa area half an hour later and it was as bright as day.
When he entered the drawing-room, the servants were still awake and an oppressive silence hung in the air.
Fu Jia was sitting on the sofa in the hall. When he saw him come in, he looked calm, obviously having expected him to come.
"Where is my mother?" He looked at the servant.
"Madam...Madam and the master are in the study." The servant replied in a low voice.
Fu Sinian didn't say anything else, walked straight to the stairs and headed towards the study.
The sounds from inside squeezed out intermittently from the crack in the door. There was the crisp sound of something breaking, mixed with the sobbing of a woman.
His fists were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white. He walked straight to the door, turned the handle, and locked it.
He raised his foot and kicked the wooden door hard, and it opened with a clang.
Just then, a teacup flew towards the door and hit him on the forehead with a "bang", and blood oozed out instantly.
Zhou Wanrong turned around upon hearing the voice, and when she saw it was him, her expression suddenly changed: "Si Nian! You're bleeding! Come on, I'll bandage you!"
Fu Sinian grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse but steady voice, "Mom, I'm fine."
He took a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped his forehead.
Zhou Wanrong looked at the wound on his forehead, and her heart felt like it was being gripped by something, aching.
She raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. When she looked at the man again, there was only determination in her eyes.
"Let's get a divorce."
Fu Sinian was stunned, obviously not expecting her to say this.
The man sitting behind the desk stared at her in disbelief: "Zhou Wanrong, are you mistaken? In our Fu family, there is no such thing as divorce, only widowhood!"
Zhou Wanrong twitched the corners of her mouth with a hint of determination.
After being married for decades, even if there is no love between them, there should be family affection. I didn’t expect Fu Xianhanhan to say such a thing.
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear.
Fu Sinian helped her sit on the sofa next to her.
He gave her a reassuring look: "Mom, I'm here."
After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at Fu Xianhan, his gaze so cold that the other party was inexplicably frightened.
"You were fooling around out there, got her pregnant, and you still have the nerve to mention being widowed?"
His eyes turned cold, "It's okay to lose your husband!"
When the latter heard this, he became furious and grabbed a book from the desk and threw it at him.
Fu Sinian half-crouched down, and seeing that the book was about to hit Zhou Wanrong on the head, he immediately turned sideways to block it.
"Mom." He helped her up, "Let's go to my place."
"Don't be afraid. No matter who leaves whom, the earth will still turn."
As he spoke, he helped Zhou Wanrong out. When they reached the door, he turned back and said, "I'll have someone bring the divorce agreement over."
"Unfilial son! Am I your father?"
"Yes." Fu Sinian responded, "But you're looking for a mistress outside and a stepmother for me. I can't tolerate this."
He turned around and said coldly, "I only have one mother."
When I walked out, I saw Fu Jia standing at the stairs. He asked with a cold look in his eyes, "Do you want to speak for him?"
Fu Jia stepped aside and looked at Zhou Wanrong as if he had made up his mind: "Mom, just follow your heart."
Zhou Wanrong nodded and followed Fu Sinian downstairs.
"Have someone clean up the things in my mother's bedroom." He said this to Li Xiaoyao.
Li Xiaoyao nodded in agreement.
Gu Xiangsi was awakened by a thunder and sat up suddenly.
She was stunned, looking at herself lying on the bed, with the bedside lamps on on both sides. She raised her hand and touched her forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.
She walked outside in her slippers and turned on the light. The large flat living room was empty.
Frowning, he walked to the island, picked up the cup and drank a sip of water.
Only then did he come to his senses.
Fu Sinian probably went out.
She was no longer sleepy and walked to the desk.
Rows of shelves packed with books stood behind the table. When he saw a design book, he reached out and took one out and flipped through it. A card fell out from the interlayer.
Gu Xiangsi squatted down and picked it up. It was a check-in photo of a tourist attraction in Country M.
When her eyes swept to the lower right corner, her heart trembled violently.
The familiar characters are clear, powerful, and the strokes are as strong as pine trees. They are both elegant and smooth, just like him.
The exquisite dice are filled with red beans, do you know how deep my love for you is?
The date marked on the photo was the first month she had just arrived abroad five years ago.
It turned out that on the day when she was most helpless, he had once breathed the same blue sky with her.
Gu Xiangsi covered his chest with his hands. A dense, dull pain surged in his chest, making him feel so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.
She slowly slid down against the bookshelf, half squatting, staring at the card without blinking, tears blurring her vision again.
"So your heart must have been as painful as it is now..."
She let out a light breath, and with trembling fingers she took out her cell phone, wanting to say something to Fu Sinian.
But just as her fingertips were about to touch the screen, the card was inadvertently turned over, and a line of words on the back caught her eye.
At that moment, she seemed to have lost all her strength. The bitterness and throbbing she had felt before suddenly froze, and the idea of confiding in her just now was completely shattered.
My heart felt like it had fallen from boiling lava into biting ice. The faint light that was about to ignite was completely extinguished, leaving only a dead and desolate scene.
She stood up, the tears in her eyes had been wiped away, and her eyes returned to their usual coldness.
She walked to Fu Sinian's neatly arranged wardrobe, picked out a low-key sports jacket and put it on, picked up her bag and cell phone, and turned to go downstairs.
It was a cold January wind outside, blowing on my face with a biting chill.
She zipped up her coat and walked straight ahead, close to the main road.
At this moment, a car was coming from the opposite direction and slowly drove into the villa.
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