Fu Jinglin: ...
His expression stiffened for a moment, then he whispered in Lin Qiong's ear, "Even the dogs eat outside."
Lin Qiong reached out and took the large bottle of cola from the child's hand, poured herself a cup, and said, "Then you can go outside."
"..."
Fu Jinglin irritably ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't do anything."
Lin Qiong sighed deeply, "It seems you've forgotten all the lessons I taught you."
Then he glanced at Fu Jinglin and said, "I'm very disappointed in you."
Fu Jinglin's brow twitched. "What did you teach? How come I don't know?"
Lin Qiong spoke up, "Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a virtue."
"..." Fu Jinglin: "Last time you only taught me to respect elders."
Lin Qiong: "Now it's time for you to love your childhood."
Fu Jinglin's lips twitched. "And what about you?"
Lin Qiong puffed out her small chest, "I still accept your respect."
"..."
Fu Jinglin finally drank a glass of cola with a sullen face.
"Don't always talk like that in the future."
Fu Jinglin looked at Lin Qiong with a puzzled expression. "What do you look like?"
"Don't look like you owe me money."
Fu Jinglin's face hardened. "That's how you're born."
"Then what will you do when you find a partner in the future? You scared them away after only a few words."
"My uncle did the same thing, but he still found it."
Lin Qiong asked, "Are you like your uncle?"
Fu Jinglin spoke up, "How is it different? Uncle also had a dark face."
When Fu Xingyun was a child, he accompanied Fu Jinglin so much that he could even read Fu Jinglin's facial expressions.
"Although your uncle often has a stern face, but..."
Fu Jinglin asked, "But what?"
Lin Qiong: "Your uncle is rich."
Fu Jinglin: ...
Lin Qiong: "Your uncle has a big house."
Fu Jinglin: ...
Then he glanced at it and asked, "Do you have one?"
Fu Jinglin took out his wallet, stubbornly insisting on saving face, and said, "Of course I have one."
Lin Qiong glanced at it and said, "That's why you're considered a complete idiot."
"..." Fu Jinglin was annoyed, "You're reopening old wounds."
Lin Qiong: No.
"Then why are you bringing up the past?"
"Rubbing salt into the wound."
"..."
Fu Jinglin took a deep breath, but showed no anger towards Lin Qiong. "Did you marry your uncle because of his money and house?"
Lin Qiong retorted, "Of course not."
Then, she lowered her head shyly, saying, "It's because of love."
Fu Jinglin: "If we can find our uncle, why can't we?"
Lin Qiong, knowing the answer already, asked, "How old is your uncle this year?"
"Nineteen."
Your uncle got married at nineteen.
Fu Jinglin swallowed hard. "What are you trying to say?"
"It's not that your uncle was found, it's that we're looking for your uncle."
Fu Jinglin: ...
Lin Qiong patted the other person on the shoulder, making him face reality, "You have the same bad temper as your uncle, but if you didn't, your uncle would still be sullen, let alone you."
"..."
"Alright, do you have anything to say now?"
Fu Jinglin glanced at Lin Qiong, then took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said to the little girl beside him, "I'm sorry."
Lin Qiong stroked her eldest nephew's head, "That's right."
After finishing her dinner, Lin Qiong sat idly in a chair. Not long after, Fu Yuan came over.
Just as Lin Qiong was about to get up to offer her seat, she saw Fu Jinglin kick her.
Lin Qiong: "..."
After Fu Yuan sat down, she looked at her and said, "How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"A little," Lin Qiong said without hiding her emotions, "Have they finished eating over there?"
Fu Yuan: Not yet, we won't be drinking for very long yet.
Lin Qiong nodded.
"Would you like to go check out Xingyun's room?"
Lin Qiong looked at Fu Yuan with some surprise.
The other person still had that gentle smile on their face. "Come on, it's upstairs. I'll show you."
Lin Qiong didn't refuse and came upstairs with her. The room at the end of the corridor was the room that Fu Xingyun used to live in the Fu family.
The room was covered with a cloth, but there was hardly any dust.
Fu Yuan casually pulled the door open a little, "Xingyun used to live here."
Lin Qiong stared at the dazzling array of trophies and certificates in the room, her mouth agape in an "O" shape.
"He's pretty good."
Fu Yuan laughed and said, "Xingyun has always been very academic; he was even the president of the university."
As if remembering something, she pulled out a video from her phone and held it up to Lin Qiong's face, saying, "This is when Xingyun gave a speech at university."
Lin Qiong looked down and was taken aback. "This is Fu Xingyun?"
Fu Yuan: "Yes, doesn't it look like it?"
"No." Lin Qiong shook her head, momentarily speechless.
For some reason, a feeling of unease suddenly welled up in my heart.
In the video, he was wearing a shirt, his jet-black hair was meticulously styled, and the sunlight shone on his body, highlighting his sharp features. Although his expression was still serious, the overall impression was quite different from how he appeared now.
Jingting.
Below the stage was a dense crowd, while on the stage stood Fu Xingyun, upright and spirited.
The words used to describe Fu Xingyun in the book—gloomy, ruthless, and brutal—are completely unrelated to his portrayal in the video.
The phrase "the pride of the nation" is not an exaggeration when describing Fu Xingyun.
A male voice, engrossed in the zither's strings, said, "While this world pursues fame and fortune, it also needs love and passion."
Lin Qiong looked at the video and seemed to have instantly become mute, unable to utter a single sound.
He then asked, "How old was he at that time?"
Fu Yuan: "At this time, Xingyun was already studying for a master's degree abroad and was fourteen years old."
"What's wrong?"
Lin Qiong scratched her head. "It's nothing, I just think he's pretty handsome."
Fu Yuan laughed and said, "Right? I chased after him a lot back then, but that brat just didn't get it."
Although Fu Yuan was smiling, Lin Qiong could see a hint of bitterness in her eyes.
After a while, Lin Qiong felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation, as if she was about to suffocate in her chest. She then went outside to the garden to get some fresh air.
"Xiao Qiong!"
Lin Qiong was stopped shortly after she arrived.
He turned around and saw Fu Jinghong standing not far away, watching him.
Fu Jinghong stepped forward a few paces. "Xiao Qiong! Long time no see."
Lin Qiong: "We just met an hour ago."
"..." Fu Jinghong: "That's not important. What's important is my desire to see you."
How have you been these days?
Lin Qiong: ...
It's starting again, isn't it?
"Good."
After hearing this, Fu Jinghong said somewhat sadly, "It's enough that you're doing well."
Lin Qiong looked at his expression and asked, "Do you know why you should live a good life?"
Fu Jinghong didn't expect the other party to speak first, "Why?"
"Because you are not here."
"..."
Fu Jinghong's lips twitched; he had followed the person who had just walked out.
Fu Jinghong took a deep breath. "Don't pretend anymore. I know you're not happy at all in your marriage with your older brother."
Lin Qiong: How could I not know?
"..."
Fu Jinghong composed himself and then said in a deep voice, "I know you've been blaming me all along."
"No."
"You blame yourself for pushing me towards the eldest brother."
"Can you hear me?"
"It's no wonder I couldn't stop that wedding."
Lin Qiong: "Hello?"
Fu Jinghong muttered to himself, "Now that we can't be together, this pain is probably a form of punishment."
Lin Qiong looked blank. "How come I didn't notice?"
Fu Jinghong looked at him, "What didn't you notice?"
"I couldn't see it with either eye."
"..."
As Fu Yuan came downstairs, she saw Fu Xingyun next to Fu Jinglin. "Xingyun, is it over yet?"
The man nodded. "Where's Lin Qiong?"
"Ah-Qiong went to the garden, saying the house felt stuffy and she wanted to get some fresh air."
Fu Yuan patted her son on the shoulder, "Jinglin, go with your uncle to look for him."
Fu Xingyun refused, saying, "Just go."
-
Fu Jinghong looked up at the full moon and said, "It's enough for you to know that I love you. If I hadn't drunk some wine today, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to tell you."
Lin Qiong: "Are you done talking?"
Fu Jinghong was stunned, "It's over."
"goodbye."
Fu Jinghong was startled and quickly stepped forward to pull him away, "Don't go!"
Lin Qiong spun around like a little goose, perfectly dodging the attack.
"..."
Fu Jinghong's face darkened. "Didn't you realize Fu Xingyun's current status? You have to take in every detail of who gives him a good look at the family banquet. Don't you feel resentful?"
Lin Qiong distanced herself from him, saying, "That's a personal matter."
Fu Jinghong looked at her with a deep gaze and said, "Xiao Qiong knows you don't love your older brother, and you only got married for money."
Lin Qiong looked at him, "Who said that?"
Fu Jinghong laughed and said, "Isn't that right?"
"If you didn't marry Fu Xingyun for money, what were you after?"
“Tu Se”.
Fu Jinghong: "So what? He has no feelings for you. Lin Qiong, let me tell you the truth, Fu Xingyun is more wary of you than anyone else. You can't get any benefit from him at all."
“But…” Fu Jinghong stepped forward and touched his hair, “If you’re with me, it’ll be different. You can name any benefits you want.”
Lin Qiong slapped her hand away, "You want to humiliate him?"
Fu Jinghong's eyes lit up. "Of course, don't you want to?"
Lin Qiong shrugged, "I don't have that kind of interest."
Then his gaze shifted, "I thought I had made myself clear enough last time."
Fu Jinghong: "I thought I had made things clear enough last time, but who knew you would refuse to listen to reason and instead suffer the consequences."
As she spoke, she stepped forward and grabbed Lin Qiong's arm, saying, "Even if you don't want to, you can still humiliate Fu Xingyun through your actions!"
Lin Qiong's expression remained calm. "Interesting. Continue."
"..."
Then Fu Jinghong grinned and said, "What do you think would happen if you and your brother-in-law were caught having an affair?"
"If we stripped your clothes off here, it would be quite a sight, wouldn't it?"
“Fu Xingyun won’t help you either. He can barely take care of himself, and besides, he’s disabled now, disabled!”
Fu Jinghong knew that Lin Qiong was no match for him in terms of strength, and that in a direct confrontation, Lin Qiong was no match for him at all.
Now that Fu Xingyun has fallen from power, as long as he later accuses Lin Qiong of seducing him, no one will say anything even if they know the truth.
Fu Jinghong's smile gradually turned sinister. He glanced down at him, then took something out of his pocket and put it on his hand.
Fu Jinghong looked at it and laughed, "What, you want to wear your wedding ring with Fu Xingyun while you're on the bed?"
Lin Qiong put the ring on her middle finger and said, "Keep your tongue to yourself."
"What?"
Before Fu Jinghong could recover, he was suddenly struck hard on the left cheek.
"grass!!!"
Fu Jinghong's legs gave way and he fell to the ground, his cheeks and jaws aching terribly. When he opened his mouth, two teeth came out.
"Lin Qiong, you..." A large amount of bright red blood spilled from Fu Jinghong's mouth.
Lin Qiong looked at the perfectly intact pigeon egg in her hand and said, "You're welcome."
Then he turned to leave, but after taking only a few steps, he saw Fu Xingyun not far away.
Fu Jinghong saw it too, and was about to say something when Lin Qiong fluttered down to Fu Xingyun's side like a butterfly.
"Xingyun is so scared, the house is almost going to be unclean."
Fu Jinghong: ...
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