ly. 。Fu Xiaoyao's mouth twitched slightly. 。 What does this mean "Get up, go wash your face, it's time for breakfast." 。"Lu Hanchuan said, he put his hand in his pocket and stood up," 。"Is Aunt Son..."I don't think so." Fu Xiaoyao sighed with a wry smile.
"Why" Lu Hanchuan asked her the reason.
Fu Xiaoyao took a breath, "When I heard that Zixuan's girlfriend had an abortion, I did think that it was all because I didn't give them money. So subconsciously, I wanted to go to the Fu family to explain everything, but Zixuan's slap and my parents' blame made me..."
"Waking you up" Lu Hánchuan interrupted.
Fu Xiaoyao rolled her eyes at him. Although she found his words a bit harsh, she had to admit that they were true to her own thoughts.
That slap truly woke her up, and it also extinguished her feelings for the Fu family. She also understood from that experience that she was not wrong.
If she had given them that much money right from the start, the Fu family would think she's wealthy and would constantly ask her for more, with ever-increasing amounts. In the end, she would have spoiled them rotten and if she couldn't afford to give it anymore, they would only hate her, despise her as useless, and might even do something unimaginable.
So as to prevent that day from coming, she might as well nip their idea of asking her for money in the bud, it's just a pity for that child...
Thinking about this, Fu Xiaoyao sighed.
Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes, "What are you sighing about"
"I just thought about Zi Xuan's girlfriend's baby in her tummy, and it was gone like that. It's really pitiful." Fu Xiaoyao said with some sadness.
That child also reminded her of her own, both so young and gone.
The only difference is that her child was beaten to death by someone else, while Fu Zixuan's girlfriend's child was aborted by the girl herself.
"There's nothing to pity." Lu Hanchuan picked up a water glass and took a sip. "The woman was able to so readily get rid of the child, which is enough to show that she didn't have any love for him/her."
"How is that possible!" Fu Xiaoyao expressed her disagreement.
Lu Hanchuan raised his eyes to look at her, "Why wouldn't you You have to know, in this world, not all mothers love their own children. Isn't your mother an example"
"This..." Fu Xiaoyao opened her mouth, speechless.
"So, don't look at things too one-sidedly. It's better for that child to be gone, and Fu Zixuan doesn't seem like a caring man either. Compared to being born without love from their parents, it's better not to come into this world in the first place." Lu Hanchuan put down his water glass and said lightly.
Fu Xiaoyao rubbed her temples, "You're right, maybe this outcome is a blessing in disguise."
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Eat quickly, it's getting cold." Lu Hanchuan tapped the table, reminding her to eat quickly.
Fu Xiaoyao hummed in response, nodded her head without thinking further, and continued eating the noodles in her bowl.
After the meal, Lu Hanchuan took a call and went to his study for a video conference. She tidied up the dishes and washed them in the kitchen.
Halfway through washing, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated.
She let out a questioning "huh" and then turned on the tap, rinsing the foam off her hands before pulling out her phone.
The screen showed a text message, or maybe it was from a strange phone number.
She curiously clicked on it, and there was only one sentence: You are not the daughter of the Fu family!
"What's going on" Fu Xiaoyao was stunned.
What does it mean that she is not the daughter of the Fu family
Who sent this text message
A prank
Fu Xiaoyao felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and she was faintly angry. She clicked on the reply in the bottom right corner and typed: Who are you
After the text message replied to her, she stared at this strange text message.
I waited for a few minutes, but the other person didn't text back.
Fu Xiaoyao knew that the other party probably wouldn't reply.
"Seems like it's really a prank after all," Fu Xiaoyao mumbled, stopped thinking about it, put her phone back in her pocket, and continued washing her own dishes.
After washing her hands, she walked out of the kitchen and happened to bump into Lu Hanchuan who was also coming out of the study.
Their eyes met, Fu Xiaoyao was taken aback for a moment, then waved hello, "What a coincidence, you're done with the meeting"
"Well, a quick meeting. Won't take long. Any water left" Lu Hanchuan gestured with his empty tea pot.
Fu Xiaoyao nodded, "Yes, give it to me."
She walked over and reached out to take the teapot from his hand.
At that moment, something suddenly flashed in her eyes.
She looked closely and saw the ring on his ring finger.
The ring suddenly turned out to be the male version of her wedding ring.
As expected, Yulin was telling the truth. He really put on a wedding ring. Ironically, she hadn't seen it from just now until just now, when the diamond on his ring reflected light, that she noticed it.
"What are you looking at" Lu Hanchuan saw Fu Xiaoyao start to daydream again and frowned slightly.
This woman, lately how always is lost in thought.
"I see the ring on your hand." Fu Xiaoyao came back to her senses and didn't try to hide it. She said it directly and openly.
Lu Hanchuan was startled. He raised the hand wearing the ring, "You mean this"
"Hmm," Fu Xiaoyao nodded slightly, "How come you suddenly started wearing it You never used to wear it before, did you"
"You also said that was the past." Lu Hanchuan put his hand down, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "But now it's different from before, so I put on the ring."
"That's so." Fu Xiaoyao responded with an "oh," and didn't say anything more. She took the teapot from his hand and went to the kitchen.
She originally wanted to ask him what was different, but she decided against it after some thought.
Asking too many questions is not always a good thing.
After pouring the water, Fu Xiaoyao returned to the living room with the teapot. Lu Hankan was on the phone.
Fu Xiaoyao glanced at him, didn't disturb him, placed the teapot on the tea table, then quietly returned to the bedroom to rest.
By the time Lu Hánchuan got back from his phone call, she had already fallen asleep.
Lu Hanchuan stood by the bed and looked at her sleeping face. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You sleep so fast!"
Ring......
At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang from the direction of the living room.
Lu Hanchuan's face darkened, and he unconsciously glanced at Fu Xiaoyao. Seeing that she hadn't woken up, he relaxed his brows and opened the door.
A middle-aged man in a suit stood outside the door. When he saw Lu Hanchuan, he quickly and respectfully shouted, "Mr. Lu."
"Did you bring the things" Lu Hánchuan asked directly.
The man nodded, "Here you go."
As he spoke, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small, red velvet ring box. He handed it to Lu Hanchuan with both hands. “Mr. Lu, this is what you asked me to bring you. Sister Song gave it to me personally.”
Lu Hanchuan nodded, took the ring box and opened it to take a look. Seeing that it was indeed what he wanted, he nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, that's all. You can go back now."
"Yes." The man replied, then turned and left.
Lu Hanchuan closed the door, took the ring box back to the bedroom, then squatted beside the bed and picked up Fu Xiaoyao's left hand. He took the ring out of the box and slowly put it on her ring finger.
This was the second time he put a ring on her finger.
The first time, he did it unwillingly and roughly, not knowing if he had hurt her.
Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan's eyes flashed with a trace of guilt, then he pinched her four fingers and lifted her hand, lowering his head to kiss the ring.
He kissed her for what felt like several seconds before slowly pulling away, tucking her hand into the blankets.
I wonder if she'll be surprised tomorrow when she wakes up and sees a ring on her finger like Qi Dongming would be unable to withstand beating and would soon break down, confessing everything. 。However, this time she underestimated him. 。This middle-aged man was crueler than she imagined...