Reluctant to part

  Outside, Master Fu's figure appeared at the door. Listening to the commotion inside, he paused for a moment and smiled as he shook his head, then turned around and left.

  For the old man, as long as his daughter and son-in-law get along well, his daughter is happy, and everything goes smoothly, that's the greatest happiness.

  What about this little rabbit at home?

  Mr. Fu thought it would be better to pretend that this son had never been born, so as not to be driven to death by that stinky little brat! The thoughts of the elderly are all the same, valuing their eldest son and doting on or even spoiling their youngest son. Mr. Fu is no exception, especially since his old wife passed away early, and he had to play both father and mother roles. As a result, Mr. Fu became increasingly strict with his eldest son, because this son was supposed to hold up the family gate.

  In the future when I'm old, my son will have to take over and support me.

  A hundred years later, his son will have to help take care of his daughter.

  With such a string of thoughts, Master Fu only felt that he was not strict enough and would not be able to see his son's hard work.

  Who doesn't work hard?

  Has he had it easy all these years?

  Not easy.

  Those who shout and sell on the streets, aren't they just trying to earn a little money to support their families? Is it easy for them? Take myself as an example, in these few years, I've managed to save some money, but behind that, the hard work and effort I put in is at least two or three times more than ordinary people!

  You say, is this easy?

  Now, he is a man with one foot buried in the yellow earth, but what he wants is for that stinky little boy to hurry up and get married, then let him hold his grandchildren and enjoy the joy of being a grandfather. But as a result, that little boy actually did something behind his back to gain some kind of reputation?

  Overcome your wife!

  This rascal, thinking of this move makes Old Master Fu so angry that his heart aches. At times like these, what Old Master Fu wants to do most is to grab Fú Zhǎnqiáng and give him a good thrashing.

  If it weren't for his daughter and son-in-law being there, he wouldn't have let that little brat off. Mr. Fu walked to the front, where he bumped into the family's steward, Chen. Chen hastily paid his respects, "Sir, Lord Liu is about to leave, Young Master says please go over and take a look."

  "I understand, send someone to tell the girl later." After a pause, Old Master Fu called him back again, "Wait, let Liu Mama go and take a look at the girl first. If the girl is still not feeling well, then don't mention it anymore. If she's fine, then go and pay respects to Liu Tai Tai." No matter what, letting his daughter get along with Liu Tai Tai was a good thing, and if his daughter could win Liu Tai Tai's favor, it would be very beneficial for her future.

  "Yes, master."

  In the front yard, Mr. Liu was chatting with Fu Zhanqiang when he saw Old Man Fu approaching. He smiled and nodded at Fu Zhanqiang before bowing to Old Man Fu, "Old Master Fu, I've troubled you enough, I'll take my leave."

  "Lord Liu is too polite, it's an honor for our family that you personally came to my house." Old Fu hurriedly stepped forward and returned the courtesy, "Lord Liu, are you leaving already? I'll have Qiangzi send you and your wife back home."

  "No need, no need. There's a lot going on at home and I just said let him take two days off and have him stay with the old man at home." Whatever the case, Fú Shì saved his own wife's life, plus the unborn child, making him a great benefactor to the Liú family, so to some extent, he was also willing to give the Fú family some face.

  "Then thank you, sir." Fuzhang Qiang smiled and turned to his father, "Dad, you go ahead and take care of things, I'll stay here with the master."

  At the door, a servant's voice came, "Master, Madam has sent someone to ask when you will leave. The soft sedan at the door is ready and waiting for the lady."

  "This is it, you go back to the madam. If the madam is ready, we will head back." Lord Liu dismissed the man and bid farewell to Old Master Fu again. The father and son of the Fu family personally escorted him to the gate, where Lady Liu was already seated steadily in a nearby sedan chair.

  Hearing the voice, she lifted a corner of the sedan chair and smiled slightly at Fu Jia's father and son, which was considered a greeting - this was because of Fu Qiulian's share, otherwise, Madam Liu would not care about you!

  After seeing off the guests, Master Fu stood in front of the door and bowed to the villagers sitting on the street in front of the Fu family's house, his face full of smiles. "Thank you all for taking the trouble to come here for my sake. There's nothing good at home, so these three days' worth of food is just a small token of gratitude from me. Everyone, please help yourselves. If there's anything that needs help with, don't hesitate to speak up. I'll definitely lend a hand if I can."

  "Thank you, Old Master Fow."

  The people of the Fu family are indeed good, and Mr. Fu, as the richest man in the town, is not a name that has been obtained in vain. His behavior and conduct have earned him praise from everyone in the town.

  Of course, with certain exceptions for those who have ulterior motives.

  The days passed, the mourning hall at home was dismantled, and only a streamer remained on the street outside the door. The masters of the Fú family let out a long sigh of relief, especially Old Master Fú, who felt as if he had been exhausted for a year, his face still showing signs of fatigue that could not be concealed.

  "Dad, didn't you sleep well last night?" At lunchtime, Fu Qiulian couldn't help but glance at Old Master Fu twice. After the meal, Xiaoyu brought tea and everyone sat down in the side hall together. Fu Qiulian looked at Old Master Fu, who had yawned twice in a short while, and frowned slightly. "Brother, look, Dad's complexion is really bad, isn't it?"

  "Hmm, anyway, it doesn't look good." Fú Zhǎn Qiáng was originally a carefree person and hadn't noticed these things. Now that Fú Qiū Lián had reminded him, he gulped down several mouthfuls of tea and glanced at Old Master Fú, furrowing his brow. "It does look quite different, little sister. But is Father's body okay?" If it were in the past, Fú Zhǎn Qiáng would never have asked this question. But now, after the treatment of the children in Sān Lǐ Tún Village, especially Fú Qiū Lián's actions towards Madame Liu the night before...

  At this point, even if Fuzhan Qiang didn't believe it, he had to believe a little more, let alone that he thought his own sister was the best, wasn't she just a medical skill?

  Definitely will learn in one go!

  "Dad stretched out his hand."

  "What's going on?" Old Master Fu looked puzzled, glancing at his daughter and then at his son-in-law who was calmly drinking tea with a tranquil expression, but occasionally casting a glance at his daughter. Finally, Old Master Fu's thunderous roar landed on Fu Zhanqiang: "You little scoundrel, tell me, are you hiding something from me? If you dare to bully your sister and make her suffer, I'll skin you alive."

  "Father, you're being too biased." This daughter is his own flesh and blood, it seems that this son of his is illegitimate. Old Master Fu glared at him, "What nonsense are you spouting, itching for a beating?"

  "Dad, why are you scolding my brother again? I asked you to stretch out your hand so that I could take your pulse and see if there's anything wrong with your body. What does it have to do with my brother? With a temper like yours, aren't you afraid of frightening your granddaughter?"

  "It's all your fault, Father. Speak softly." As he spoke, he glared at Fow Xiangqiang with a look of transferred anger, as if it was all this young man's doing that had nearly frightened his precious daughter and granddaughter.

  Fu Zhanqiang felt like he could really cry.

  He said he was under a lot of pressure and even lying down would get shot.

  "Daughter, when did you learn to take pulses?" Looking at Fu Qiu Lian's skilled movements and furrowed eyebrows, Old Master Fu found it amusing and touching. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. I just haven't slept well the past two days. After a good rest tonight, I'll be back to normal tomorrow."

  "Dad's body is actually fine, but, brother, you have to take care of dad from now on. Don't let him eat anything too sweet, greasy, or spicy. And as for meat and things like that, try to limit it as much as possible, best not to eat it at all."

  "Daughter, isn't it? Then what do you want your father to eat?" Before Fu Zhanqiang could speak, Old Master Fu had already fallen into a tantrum. "Daughter, your old father only likes these few dishes, sour and spicy, fatty meat, and now you've forbidden all of them at once. Do you want to starve your old father to death?"

  "Dad, have you been experiencing occasional rapid heartbeat, feeling like you can't catch your breath, and even having dizzy spells lately?"

  "Have you asked Liu's mother?" Old Master Fu shook his head and smiled, carelessly withdrawing his arm to pick up the tea in front of him and drink it all. "It's just that I went out a few days ago to collect some debts, and I was in a hurry on the way back, so I didn't get enough rest." Old Master Fu said this with a pitiful expression, looking at his daughter with a hint of grievance, "So, daughter, you see your father, I'm really fine. What you said earlier, we don't need to worry about it anymore, do we?"

  "No, can't eat."

  Actually, Master Fu is not fat and has a slender figure. He's only fifty years old this year. In the memories of his original body, Master Fu's physique had always been very healthy, and he rarely even got minor illnesses. However, just now when diagnosing his pulse, Fu Qiulian discovered that his pulse was beating extremely fast, and there were also some abnormalities in his heart.

  She's afraid of old man's high blood pressure!

  "Daughter, your old man won't eat those things, he'll starve to death." Old Master Fu was almost in tears, and without getting a response from Fu Qiulian, he couldn't help but secretly send a pleading glance to his son-in-law.

  Son-in-law, help me out!

  Lian Qing calmly and unhurriedly picked up the tea in his hand, calmly and unhurriedly brought it to his lips, and elegantly sipped it lightly. As for other things, Lian Da Xiu directly ignored them!

  Son?

  Fu Jian's strength is much stronger than Lian Qing's.

  A white-eyed gaze stared at the roof and turned over, he didn't see!

  Old Master Fu was so angry that his stomach hurt, and he wished to slap Fu Zhangrong flying with a loud slap. He glanced at Lian Qing, who was peeling melon seeds with Fu Qiulian, and glared at him angrily.

  Consider yourself lucky.

  For the sake of my daughter and my beloved grandson.

  I'll let you off this time.

  "Dad, don't pretend anymore. I'll make a menu for you soon, and let Liu mom cook according to that menu every day. Don't worry, Dad, within seven days, there will be at least one day when you can eat meat."

  Only one day?

  "Daughter, is it okay to eat once every other day?"

  "Just one day."

  "Then, two days?"

  Half a day!

  "Alright, one day at a time." Old Master Fu hung his head in silence, he had forgotten that his daughter was always domineering and never listened to others.

  Old Master Fú went to take a nap, and Lian Qing looked at Fú Qiūlián with some concern as she was about to find Liu Māma to instruct her on something. "Young mistress, your eyes are dark circles too, why don't you go back and rest for a bit? Whatever it is can be said after waking up, anyway we're not in a hurry to leave."

  "Alright then, husband, shall we go back to our room?"

  "Ah, I'll support my wife."

  Feng Zhan stood up strongly and said, "Sister, wait."

  "Brother?"

  "Is there something wrong with Father's body?" Fú Qiūlián had never said anything like that before, and Fú Zhǎnqiáng hadn't noticed it earlier. But after hearing Fú Qiūlián's words just now, Fú Zhǎnqiáng carefully observed Old Master Fú, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

  How did Dad suddenly get so old?

  "Look at you, brother, your needle-pointed courage is worth making your face turn as white as paper?" Fú Qiūlián pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head, "Father's body is fine."

  "But you just—"

  "That was me scaring Father." Looking at Fuzhang Qiang's successfully gloomy expression, Fuzhilian's face slowly became solemn, "Father's body is fine for now, but if he continues to be careless like this, who knows when something will go wrong. The diet of the elderly should focus on nutritional balance, relying solely on personal preferences is absolutely not enough."

  "So, Father's body is still not well?" If there was nothing wrong, why would he need to be careful about what he eats? Fu Zhanqiang was really anxious this time, "What exactly is the illness, can it be cured, how serious is it? I'll get someone to invite a doctor from Tongrentang to come..."

  "Dad, don't worry, your body is really fine. I'm just being cautious. With the way he eats, there will be problems sooner or later. So, it's better to let him restrain himself a bit first."

  "Really?"

  "More true than pearls." Fu Qiulian rolled her eyes and glared, "Brother, you suspect me? Fine, you actually suspect your own sister's words. I'll go tell Father that you're bullying me..."

  "Sister, sister, it's all brother's fault."

  It was a relief to finally get rid of Fuzhang Qiang, and Fu Qiulian and Lian Qing returned hand in hand to their own house. Since it was early June, the weather was extremely hot, and sitting inside the house felt like being in a steamer basket.

  Because of Fú Qiūlián's body, the house didn't even use half a block of ice, so as soon as she sat down on the kang, Fú Qiūlián collapsed and said "I'm going to die from the heat. Waaah, I won't survive." Her air conditioner, her fan, her ice cream...

  "Girl, have a bowl of sour plum soup. I drew it from the well and let it cool down. Although it's not as refreshing as when it was just drawn from the well, I tried some earlier and it has a fresh and fragrant flavor that's better than ordinary sour plum soup."

  "Let it be." Feeling the hot air in the room, like steam, wave after wave, Fu Qiu Lian almost cried. What's the point of drinking anything? She just wanted to eat ice cream!

  "Daughter, you sleep, I'll fan you, it's cooler this way, and you'll fall asleep soon." Although there was a gentle breeze blowing on her body, that little bit of wind was not enough to fill the gaps in the sweltering heat of summer. Fu Qiu Lian tossed and turned on the couch, unable to sleep, and also felt annoyed in her heart. She sat up abruptly, facing Lian Qing with a bad expression, "I couldn't sleep, sing me a song."

  Sing a song - Singing -

  Lian Qing's mouth twitched slightly as he took a deep breath, looked at Fu Qiulian seriously and said, "Wife, I can only recite books, practice calligraphy and do math problems, but I've never learned to sing."

  "I don't care, I just want to listen to songs." Fu Qiulian leaned on the couch, facing Lian Qing, with a "I'm in a bad mood, I won't let you have a good time" attitude. She pouted her mouth, and her small face fell down, her big eyes gazing at Lian Qing with a resentful look, "Husband, if you don't sing songs, I won't be able to sleep."

  If I sing a song, I won't be able to sleep!

  But this was something Qing couldn't say, taking a deep breath, his tone was very gentle and soft as he looked at Fu Qiulian, "Wife, let me help you recite the book, how about our child listens with you?"

  "It's not good." Fú Qiūlián also felt that she was being a bit too sentimental, as Lián Qīng had been really great this whole time. He was so good that even Fú Qiūlián, who had traveled from the modern era, couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart when looking at him, and even secretly thought that if Lián Qīng could treat her well for the rest of his life, then living here as Fú Qiūlián and spending the rest of her life with Lián Qīng wouldn't be so bad.

  But thinking about it still didn't alleviate her irritable mood.

  "Girl, change to another one!" As for singing, even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't sing. It seemed that Lian Qing also knew that this matter was difficult, so Fu Qiu Lian's eyes rolled around and said, "Master, then tell me a story instead, yeah, tell me one that I'll be satisfied with, and I won't make you sing."

  Are you satisfied? Who knows when you'll be satisfied?

  It wasn't easy for Fú Qiūlián to change the condition, and Liáng Qīng didn't dare say more. He quickly nodded his head, "Alright, let's just treat it as a story." Then, he rummaged through his memory and modified some anecdotes from the unofficial histories he had read before, and with a straight face, slowly began to tell them to Fú Qiūlián...

  More than half a time later, the person on the couch finally closed his eyes. Lian Qing felt dry mouth and tongue, picked up the tea bowl in front of him and drank three large bowls, then got up to help Fu Qiulian pull down the thin quilt, it was too hot now, covering too tightly wasn't good either.

  Until he went out of the house, gently closing the door behind him, Lian Qing finally let out a sigh of relief - it had been half an hour! He thought that if his own wife didn't fall asleep soon, he would have fallen asleep from talking!

  Bang, his shoulder was heavily patted, and he couldn't help but grimace in pain. He turned around with a bitter smile on his face and said to the person who came up, "Big Uncle, you scared me like this, it's going to be fatal."

  "What nonsense are you talking about, do you dare to try? Wanting his sister to be a widow? Even if you reach the underworld, Lord Yan will have to make way for you, and you'll still be stuck by his sister's side."

  They sat down one after another in the side hall. The maid quickly served tea and retreated. Lian Qing didn't have the mind to drink tea, so he rubbed his shoulders while looking at Fu Zhanqiang and said, "Uncle, you'd better say what's on your mind quickly, I still need to go back and accompany my wife."

  "I asked you, when did my sister learn her medical skills?" Fú Qiūlián stared at Lián Qīng, his eyes sharp and piercing. If it weren't for the fact that Lián Qīng had been stared at like this many times before, he would have probably been scared stiff. But this time, he seemed to be taking it in stride, even managing a smile. "Uncle, she said she learned it from her dreams."

  "Nonsense, my sister has always been a sound sleeper since she was young, and she's never had any dreams!" Fú Zhǎnqiáng glared at Lián Qīng. "Let me tell you, little white face, treat my sister well and let her do whatever makes her happy, but don't tire her out. If anything happens to her, just wait and see how I'll deal with you."

  Fu Zhanqiang came and went in a hurry, looking at Lian Qing with a puzzled face, but no matter what, this big uncle left without biting him again, which was also a delightful thing.

  Three days of flowing water seats have passed, and the people in the town have increased their affection for Fú Lǎoye by a few more points. Many people even kowtowed twice at the entrance of the Fú family's gate before leaving.

  On the fourth day, Lian Qing looked at Fu Qiu Lian several times as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself. After thinking for a moment, after lunch, when the couple returned to their own room, Fu Qiu Lian helped Lian Qing pass a cup of tea and asked, "Sir, do you have something to say to me?"

  "Your father's birthday has passed for several days, considering my husband's perspective, shouldn't we consider going back home?" Although he previously told his own father that they would be staying at the in-laws' place for a short while, if it weren't for Old Master Fu's 50th birthday celebration, Qing would have rather thought of another solution and wouldn't have stayed at the Fu residence.

  A good son should support his family, how can he live in his wife's family home?

  Now that they have been living in the Wu's house for five or six days, Mrs. Li and her daughter have also been locked up for so many days. I think it should be about time now? Besides, after all, Lian Qing's father is at home, he can ignore Mrs. Li, but can his own father really abandon him?

  "All right, when do you think we should set off? Tomorrow or this afternoon?" Looking at Lian Qing's face, Fu Qiu Lian smiled with a hint of mischief, not showing any displeasure. "However, if we set off this afternoon, I'm afraid it will be a bit rushed. Moreover, my father went out and hasn't returned yet - shall I send someone to find him outside and ask him to come back home immediately?"

  "This is not necessary, where is the hurry?" Originally still worried that Fu Qiulian would be unhappy, now seeing Fu Qiulian nodding so happily, even proposing to set off this afternoon, Qing felt a few points of guilt in his heart, he had almost wronged his wife just now. He reached out to help Fu Qiulian who was about to get up and pack her luggage, "Madam doesn't need to rush, we don't have to leave this afternoon either, let's wait for Father-in-law to come back tonight, report to him, and set off tomorrow morning, it won't be late."

  "Master, do you think it's good to go home tomorrow?"

  "Ah, naturally it's fine for tomorrow." Under Fú Qiūlián's dark and piercing gaze, which seemed to be as big as grapes, Lián Qīng didn't dare think of anything else. He hastily nodded his head, fearing that if he was even a little slow, Fú Qiūlián would get angry. "There's no need for you to pack your luggage, I'll take care of it tonight. Tomorrow we can just bid farewell to Father and set off. What do you think, is this alright?"

  "I will listen to you, husband."

  "...just this one sentence, Qing was suddenly deeply moved, stretched out his hand to grasp Fu Qiu Lian's hand, with warmth in his eyes, "Wife, thank you for marrying me, not despising me, my family."

  "What is the husband talking about? My husband is a scholar, and in these ten miles, who can compare to him?" Fu Qiulian raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips, and smiled lightly. "If I were to say it, even if you're dissatisfied with me, it's only because you're dissatisfied with yourself. Moreover, soon the husband will be a jinshi gentleman, but I'll become more and more of a yellow-faced wife. At that time, I can only hope that the husband will often look back at me and our child, and as long as the husband doesn't abandon me, I'll be content."

  "Nonsense, you are my wife. If I pass the imperial examination in the future, you will naturally become a jinshi's wife, and you will only receive respect from others, what reason is there for you to be disliked by others?" Lian Qing looked at Fu Qiu Lian with great displeasure, but was afraid of scaring her, so he tightly grasped her hand and made a vow-like promise to her, "We are husband and wife, one body, no matter what I become in the future, you will naturally be by my side."

  "Can your words be trusted?"

  "Really?" Looking at the sparkling eyes of Fú Qiūlián, Lián Qīng also became excited, he nodded heavily, and then raised an eyebrow, smiling playfully at Fú Qiūlián, "If you don't believe me, shall we make a bet with three claps?"

  "Alright, in that case, husband will not be able to slack off in the future." Fú Qiūlián's bright smile successfully brought a good mood to Lián Qīng, and the two of them actually gave each other three slaps on the back in the bedroom. Fú Qiūlián looked at her slightly red palms with a pained expression, while Lián Qīng was helping her massage them, playfully sticking out his tongue, "Husband, you're really great." His eyebrows and eyes were filled with gentle smiles, but only Fú Qiūlián's heart was clear as a mirror - vows?

  She doesn't believe in promises for two lifetimes, past and present!

  "I'm not good to you, who am I good to?"

  The two of them chatted for a while, and Fu Qiulian felt a bit tired, so she lay down on the couch, with Lian Qing sitting in the chair beside her, fanning her. Although the Fu family also had young maids to do such trivial tasks, Lian Qing thought that those young maids were clumsy, and if they disturbed his wife, it wouldn't be good, so he did it himself.

  And he is not just simply fanning either.

  Sitting here, Fu Qiulian is sleeping. He fans himself while quietly reciting books in his mind, reviewing the familiar and unfamiliar ones, and roughly thinking about the topics given by the teacher. When he picks up his pen, won't it be easy?

  After dinner, as usual, several people sat in the hall talking. Fu Qiulian took advantage of Mr. Fu's conversation with her and hesitated for a moment before telling him that Lianqing had decided to return to Sanlitun tomorrow. This is still the best place, the Fu family.

  But she is a married-out daughter.

  Her current home can only be Lianjia, which is Lian Qing's home.

  Although these words sound very sad.

  But it is reality.

  Lian Qing himself had a strong sense of self-respect and was a scholar, how could it be that after getting married, the couple would often live in his wife's family home?

  Feng Qiu Lian understands this principle, and Old Master Feng also understands it.

  It's understandable, but Old Master Fu is still worried. Subconsciously, he looked at Lian Qing and asked if it was his son-in-law who wanted to go back? Next to him, Fu Zhanqiang had already jumped up and said, "You little white face, you want to go back by yourself, why can't my sister stay in her mother's house for a few more days?"

  "Brother, Father, it's me and my husband who want to go back." Fú Qiūlián looked at the two people from the Fú family with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, pulling Fú Zhǎn back and making him sit down in his chair. "Brother, my husband and I are already married, and our child is about to be born, so why can't we go back to the Lián family? That's where my home is." No matter how unwilling she was to say this, Fú Qiūlián had to show the proper stance and respect in front of Lián Qīng. As for later...

  Who knows what might have happened.

  "Sister, I'm not stopping you from leaving, but you've only been home for a few days. Little white face, how about this: why don't you go back first and let sister stay for a few more days? Then after a while, brother will take you back."

  "Why bother so much? Brother, you've delayed for many days, just focus on your work. I and my husband will return together tomorrow afternoon." After a pause, Fu Qiu Lian comforted the two members of the Fu family again, "Dad, brother, if you miss me, you can come visit me in a few days. Besides, my husband has an exam in a few months, at that time I'll be alone at home and can come back to live with the family."

  "But—"

  Fu Zhanqiang wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Old Master Fu, "Alright, let's leave it at that. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll have someone prepare a carriage for you, and tomorrow afternoon, your brother will send you back."

  "Dad doesn't need to use it, my husband and I can go on our own."

  "Listen to your father on this matter." Old Master Fu pressed down Fu Qiulian's words, turned his head to look at Lian Qing who was standing there with a apologetic face and not making a sound. A hint of sadness flashed across the bottom of his eyes, "Son-in-law, my daughter lost her mother when she was young, I'm afraid she'll suffer, and thinking that she's a girl, I've spoiled her too much. If she did anything wrong, I hope you can be more understanding."

  "Father-in-law, what are you talking about? My wife is very good. She treats me well too." Lian Qing hastily stepped forward and bowed his head in respect, with a sincere expression, "Please don't worry, father-in-law and uncle, I will definitely treat my wife well and won't let her suffer again."

  "You two are fine, and I can rest assured." Old Fu said he was at ease, but under the sky, as long as a father truly loves his daughter, watching her leave home to get married, who can really be at ease?

  Lian Qinghe and Fu Zhanqiang either didn't understand or pretended not to.

  Ke Fu Qiu Lian understood, however.

  She understands and knows, but it's something that can't be said.

  Tugging at Lao Ye's sleeve, Fu Qianlian smiled sweetly, "Daddy, you have to go see your daughter soon, or else I and your grandson will miss you so much." This old man reminded her of the Dean from her past life, who was also kind and gentle, worrying about her affairs with a troubled heart.

  Unfortunately, she ran to this godforsaken place.

  Can no longer support him in his old age and bury him when he dies.

  A dark shadow flashed across her eyes, she turned her head and smiled at Fu Zhanqiang, "Brother, Li Shi and Tiantian, you can let them go back now?"

  "Hmm, I sent them back this morning." Lian Qing glared at him, and Fu Zhan's voice had a hint of reluctance, "I didn't do anything to them, you can rest assured, the two of them are fine."

  It's absolutely impossible to get away with nothing, living should be real, but it must have been through some hardships. Fú Qiūlián and Lián Qīng both understood in their hearts, even when the couple mentioned this topic last night, Fú Qiūlián had clearly told Lián Qīng that if Fú Zhǎnqiáng continued to act like this, the mother-daughter pair would not be able to escape unscathed.

  Being thrown into prison and still thinking of being at home?

  Are you dreaming?

  Back in the house, Lian Qing helped Fu Qiu Lian take a bath, helping her put away her clothes, putting the bathtub in order, testing the water temperature, and arranging the bathing utensils one by one. Lian Qing looked at Fu Qiu Lian with concern, "Or should I stay here to help you?"

  "No, you hurry up and get out. I can handle it myself."

  Fu Qiu Lian's words came out quickly and urgently, her face turned red first, she didn't want a big man to bathe her. At the same time, Lian Qing heard it and let out a sigh of relief, he was also embarrassed.

  He waited until the person came out and stood at the gate of the courtyard, but when he thought about it again, he felt a bit unwell. The girl had refused him so quickly? It seemed like she hadn't even thought about it before chasing him away.

  Smiling wryly and rubbing his nose, okay, for the first time in his life he said he wanted to serve someone, but ended up being rejected...

  Inside the clean room, Fu Qiu Lian was in the bathtub, her face slightly red under the cover of the water vapor. She wasn't feeling disgusted, she was just embarrassed. Although they had been married for several years, this kind of intimate behavior between husband and wife only happened a few times in the first year. Later on, after being diagnosed with infertility, their relationship became even colder due to some misunderstandings. In fact, during this period, Fu Qiu Lian had secretly thanked the baby in her belly several times for being able to get close to Lin Qing again.

  If it weren't for this doll, I'm afraid I would have been forced to roll in the sheets with Lian Qing long ago. My hand gently stroked my belly, which was already close to eight months pregnant. According to modern medical knowledge from my past life, at this stage, the fetus is already a living being.

  She gently splashed water on her belly twice.

  Who knows if the little guy felt comfortable or hot, anyway, with a "dang", he kicked her belly, and it felt like there was a string inside that was being pulled tight, causing a sharp pain.

  She winced and took a deep breath, letting out a low hum.

  Lian Qing, who was outside the bathroom, jumped in his heart, "Wife, what's wrong with you? Are you done washing? Do you want me to come in and help you?" Afraid that Fu Qiu Lian would not be able to wash her face clean, he thought for a moment and added, "Or should I go find Liu Mama instead?"

  "I'm fine, the little guy just kicked me."

  "Then you be careful. When he comes out, I'll hit him and avenge my wife." Lian Qing's words were met with Fu Qiu Lian's dissatisfaction, "You dare, my child is precious, I worked hard for ten months to have him, not for you to hit."

  "This isn't for you to vent your anger, is it?" Lian Qing couldn't help but smile wryly. What he said didn't sound right either? The sage's words were indeed true: "It is difficult to raise only women and small men."

  A head of long hair scattered on her back, her long eyelashes still had a few water vapor, her cheeks were covered with mist and stained, still with some red glow, the plain-faced Fouchun Lian was like a lotus flower in the early water, elegant and not losing that bit of charm.

  Qing's heart skipped a beat, and then his face turned red because his heart was racing so fast, so urgent, that even taking several deep breaths couldn't calm him down.

  "Huh, why is your face so red? Didn't you get heatstroke during the day?" Fú Qiūlián looked at Lián Qīng who hadn't moved for half a moment, his face still flushed, and couldn't help but be startled. She raised her hand to take his pulse, but was quickly dodged by Lián Qīng as he took two steps back. "I'm fine, I didn't get heatstroke. But you, wife, hurry up and go inside, let me help you dry your hair so you can sleep well later."

  "Thanks for your trouble."

  Men, when it's time to work hard, use your strength to work hard.

  Don't be heartbroken.

  Of course, you should be heartbroken when it's time to be heartbroken.

  After all, he is your own man.

  If you don't care about it, who will?

  Shouldn't those women who can't even get on stage be left to worry about it? Just like Fu Qiulian at this moment, sitting in a chair, letting Lian Qing take a white handkerchief to wipe her hair, she leaned lazily against the chair, occasionally praising a few words, Lian Qing's face was red, directly becoming a cooked shrimp.

  "Girl, your hair will be dry soon and you can sleep. You sit here for a while, the breeze blowing through the window is just right, it won't blow too hard to give you a headache. I'll go make you a cup of honey water?"

  "Thank you, sir. You've been busy for half a day, I'll help you pour tea instead." Don't think you can make me go! As soon as Fu Qiulian's words came out, Lian Qing was already shaking his head, "You stay put and don't move, I'll go."

  Actually, Fu Qiulian wanted to drink milk more, but unfortunately, where can you find milk to drink at this ghostly hour? She's now got a little one in her belly, and people say that when you're pregnant, you're stupid for three years. I guess her brain is also muddled right now. The past two days, thinking about it, she could only come up with the idea of honey tea, but was afraid it would be too sweet, so each time she just added a small spoonful. After drinking it for these few days, she actually feels that it's not bad.

  "My dear, drink slowly. I'll recite a book for our child to listen." Unlike the previous two days, every day Fú Qiūlián had to remind him, but after several days, Lian Qing became very conscious and would take out half an hour each day to communicate with the baby in Fú Qiūlián's belly.

  Of course, what he called communication was that he recited books, and then, the baby in Fú Qiūlián's belly quietly listened. Occasionally, Liánqīng would even stop to give an impromptu commentary and explanation to the unborn child. Every time this happened, Fú Qiūlián would look at Liánqīng with a confident expression and feel like she had picked up a treasure.

  In his past life, such a down-to-earth and steady man who is capable and loves his wife must be a treasure. The sound of Lian Qing's deliberate low and gentle reading echoed in her ears, and Fu Qiulian's eyebrows curved upwards.

  This is her husband.

  Belongs to her alone, no one else dares to touch.

  If in the future Lian Qing has a good life, there will be all sorts of women around him, such as concubines and mistresses, and Fu Qiulian quickly flashed a hint of murderous intent deep in her eyes.

  Dare to think of her husband? Think of hitting her father's idea?

  Hum hum, shut the door and release the dog.

  Bite me hard!

  The next morning, Liu's mother appeared in front of Fu Qiu Lian with red eyes, "Miss, I'll help you get dressed and ready."

  "Mom, what's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well again last night? The medicine I gave you doesn't work? It's been four days now, it should be effective by now, didn't it?"

  "The old slave has recovered, slept well at night, and the stomach is no longer bloated - the old slave, the old slave can't bear to part with you, Miss..." Liu's mother said, her eyes reddening, tears falling down. "Miss, you're living comfortably here, what's the point of going back home? I've heard they've already divided the family property, how can they accommodate people? Why don't you discuss it with Master and come back later, hmm, best to stay until the young master is born, and I'll be happy to serve you and the young master..."

  Digression

  Finally updated at 6 o'clock. I'm exhausted. Friends, see how diligent I am and give me some motivation...