The nanny was completely stunned. This matter was a bit beyond her understanding.
But Fu Yuan'er already fully understood what was going on.
She smiled and said to the nanny: "Maybe there is something wrong with my mobile phone. I will give you the salary for those days, and you can go and do your work."
The nanny didn't care anymore, said a few words and left.
Fu Yuan'er raised her head and looked upstairs, then walked in.
When she returned to the apartment, the two mothers were drinking tea. The atmosphere was not as tense as she had imagined.
But my mother frowned, as if she was very confused about something.
"Yuan'er, you're back." Ji's mother stood up, "I'll tell you everything I need to say. Mom said it's very late, so I'll go back first."
Fu Yuan'er didn't hold her back, and after sending her out of the door, she returned to her mother.
"I thought you two were going to quarrel." Fu Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu's mother curled her lips, "How could it be? She and I are good friends."
As she said that, Fu's mother sighed softly: "We all thought we could become in-laws, but we didn't expect that Ji Senzhuo would refuse to do so, let alone that he would change his mind now."
"Yuan'er, mom is actually quite happy for you." Fu's mother had tears in her eyes.
Fu Yuan'er's heart felt sour, and she held her mother's arm affectionately. The person who loved her the most was indeed her mother.
Fu's mother coughed twice, "I'm happy because Ji Sendhuo finally realized how good you are. Let me just say, how could anyone not like the daughter I gave birth to?"
Hearing this, a trace of bitterness flashed across the corner of Fu Yuan'er's mouth.
She couldn't help but think of Cheng Zitong, and Yan Yan was right. Cheng Zitong's love for her was his love for her body.
Yan Yan must have seen men being unreasonable and caring towards certain women without asking why, so she came to these strange but true conclusions.
"What do you think?" Fu's mother asked.
Fu Yuan'er shook her head, "My current identity is Mrs. Cheng, what can I think?"
"But I think Ji Senzhuo is sincere this time."
"I was sincere before. Who said sincerity will definitely be responded to?"
Fu's mother patted her comfortingly. How could she not understand the hurt her daughter had suffered?
She also expressed her true feelings to Fu Yuan'er, "My mother was very angry when Ji Senzhuo treated you like that. Later, Cheng Zitong said he wanted to marry you, so I wholeheartedly hope that you and Cheng Zitong can have a good life."
.I don’t want you to be angry, I just want you to live a good life, and be with whoever can give you happiness.”
These words may sound selfish, but as a mother, she can only be selfish when it comes to her daughter's happiness.
"Mom, I have to criticize you," Fu Yuan'er pouted, "How can you tie a woman's happiness to a man? A woman can still be happy without a man."
"That's a woman who doesn't care about love. Ask yourself first, can you be so devoted to love?"
If not, then of course you will be happier with the person you love.
"Mom, it's very late. Let's not discuss this topic, okay? Go to sleep."
She promised, "If I make any decision, I will tell you as soon as possible."
Fu's mother sighed softly, "Go take a bath."
She saw the dark circles under Fu Yuan'er's eyes. She must have been having a hard time these past few days.
"Thank you, Mommy~" Fu Yuan'er blew an exaggerated kiss to her mother and ran into the bathroom.
Fu's mother sat for a while and then went back to her room to get ready for bed. At this time, Cheng Zitong called.
She thought for a moment before picking up the phone.
"Zitong, it's so late, what's wrong?
" she asked.
"Mom, Fu Yuan'er's interview materials were left with me," Cheng Zitong said.
"Why did Yuan'er come back again? Did you have a quarrel?" Fu's mother put it bluntly.
The interview data is not that important and is worth a special call.
Cheng Zitong was trying to find out if Fu Yuan'er had returned to the apartment. He didn't even dare to make an honest phone call, as it would only lead to a quarrel.
"I feel relieved that she is here with you," Cheng Zitong said.
"When can I rest assured that she is at your place?" Fu's mother asked back, then hung up the phone.
Although her tone was calm, her dissatisfaction was very strong.
Cheng Zitong put down the phone and sat motionless on the chair.
Only he himself could feel the panic rising in his heart.
Fu's mother never spoke to him like this. Maybe Fu Yuan'er complained to her, or maybe she already knew about Ji Senzhuo's return.
"Brother Zitong, I have finished all the program files." Ziyin raised his head from behind the desk next to him.
"Brother Zitong, brother Zitong..." She called several times before Cheng Zitong turned his eyes and looked over.
He agreed lightly, without any trace of joy on his face.
But this is the program left by Ziqing, something Cheng Yiming could only dream of.
He once said that as long as the procedures are perfected, he can use this to obtain all Cheng's shares in Cheng Yiming's hands.
"Brother Zitong, are you unhappy?" Ziyin asked.
"Of course I'm... happy," Cheng Zitong nodded slightly, "It's very late. You should go back to your room and sleep. We'll talk about the procedure tomorrow."
"Can I sleep here?" Ziyin looked at him pitifully, "I'm afraid of strange rooms."
Cheng Zitong nodded: "You go to sleep, I have something to do when I go out."
Before she could say anything else, Cheng Zitong stood up and left the room.
Ziyin watched Cheng Zitong leave, lowered his head in despair, and looked at the big bed.
Although the quilt and sheets on the big bed have been smoothed out, many traces can still be seen, and each trace shows how passionately a man and a woman once had sex on this bed...
**
There were very few cars and people on the streets late at night. Cheng Zitong was driving in the cold streets, feeling a little dazed.
The last time he felt this confused was eleven years ago, when someone told him that a girl from the Fu family proposed to Ji Senzhuo in public.
The car stopped on the street. From this angle, you could see the apartment where Fu Yuan'er lived.
She has lived here for five years, and he is already familiar with the pattern of the bedroom curtains.
At this moment, a faint light came from the curtains, and the people in the room must have fallen asleep.
She could sleep well without him.
It's always been like this.
Cheng Zitong sat in the car for a while and was about to put down the seat. He would make do with it here tonight.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the corner of his eye.
Fu Yuan'er.
Almost without thinking, he opened the door and got out of the car, but saw a car drive up to her, she got in the car and left.
That car was very ordinary and unfamiliar. It was probably the online car-hailing car she ordered.
The car drove directly to the hospital.
Ji Sendhuo had already greeted the nurse, so she arrived at the ward quickly.
"It's so late and you don't want to rest?" Fu Yuan'er convinced him. He said on the phone that he had found some clues and insisted on letting her come over now.
“The server that sent the message could not be found,” Ji Sendhuo said, “but they captured traces of the signal and it was sent from this location.
"
He showed her the electronic map positioning.
Fu Yuan'er was stunned and understood why he insisted on calling her over.
Because of this positioning, I booked the Cheng family villa...
This once again proved her suspicion of Zi Yin.
But she didn't intend to tell Ji Senzhuo this and hinder his recovery.
She just said: "Cheng Zitong has many enemies in the Cheng family, and almost everyone in the Cheng family dislikes him."
Ji Senzhuo was stunned: "Then wouldn't it be very dangerous for you to be in the Cheng family?"
"They hate him, and at most they are trying to drive him out of the Cheng family. What else do you think they will do?" Fu Yuan'er looked at him funny.
Of course, she also saw the worry in his eyes.
But she didn't know how to face it, so she could only turn a blind eye.
"Don't worry, I will find out who did it." She continued.
"How do you figure it out?" Ji Senzhuo asked.
"I live in the Cheng family now. It's not difficult to know who did it."
"Yuan'er, I...I'm worried that you will be in danger." The worry in his eyes became even deeper.
"It will be okay. Cheng Zitong also wants to find this person. He will help me."
Hearing this, Ji Senzhuo's eyes obviously darkened.
Fu Yuan'er pursed her lips and said, "It's very late. You should rest quickly. I'll stay with you and wait until you fall asleep before leaving."
She sat down beside the hospital bed.
Ji Senzhuo said nothing more and closed his eyes obediently.
Fu Yuan'er looked at the night outside the window and thought to herself, it seemed that she still had to go back to Cheng's house, and she did so as if nothing had happened.
Ziyin, it's definitely not as simple as it seems.
Why did she send these text messages to hurt Ji Sendhuo, and what benefits would she get?
And the content of those text messages doesn’t look like it could have been written by someone with a compromised IQ.
And why did she kill the rabbit but frame it for the nanny and drive the nanny away?
Fu Yuan'er wanted to clear up all kinds of questions.
She could only figure it out by getting close to Ziyin.
As the night progressed, the hospital became completely quiet.
Cheng Zitong sat in the car and stared at the entrance of the hospital building.
At this point in time, it’s time to come out.
Another point in time passed, and this time it was time to come out.
A figure finally appeared at the entrance of the building.
But it's not Fu Yuan'er.
Since he came so late, it seems that he will stay with him in the ward and will not come out until dawn.
Cheng Zitong's hands tightly grasped the steering wheel.
Suddenly, he closed the car window, started the car and left without looking back.
For several days, Fu Yuan'er did not return to Cheng's house.
This time should be calculated from the day Cheng Zitong returned to Cheng's house.
When he came back that afternoon, he brought back Zi Yin, not Fu Yuan'er.
"Zitong, where is Yuan'er?" When he returned home this evening, Murong Jue couldn't help but ask.
"She is busy with the newspaper office these days and has no time to come back." Cheng Zitong said quietly.
"The newspaper office is busy?" Cheng Muying chuckled: "Are you busy taking care of people for the newspaper office, or are you busy accompanying the newspaper office in the hospital?"
Murong Jue frowned: "I heard that Yuan'er has been in the hospital these days. Who is she taking care of?"
"Besides an old lover, who else deserves a woman to take such care of her?" Cheng Muying looked at Cheng Zitong proudly.
Let him often deliberately show affection in front of them, but now he is slapped in the face by the fact.