Chen Feng went to talk to Mr. Fu, but Fu Zhao found an excuse and didn't go in.
She asked Liangsui to call a maid over and find out everything that happened in Gao Zicen's yard.
She was so angry that she laughed, but she didn't expect that Fu Qingxin hated her so much. Fu Qingxin even gave up the pure and decent image he always maintained, just to accuse her of indiscretion.
As for Cong, she was indeed knocked unconscious by Fu Qingxin's anger.
Fu Zhao's eyes were heavy, Fu Qingxin should pay the price for everything she had done.
After Chen Feng and Mr. Fu said goodbye, Mr. Fu personally saw him off.
When Chen Feng walked out of the house, he immediately saw Fu Zhao standing under the eaves with his back to him.
Chen Feng's narrow eyes narrowed. He always felt that there was a bit of hatred and loneliness in Fu Zhao's back.
He didn't want to see Fu Zhao like this, so he quickly stepped forward, not caring that Mr. Fu was right behind him, and naturally took Fu Zhao's hand.
Fu Zhao struggled shyly at the beginning, but now he is very accustomed to Chen Feng's hand.
She took a step toward Chen Feng, raised her face, and asked, "Are you leaving?"
Chen Feng nodded.
Fu Zhao then said to Mr. Fu who was following behind: "Father, my daughter will come to see you next time. Father, there is no need to send her off. Please stay."
"Okay, come back often." Master Fu said happily.
He felt more and more that among his children, Fu Zhao was the most promising and the one who was most in line with his wishes.
But he couldn't help but think of Fu Shaowen, his only legitimate son.
If Fu Shaowen was still here, he would definitely accomplish a lot.
Mr. Fu sighed quietly and muttered: "God is jealous of talents!"
Fu Zhao asked: "What did father say? I didn't hear clearly."
Master Fu smiled bitterly, patted Fu Zhao on the shoulder and said, "It's Lantern Festival, remember to come home and have a look."
When he mentioned Lantern Festival, Fu Zhao's shoulders shook, his smile couldn't be held back anymore, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
She lowered her eyes and said calmly, "I understand."
Fu Zhao and Chen Feng went out.
After getting on the carriage, Chen Feng hesitated for a moment. Although it might be rude, he still asked: "What day is Lantern Festival?"
When Fu Zhao heard about Lantern Festival, he had a big reaction.
If Fu Zhao hadn't lowered his head, he might have been able to see Fu Zhao's moist eyes.
Lantern Festival is definitely a bad day for Fu Zhao, and Chen Feng wants to know everything about Fu Zhao.
Fu Zhao couldn't help but tighten her fingers, and she tried to keep her tone calmer, "Lantern Festival is the anniversary of my brother's death."
Chen Feng was silent.
Fu Zhao secretly felt sad for a while. Chen Feng remained silent. She felt strange and looked towards Chen Feng.
I saw Chen Feng's hands clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging due to the exertion.
Fu Zhao was startled, rushed over, opened Chen Feng's fingers with all his strength, and said anxiously: "Don't do this, your hands will be injured!"
Chen Feng obediently spread his palms. There were deep red marks on his palms, but fortunately they were not injured.
"No matter how unhappy you are, you can't hurt yourself like this!" Fu Zhao lectured Chen Feng unceremoniously.
At this moment, she only regarded Chen Feng as a disobedient child, not the majestic heir apparent of Dingbei Hou Mansion.
After finishing speaking, Fu Zhao realized that his words might have offended Chen Feng.
"I said the wrong thing." Fu Zhao muttered, and wanted to retreat further away from Chen Feng.
Chen Feng hugged Fu Zhao with his arms and asked Fu Zhao to sit down next to him.
Chen Feng buried his head in Fu Zhao's neck, "I like it very much... When the eldest brother was still there, they only cared about him... No one had ever cared about me like this... Later, my mother and eldest brother left, and my father just wanted to
Let me grow up quickly and never care whether I am injured or not..."
Chen Feng's breath spat on Fu Zhao's neck, making Fu Zhao itch.
Listening to Chen Feng's heartfelt words, Fu Zhao felt sad.
It turns out that Chen Feng, who seems to not care about anything and is strategizing, also has times when he is so fragile.
Fu Zhao grew up being loved by the Fu family and could not understand Chen Feng's fragility firsthand.
But her eyes became wet because of Chen Feng's heartfelt words.
She took the initiative to hold Chen Feng's shoulders and coaxed Sister Yi in a coaxing tone: "They just love you in a different way... They are the closest people to you, and they must all want to make you better...
"
But it's often the people closest to you who hurt the most.
Chen Feng raised his head and left Fu Zhao's neck.
His face was calm and there was no hint of vulnerability.
Fu Zhao would have thought that everything just now was her imagination.
Chen Feng looked at Fu Zhao's confused and innocent wet eyes, and his heart almost melted.
He pinched Fu Zhao's cheek in a good mood, "What are you thinking about?"
Fu Zhao dodged, "It's nothing."
She quietly and slowly rested her head on Chen Feng's shoulder, and her relationship with Chen Feng seemed to be getting closer.
*
Today is the day to go back to her parents' home, and Mr. He also has to go back to his home as usual.
Originally, Chen Xin wanted to go with him, but the child suddenly developed a high fever, and Chen Xin was unwilling to go to He's house with He. He wanted to guard his son.
He almost pointed at Chen Xin's nose and cursed, "If you let me go back alone, what will they think of me then? How can I hold my head up?"
Not to be outdone, Chen Xin said: "If you hadn't made the decision without permission and taken him to his mother, how could he have gotten sick? I'm just a son, how could I leave with peace of mind?"
He gritted his teeth, "Do you think I can't give birth to a son?"
Chen Xin said contemptuously: "What else? If you could have given birth, you would have given birth long ago! I wouldn't have been criticized for several years!"
Ms. He was so angry that she couldn't speak. There was a cramping pain in her chest.
When Yun Xiang saw He's face turned pale, he hugged He quickly.
Yun Xiang also wanted to cry. In the past few days, she had been worried that Mr. He would be so angry that he would faint or even die from anger.
"Young master, don't go if you don't want to go. The carriage is ready, so why don't you go back first? The master and his wife at home must be waiting for you." Yin Xiang advised.
If he returns to the He family, Mrs. He will definitely help Mr. He with advice.
Listening to Yun Xiang's words, Chen Xin said: "If you want to go, go quickly, I won't go anyway."
After saying that, Chen Xin walked away.
Mrs. He was angry for a while, but after she recovered, she got into the carriage and went back to He's house alone in frustration.
The carriage stopped at the door of He's house. He carefully wiped away her tears and put on heavy makeup.
He looked carefully in the mirror and asked Yin Xiang, "Can you still tell that I cried?"
"No, and even if they find out, the master and his wife will only feel more sorry for you, and maybe they will help you find a way." Yin Xiang said.
He shook his head, "I don't want everyone to know about such a shameful thing."
