Chapter 113 Hongmen Banquet

"All right, Mingming, wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Shen Yue put his hand around Fu Ming's waist and patted it.

Fu Ming walked up to me and hit me on purpose. I stumbled and almost fell. I turned around and Shen Yue held me up.

"Thank you, auntie." I opened my mouth and smiled.

Shen Yue didn't care. She took back her delicate white hands. I wanted to say that it was good to have money. It not only allowed a person to escape the curse of time, but also gave her such good upbringing.

"Let's have dinner at home for the first time. Don't be so formal. Is Ah Jing coming back today?" Shen Yue asked me.

I nodded. "I don't know if he's coming."

"Mom, what did you say to her?" Fu Ming sat down next to Shen Yue. I really can't imagine that they were mother and daughter. The difference was really not ordinary.

"Mingming, mom taught you to be polite since you were little. You were obedient when you were a child. Why are you becoming more and more disobedient as you grow up?" Shen Yue always had an air of character when he kept a straight face.

In my imagination, mother was like Shen Yue.

Fu Ming pouted and glanced at me, unconvinced. "Just her? Not good enough for my manners."

"If you keep doing this, mom will be angry." Shen Yue sat a little further away from fu ming. "The guests are the guests. No matter what you have to do with Chen Qing outside, they are the guests who come to the house today. It's your mother's shame that you are so arrogant."

"Mom..." Even if Fu Ming was reluctant, he still put away the tension with me.

I couldn't help but feel my stomach. I admired Shen Yue for the way he taught our children. It was not like when we were kids, we would be beaten and scolded if we did anything wrong. It was as if all parents followed the practice of filial piety under a set of sticks.

I still remember the scene where I used my dirty hands to hold steamed buns and my mother used chopsticks to hit my hands. How could I spend time talking to you like this? How fast would it hurt to wash your hands?

Shen yue smiled apologetically at me. "Mingming has a bad temper. I already told you about her. Chen Qing, don't take it to heart."

I shook my head and looked at her with admiration. "No."

Fu Shouye came down from upstairs with a few people beside him. It seemed that they were all living in this villa. I didn't know what to call them, so I could only stand aside with a slight chin.

I was afraid that this grand feast was set up for me. I subconsciously looked at the door. Fu Jing had been too busy lately. He must not know what I was going through right now.

As soon as lunch started, Fu Shouye sat down first, and then each of them sat down. I didn't know where to sit. When everyone else was seated, I found a seat on the edge.

"Wait, who are you?" A middle-aged man with greasy hair raised an eyebrow at me.

"My name is Chen Qing." I introduced myself.

"Who's Chen Qing? Do you know any manners? This is where the elders sit."

I took a step back, but Fu Ming was sitting next to Shen Yue, and the other adults were sitting next to the children. Why couldn't I sit at the end of the table?

I saw Fu Ming in the corner of my eye. She covered her mouth and smiled, "Little uncle, she's from the countryside. Don't be too hard on her. Mom said to be tolerant of people who lack manners and manners!"

My face was burning hot. I stood here with so many eyes. I felt like a clown in a circus.

"All right, Mingming." Shen Yue said, and Fu Shouye's eyes swept over her, and she immediately shut up.

It seems that Fu Shouye acquiesced in my being made difficult.

I swallowed and asked with a smile, "Grandpa fu, where should I sit?"

"I don't even know where to sit. Why are you standing here?" The woman next to the greasy man just now sneered, "This is the woman that Ah Jing likes. What kind of woman gives birth to what kind of seed? She has lived in Fu Jing for more than ten years at least. Her taste is still so low, and she is not afraid to embarrass the Fu family."

I clenched my fists. She mocked Fu Jing's mother and Fu Jing, including me and my baby. This woman is so mean!

She continued, "Dad, are you really going to leave the seed in this woman's stomach? Even though it's Fu Jing's child, I'm afraid I'll be born with his mother. Wouldn't it be a waste to stay in our Fu family?"

"All right, Fu Qing, shut up." Fu Shouye said, pointing to a seat as if nothing had happened. "Chen Qing, just sit there."

It's just one seat, and there's so much drama going on. It's really hard for me to imagine what kind of life Fu Jing is living in this family, and what kind of life my child will lead in the future.

I stood still, only one seat away from where I was sitting, which was equivalent to the empty seat I wanted to sit in just now. What did he mean? Tell me, am I separated from their Fu family?

"If I let you sit, I'll give you face. Don't you know how to sit?" Fu Qing added.

I smiled. "Thank you, then."

The way I sat down made me feel humiliated. As soon as my butt touched the chair, a powerful slap grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

I looked up and saw that it was Fu Jing.

"When did my Fu Jing woman want your face?" Fu Jing's face was calm, and the anger in his dark eyes was clearly visible.

Fu Qing threw his chopsticks on the table. "Fu Jing, how did you talk to me? I'm your aunt!"

"Just say yes?" Fu Jing narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Fu qing was so angry that she couldn't speak. She stomped her heels and complained to Fu Shouye, "Dad, look at Fu Jing. He's getting older and younger."

"All right, are you going to eat or not?!" Fu Shouye's thick eyebrows twitched and Fu Qing was startled.

Fu Jing held my hand and said to fu ming, "Get out of the way."

"I won't let you! I want to sit next to mom." Fu Ming hugged Shen Yue's arm.

I don't understand the current situation, and I don't know why fu jing took Fu Ming's place.

Shen Yue patted Fu Ming's hand. "Don't be childish. Let brother and Chen Qing sit here. You sit next to him."

"Mom, I don't want it. I usually sit with you when big brother doesn't come back for dinner." Fu Ming leaned against Shen Yue's shoulder, looking very coquettish.

Without a word, Fu Jing pulled Fu Ming's chair and walked out. Fu Ming screamed and stood up, but she fell to the ground. Shen Yue pulled her up painfully.

Fu ming bristled. "Big brother, are you sick? For a Chen Qing, you deliberately made it impossible for everyone to eat, didn't you? What is she, asking you to stand up for her?"

The sound of a crisp slap made the dining room extremely quiet, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Except for Fu Shouye's angry face, everyone looked at Fu Jing in surprise.