Chapter 114 A Rich Family Has Many Problems

"Fu Jing!" Fu Shouye stood up, blowing his beard and glaring. "I warn you, don't go too far!"

Fu Jing sneered, looking fearless. "Chen Qing is my woman, and the child in her belly is mine. Her surname is fu. You are making things difficult for her. Since grandpa warned me, I will also warn you. Don't go too far."

Fu Jing glanced around and punched fu qing and the greasy man. Their eyes sparkled and no one dared to speak.

"Chen Qing, let's go." Fu jing took my waist and left a mess for the Fu family.

I tilted my head to look at Fu Jing. There was no expression on his cold face. I also wrapped my arms around his waist until none of us spoke in the car.

When I came, I was in uncle fu's car. When I went back, I was in Fu Jing's car. He didn't take me back to the old villa, but went to our house.

He started cooking as soon as he got home. He didn't answer me much when I talked to him.

I was so hungry that I sprawled on the bar and looked at his back and said, "Boss, can I have a plate of food to fill my stomach first? I took my blood on an empty stomach in the morning, and after that, I ate something. After so long, I was already hungry."

Fu Jing turned around and gave me a blank eye. "If you're hungry, you don't know what to say."

"Your face is so smelly, I have to say it. Not only me, but also the baby, they are all scared." I curled my lips in grievance.

He quickly cut a plate of fruit and brought it to me. He untied his apron and sat across from me. He raised his hand and caressed my flat stomach.

Fu Jing's smile was fleeting. "I went back to the Fu family when I was 18 or 19 years old. My mother was pregnant at that time. It was about the same as you are now."

I was slightly surprised. "What about your mother?"

"I don't know." His eyes suddenly turned cold. "Ever since I returned to the Fu family, I haven't seen my mother, nor my brother or sister."

"Why? Your grandfather won't let you see him? Why should I?" I was angry but confused. "He won't admit your mother. He won't even let us meet."

Fu Jing didn't say anything. I knew everything from his eyes.

I looked down at my stomach and said, "That's it. If my child is really a boy, will I not see him again?"

"I won't let you not see our child." He rubbed my hair rudely, and my head involuntarily spun around his palm.

With Fu Jing's promise, I was relieved. "Then your grandfather won't let you go to your mother, won't you?"

"If you can't find her, it's like she's gone." He frowned. "It's been more than ten years. I haven't even heard from her."

This is an exaggeration. How can a good person say that there is no such thing?!

"Where's your dad? Didn't he like your mother?"

Fu Jing had a mocking smile on his face. "He likes his mom and Fu Ming now, and he wants to fight for the Fu shi for Fu Ming."

What a complicated family. "Then your aunt and uncle, and another couple on the table. Who are they?"

"Second uncle and second aunt, second uncle is not in good health, congenital heart disease, and can't be tired. Ever since I came into that house, he didn't talk much because he didn't have an important job in the Fu shi and was often looked down upon by his aunt and uncle."

No wonder they didn't even say a word when they only saw Fu Qing's arrogance.

Fu Jing also told me about their family affairs. His second uncle's name was fu hua and his second aunt's name was min lang. She was a withdrawn painter, and she didn't like to participate in the family affairs of the Fu family. After all these years, although the couple didn't value it, they lived a very leisurely life.

As for fu qing and her husband, Zhang Ye, they just wanted to mess up the house as much as possible. Fu Qing knew exactly what kind of person her father was, but she refused to accept her fate and was still dissatisfied with getting a branch office. She insisted on getting a share of the Fushijituan.

Fu Jing was cooking as he talked. He didn't always talk to me so much, but the more detailed he talked, the better it would be for me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to deal with something like this after today.

"What about fu ming's mother? I always felt that she was different from your aunts."

"You can judge after looking at it for a long time." Fu Jing looked up at me and continued to eat his food.

I shook my head. There were so many rich and powerful families, but when I was a child, I vaguely remembered that when I didn't break up with my grandmother's family, the family was a mess, children often fought, adults often talked more with sticks, and my mother was so angry that she secretly cried several times.

After dinner, I asked Fu Jing if we could go back to the villa. He said I could go back if I wanted to. I smiled. I knew how much power I had as a puppet at the mercy of others. Even if I didn't want to go back, I still had to go back.

"Is Uncle Fu your grandfather's man?"

Fu Jing grunted. "Old housekeeper."

It turned out that I had been monitored for a long time, and the curve of my mouth became bitter. Fu Jing hugged my waist from behind me and whispered in my ear, "There are some things I can't tell you over there, but remember, I love you."

I rubbed my ear against his side face, no wonder he was always weird when he was at the villa.

"Do you mean to keep this child, or is it Fu Shouye's order?" I asked.

"I'll listen to you, but he won't."

I understood him with one word. I remember the days when I was brought to the villa and hated Fu Jing so much that I even thought he was the biggest liar in the world and had seriously tricked me into his trap.

Now that I think about it, I still can't pretend that nothing happened. After all, trust has been broken.

Trust is such a fragile thing. There must be a crack in the healing process. I can't ignore it.

After staying in this house for two or three days, I was usually alone at home. Fu Jing seemed to be too busy at work to finish. Sometimes he would bring work to his house to do it.

When I was alone at home, Lu Buyuan came to the door. When he knocked on the door, I looked through the cat's eye and didn't see anyone, but the door was still knocking. No one paid any attention to me when I asked anyone.

I vaguely felt that something was wrong and called Fu Jing. I was afraid that he would be a burglar like last time.

"I've already called my boyfriend. If you knock like this again, I'll call the police." I shouted at the door.

"Chen Qing, it's me."

The voice was - Lu Buyuan? What is he doing here?

"What are you doing here?" I held the kitchen knife in my hand. If he dared to break in, I would chop him to death.

"Ah Lai, she wants to see Ah Jing. She says it's her dying wish."

I swallowed and my phone rang. It was Fu Jing. He said he was at the entrance of the neighborhood. I didn't answer Lu Buyuan. This should be fu jinglai's answer.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of fighting outside the door. I looked through the cat's eyes and saw that Fu Jing was not far from the road!