Rong Shu sat in Fu Jingting's car, speechless the whole way.
Soon, we arrived at the Fu family's old house.
Mrs. Fu lives in the suburbs. She likes to be quiet. She often worships Buddha and offers incense. She has only a few women to look after her.
From a distance, Rong Shu heard the old lady coughing.
"Go and stand at the door." The old lady's face was pale and she seemed to be in poor health. She first said coldly to Fu Jingting, and then took Rong Shu into the room inside.
"I didn't expect that such a big thing would happen when I came back not long after I left. Shushu, you are too impulsive."
Rong Shu knew that the old lady was talking about her divorce from Fu Jingting.
Slowly walked forward and held the old lady's cold hand as usual. She smiled slightly and said, "Old lady, you should be happy for me. I can finally be myself, right?"
The old lady complained slightly and called Fu Jingting outside the door. She turned her head and felt a little sad: "A Ting, this kid is stupid. He missed such a good wife like you. As a result, you now call me 'Old Madam' so politely."
Called."
Rong Shu was startled, and her eyes filled with warmth: "Grandma."
The old lady patted the back of her hand, "Shu Shu, I have seen your feelings for Jing Ting all these years. Can you really let it go?"
"I have no choice but to let go." Rong Shu felt sour in her heart. What could she do if she didn't let go? Enough was enough.
The old lady hugged her and patted her back gently to comfort her: "Grandma doesn't blame you for your divorce from Jing Ting. I know that sooner or later such a day will come. It's A Ting who is not so lucky."
Rong Shu quietly leaned in the old lady's arms.
In the past few years in the Fu family, the old lady was the only person who showed kindness to her.
Wang Shuqin and Fu Jinglin didn't dare to mess around when the old lady was around, and they always had to be cautious. She had long regarded the old lady as a relative.
Rong Shu did not regret the divorce, but it was a bit regretful that she could not fulfill her filial piety by her filial side.
"Shu'er, I've seen this kid Jing Ting since he was a kid, and I know his temperament. If one day he saves you, will you come back?"
The old lady couldn't bear to part with such a good grandson-in-law, so she naturally hoped that the two of them would be together in the future.
But Rong Shu was not naive. She knew that the only one who could soften Fu Jingting's attitude was Gu Manyin, not her.
Rong Shu twitched the corners of her lips, "But grandma, he doesn't like me. I should have understood six years ago."
The old lady also realized something, and her face became gloomy and silent.
"Grandma, no matter whether I am your granddaughter-in-law or not, I am still the Rong Shu who respects you." She stretched out her hand to touch the old lady's hair and smiled, "You should always be happy and take good care of yourself.
Okay, don’t worry about anything else.”
Fu Jingting stood quietly outside.
He knew the bond between Rong Shu and the old lady.
Although he has not liked Rong Shu these years, he cannot deny that Rong Shu treats the old lady very well, no worse than his own children.
Even if Wang Shuqin and Fu Jinglin were not nice to her, she had always taken care of them.
After learning that Gu Manyin's car accident was caused by Rong Shu, Fu Jingting felt disgusted, but seeing that she really treated the old lady sincerely, he chose to let her go.
It can be regarded as the last mercy for her.
After a long time, the two people in the house came out.
"Shu'er, when you have time in the future, please come and visit me as an old woman often. I'm afraid I don't have a few more years to live."
"Grandma, what are you talking about? You want to live a long life. I will come to see you often."
At this time, Fu Jingting took a step forward: "I'll drive you off."
Rong Shu refused distantly: "No, someone will pick me up." She turned around and walked towards the black Maybach that had already arrived.
Fu Jingting's eyes were heavy, it was Lu Qi and the male model.
The heartwarming scene of the three of them talking and laughing is inexplicably eye-catching.
The old lady coughed a few times and was a little out of breath: "I am old, and I can no longer take care of your affairs, but Ating... I hope you will not regret it one day."
The old lady, who had always loved him very much, was extremely disappointed in him and did not want to look at him again, so she went back with the help of the servant.
Fu Jingting stood alone at the door with a cold expression.
