There was movement downstairs, and someone pushed open the door and entered.
The visitor was wearing a dark suit, carrying the cold night wind, and seemed to be coming in a hurry through the thick night.
It's Fu Xizhou.
When he walked in and looked up, he saw several servants standing at his grandma's door upstairs, their long legs moving faster.
He took three steps and two steps to reach the door, and the servants gave way one after another.
The only person standing in front of him was Fu Qingyu, who stood like a god with cold authority.
"My family sent me a text message saying that grandma refused to eat. What happened to you?"
Fu Qingyu slowly raised his dark eyes, and like the endless night, a heavy feeling of oppression followed.
He was about to open his mouth to explain, but the door that had been closed for a long time was suddenly opened.
Mrs. Fu stretched out her hand from the crack in the door, grabbed Fu Xizhou's arm, and forcibly pulled him in.
The door opened naturally. Fu Qingyu raised his hand to press against the edge of the door and followed him in sideways.
inside the room.
Mrs. Fu's face was gloomy, but because she hadn't eaten for several meals, her lips looked pale, which was worrying.
"Grandma, why don't you eat?" Fu Xizhou's brows furrowed slightly, his dark eyes filled with worry as he scanned Grandma's face.
Originally, Madam Fu was quite old and pampered. She couldn't even take a shower, so how could she still be hungry for several meals?
But Mrs. Fu didn't look at him much. Her eyes were so sharp that she seemed to be able to eat people, and she passed him and fell behind her.
He was looking at Fu Qingyu and didn't speak.
It was as if he was waiting for Fu Qingyu to admit his mistake before he opened his mouth.
Fu Xizhou rarely sees grandma like this, and has never threatened her health. He is probably really angry.
I had no choice but to turn my head and ask my eldest brother calmly: "Brother, why is grandma vomiting at you?"
Fu Qingyu's lips moved slightly, about to make a sound.
The grandma behind him rushed to speak again: "In your brother's heart, there is no such family, and there is no grandma like me."
In this case, she might as well starve to death.
Fu Xizhou lowered his eyes slightly, but still faced his elder brother. He wanted to hear his explanation more.
Fu Qingyu's expression remained unchanged and he opened his lips: "I don't want to have a family dinner."
Fu Xizhou's brows furrowed. Before he could speak, his grandmother's angry voice sounded behind him: "What's wrong with having a family dinner? It's not just for you alone. There are also Xizhou and Shengsheng. They have been married a long time ago.
I haven’t officially introduced him to my relatives yet.”
As he said that, he thought of those little sweet grandsons and granddaughters again, and said in a softer tone: "There are also Xiaozhou, Xiaobao, Xiaoshi and the others. Don't they all need to be formally introduced?"
Fu Qingyu looked at his grandma calmly, without any ripples in his eyes, but with a hint of elegance.
Fu Xizhou saw some clues and was not in a hurry to say anything. He followed his elder brother and waited for grandma to say more.
The two grandsons obviously did not communicate in advance, but they tacitly stood on the same line. This made Mrs. Fu a little confused and didn't know whether she should be happy or not.
The corner of her mouth moved, and then she said: "Since it's a family dinner, your parents will naturally take it back."
When she mentioned her son Fu Ting and daughter-in-law Bai Hui, the eye lines on her forehead seemed to have added two lines, and the dusty old things in her heart swept over her, making her want to sigh.
Fu Ting has been traveling abroad for many years, and no one knows what kind of business he does. No one in his family knows.
He went home only a handful of times, but Shenlong never saw the end of his family. He didn't know, but he thought there was something in the Fu family that he was afraid of, and he was afraid of staying at home for a few more days.
Her daughter-in-law Bai Hui gave her even more headaches. She did not return to the Fu family for many years, and instead seemed to have a blood feud with the Fu family.
Last time she almost got into trouble with her beloved grandson-in-law.
How does this home look like home?
Finally, the eldest grandson Fu Qingyu came back from the dead. The great news was enough to heal all the grievances and grievances among the family.
That's why Mrs. Fu wanted to take this opportunity. First, she wanted to tell the world that the eldest son of the Fu family was still alive, so that those thieves who wanted to get their hands on the Fu family's property in the dark would give up as soon as possible.
The second is to let those onlookers who are waiting for the sudden death of the second son of the Fu family and think that the Fu family has no successors, take a good look.
Her Xizhou family is not only living well, but also married to a kind-hearted and capable granddaughter-in-law. She even gave birth to three grandchildren. The Fu family is already a happy family with four generations living under one roof.
Third, I also want my son and daughter-in-law, even if they can't get along with fellow practitioners, to sit at the same table in peace and harmony, at least to make the Fu family lively and lively once they have been deserted for so many years.
In this case, even if she dies, she can rest in peace.
The two Fu brothers had calm eyes, as if they were not talking about their parents.
Being too calm is a bit abnormal.
"It is impossible for our father and mother to sit at the same table. It is impossible for them to attend the family dinner."
Fu Qingyu answered even more indifferently, directly condemning grandma's thoughts to death: "Unless there is an afterlife, they will be in the same frame."
"I don't believe it, your mother doesn't want to see you!" Mrs. Fu answered: "What mother is so cruel, even if she didn't raise you or come to see you when you were a child, you are..."
You have died and been reborn. No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless you are, you are your biological son after all. How could you not want to come and see you?
Of course, she couldn't say this in front of Fu Qingyu, as if she meant to take advantage of him.
For him to come back alive is already the best gift from God to the Fu family. How dare you have other extravagant hopes.
But this is indeed a rare moment in a lifetime.
Mrs. Fu's heart has gone through many vicissitudes of life, and she has so many sufferings that she has no place to express her feelings.
The words pierced her heart, and Mrs. Fu's wrinkled eyes turned red.
Fu Qingyu's brows were finally filled with a hint of heartache, his throat moved slightly, and his voice became gentler: "I can understand grandma's intention, but it's not the best time now, wait a little longer
I will give you an answer in due course after discussing it with Xizhou."
Perhaps I have lived as Mr. Chen for so long that I almost forgot how to communicate with those close to me.
His brows furrowed even more tightly, and he noticed that his words were a bit harsh, but he didn't know how to change them.
He simply turned around and left. Since Xizhou was there, he felt relieved.
"Brother." Fu Xizhou called.
But she still couldn't stop him from leaving, so she could only watch him push open the door and leave.
As the door closed, Mrs. Fu patted the edge of the chair heavily, her brows suddenly filled with worry, and her eyes dimmed.
The person's upright and immortal back suddenly collapsed, slowly hanging down.
Fu Xizhou looked uncertain on the surface, but he also felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
He walked towards his grandma, half-crouched in front of her, raised his dark eyes, and countless sparks gradually lit up.
"Grandma, eldest brother and I both understand your intention. You want to see the Fu family well."
Mrs. Fu's eyes fell slowly and deeply. It was rare to see him so gentle, and there was a hint of warmth in her heart.
I couldn't help but show my fragile side: "Grandma has a few more years to wait."