Every time I think about going back to our home, I am full of anticipation.
You all know my situation. I never thought that the word "home" could also apply to me.
When I think of that word, a concrete picture really comes to mind——
Shen Yan, the child who is about to be born.
Even if I still have to deal with the people on the shelves later, I am not afraid at all.
It's a bit embarrassing to say that every time I think about going back to my old house, I cringe.
Those endless quarrels, words repeated every time, I really don’t want to experience that situation again.”
Thinking of those people, Fang Yin's mind began to empty out.
As his friend, how could Song Nan not understand Fang Yin?
Although after he made such achievements with the Fang Group, he did have enough confidence to deal with those people.
But the shadow left by him since childhood, the death of his mother, everything was related to those people, so how could he let it go?
And those people would laugh and invite him home for dinner every time, euphemistically calling it "one family can communicate more."
But what actually brought Fang Yin was endless pain.
"After we and Shen Yan had a home together, even though I would occasionally get involved in such entanglements, I felt confident.
It means that no matter what difficulties I go through outside, there will always be someone waiting for me when I go back.
She will soothe my scars, she will understand my pain and hurt me.
And Shen Yan has been telling me that even if there is no way to completely cut off the relationship with them, it doesn't matter.
Take your time."
After listening to Fang Yin's words, Song Nan yearned for such a situation.
How he wished he could meet such a woman who would stand firmly behind him no matter what.
He knows that the outside world's requirement for men has always been to be a shelter from wind and rain.
But for people like them who come from a family background, sheltering from the wind and rain has never been a priority for the family.
They also rarely own their own homes.
After adulthood, what I face every day is endless communication and temptations among elders.
It's like selling your own goods in the market.
Strive to maximize the interests of your own children and generate maximum profit for your company or group.
Song Nan lived a slightly more comfortable life than those people, also because he had a brother above him to support him.
If it weren't for his elder brother, he wouldn't know where he would be now.
And he is luckier than those people. His father and mother can at least respect him.
Maybe this respect is nothing to ordinary people, but it is very important to a family like theirs.
"Okay, I was drinking with you today, but in the end I was the one doing the talking."
Fang Yin drank all the water in his hand.
"Although I feel like I deserve a beating for saying something like this now, Gao Xue is not the only woman, right?
Sooner or later you will meet someone you like more, and by then you may no longer suffer from today's pain.
Time will dilute everything, you have to believe this."
Song Nan smiled bitterly twice and finished the wine.
But does what he really wants is for time to dilute everything?
Does he want that woman to forget him?
The answer is obvious.
But now he is not sure whether he will stick to this answer as time goes by.
"Let's go, you've had enough to drink, go back."
After Liang Jing discharged Fang Zhengting from the hospital, she was trapped in her old house.
Apart from occasionally going out for afternoon tea with those rich ladies, she really couldn't find any reason to go out.
Even though he and Fang Zhengting were well aware of each other's situation, they still couldn't go too far right under his nose.
I just didn't expect that between the two of them, Fang Zhengting would be the first to mention Liang Zhong.
"How are you and your little boyfriend doing?"
Fang Zhengting asked casually as he flipped through the newspaper.
"You haven't seen him for so long, wouldn't he have any objections?"
Liang Jing was fiddling with her embroidery hands.
Then she smiled and asked, "Why do you ask so suddenly?
Could it be that those female students you keep outside are causing trouble?
I've told you a long time ago that people shouldn't be too greedy.
Many of your female students know each other, and when they get into trouble, it's really disturbing."
"Why do you care so much about me?"
Fang Zhengting shook the newspaper, feeling very unhappy.
He just recently said that his health has not recovered and he is staying in his old house.
Otherwise, those female students would really annoy him to death.
He didn't know where those young people got so much energy!
It's noisy every day.
Obviously he gave everyone so much bag and money.
In the end, he was still worried and kept making trouble one after another, trying to prove that he was the one he liked the most.
"How dare I care about you?
You are Mr. Fang from the Fang family, what about me?
I am just dependent on your Mrs. Fang."
Liang Jing's hands kept moving.
She seemed to have suddenly become interested in embroidery recently. Every time Fang Zhengting saw her, she was embroidering something with an invisible pattern.
"If you really mean what you say, then you won't dare to go out to find young men, right?"
Fang Zhengting sneered. He had never thought that his wife was a soft persimmon.
"Isn't it because you are not at home often and you are looking for young women outside, so you are not allowed to go out to look for men?"
Liang Jing feels very relaxed now.
In front of Fang Zhengting, he was not as trembling as before.
Sometimes, only when you realize that you don't love this man can you relieve yourself of the heavy burden.
Fang Zhengting, on the other hand, felt that Liang Jing looked more attractive like this.
What does it mean to be submissive every day?
"But you'd better restrain yourself and don't let your precious son know that you are messing with his classmates."
Liang Jing rolled her eyes and placed the embroidery in her hand on the table.
"Then Mr. Fang had better take care of his lower body.
The doctor quietly told me that you should not mess around in the past month, otherwise your body will never be able to make up for its depletion."
The embarrassment flashed across Fang Zhengting's face, and he also understood that he had been a little too presumptuous in these years.
"...You don't need to tell me."
"Think of good intentions as a donkey's liver and lungs. I'm going out this afternoon."
Since Fang Zhengting took the initiative to bring up this matter, there was no obvious objection?
Then why didn't Liang Jing seize this opportunity to go out and meet her little boyfriend?
She, Liang Jing, didn't mess around to the point of depleting her body, so why should she be locked up in this old house?