nucmednet Chapter 282 Why are you so beautiful?
Chapter 282 Why are you so beautiful?
Fu Ruoshi grew up in a powerful family. He has seen too many intrigues and too much ingratitude. In his opinion, most people are not worth helping because most people, including himself, are greedy.
However, Wen Zhixia inherited her parents' kindness. She is soft-hearted and will help anyone who asks her for help.
"Then how long are you going to control her?" Fu Ruoshi tried his best to control his voice so as not to sound aggressive. "What if she still asks you to tutor her for the college entrance exam? Or asks you to help her fill out her university application? Or counts on you to find a job? Then any Tom, Dick, or Harry will be able to suck your blood from her in the future?"
Wen Zhixia had never done business before, so she wouldn't think as far ahead as Fu Ruoshi and predict all the risks and possibilities. She just thought Qingqing was an optimistic and positive girl, and that helping her out would be a piece of cake.
"But that's your guess. It's not confirmed. The sample is missing."
"Why are there no samples?" Fu Ruoshi asked, "How many poor students have our parents sponsored in the past? How many of them still remember them? How many of them would burn paper for them during festivals?"
After he said that, Wen Zhixia felt it made sense.
Her parents did sponsor many poor students. After they passed away, many of them kept calling their family to ask for tuition. After learning that the couple had passed away, they had no intention of expressing their support and naturally cut off contact.
"Okay, I'll be careful next time." Wen Zhixia nodded, "But I don't think Qingqing is that kind of person. If she really turned into a vampire like you said, my sympathy will be limited."
Fu Ruoshi felt relieved when she said that.
In fact, he had a pretty good impression of Qingqing, and he also knew that if Wen Zhixia hadn't been so enthusiastic and nosy back then, he wouldn't have known her.
Forget it, my wife just has this problem, so just give in to her.
After everyone took a step back, the atmosphere in the room eased a lot.
"But if Qingqing comes to me soon, I will still help her," Wen Zhixia said while eating cake, "This is just a small matter, not as risky as you think."
Fu Ruoshi reached out and wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth. "I'm not afraid of risks. I'll help you take the risks. You don't have to bear the consequences."
"I know, I know..." Wen Zhixia said, "Excessive risk awareness can easily lead to neurasthenia. Stop thinking about it and eat."
After saying that, she served herself a bowl of soup and drank it gulply.
Fu Ruoshi then realized that she had been busy in the kitchen all night, and when she sat down, she even forgot to say "It smells so good", so she began to criticize her.
It's so unfair.
"Let me help you scoop." He saw that Wen Zhixia's bowl was empty and immediately took her bowl with a good attitude. "This beef is delicious. Eat more."
"Be careful!" Wen Zhixia saw him leaning over, with the corner of his clothes almost sticking to the cake. She quickly stood up and pushed the corner of his clothes back.
As a result, the movement was too big and his head hit Fu Ruoshi's chin.
Fu Ruoshi groaned, and his jaw felt numb.
Despite this, he held the bowl firmly in his hand and not a drop of soup spilled.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
When Wen Zhixia looked up, she happened to see Fu Ruoshi looking down at her with burning eyes.
The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters.
The delicate and beautiful little face was filled with panic, with a hint of blush on the cheeks. It caught Fu Ruoshi's eyes, and he couldn't look away for a long time.
"Why are you so beautiful? How come our parents are so good at giving birth?"
He spoke, his tone lamenting.
Wen Zhixia was very close to him. She looked at him in a daze and could almost see the blue stubble on his chin.
Heartbeat.
She lowered her head and was praised by her lover for her beauty. No one could resist this feeling of happiness.
"Eat quickly," Wen Zhixia glared at him, sat back in her chair, and tied her hair. "After you finish eating, try on the tie I bought for you."
While the two were enjoying the steaming hot pot, in the cemetery on the outskirts of the city, paper ashes were flying in the night wind.
Fu Yonglin, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, stood quietly in front of the tombstone.
On the tombstone, a lady with beautiful features and graceful temperament was looking at him with a smile.
"Mom, I'm here to see you."
Fu Yonglin squatted down and threw the paper money and gold ingots he brought into the fire.
"Recently, Fu Keming asked me to take over as the group's administrative director," he recounted softly, as if chatting casually. "I agreed without giving it much thought. I know he wanted me to help Ruo Shi, but that was the purpose of my trip back in the first place."
"But I didn't tell him directly because I didn't want to put pressure on him."
"I saw the girl he married."
"He was very kind to her."
"I envy her."
Gradually, the rain got heavier, drowning out the sound of his voice.
Fu Yonglin burned the items in his hand, packed up his things and left the cemetery.
As he reached the door, he saw a familiar figure.
Zhao Zhengrong.
"Hey? Isn't this Yonglin?" Seeing him come out, Zhao Zhengrong walked up to him enthusiastically, "Yonglin, do you remember me? I'm your Uncle Zhao Zhengrong!"
Fu Yonglin nodded in surprise. "Uncle Zhao, you're here to visit the graves too? Aren't you in the United States?"
"Ah, yes," Zhao Zhengrong laughed awkwardly. "It's the winter solstice, isn't it? I'll come back and give some gold ingots and paper money to my old man and his wife. I hope they can bless me!"
After joining the group, Fu Yonglin also heard about some of the conflicts between the Fu and Zhao families, especially some of Zhao Xiaoning's scraps, and felt that this family had a bad style.
"Then you go ahead and do your work. I'll be leaving first."
Fu Yonglin was about to leave when Zhao Zhengrong called out from behind, "Yonglin, I just came out after finishing my work. Are you free? Let's have a midnight snack together."
"No need, Uncle Zhao," Fu Yonglin said politely, "I have something else to do when I get home tonight. Let's do it next time."
After saying that, he got into the car and left the cemetery gate while Zhao Zhengrong seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Zhao Zhengrong looked at Fu Yonglin's car lights as they drove away, his eyes darkening.
After returning to China, he learned that someone in Jincheng had recently been digging up dirt on the Zhao family.
His first reaction was the Fu family.
Ever since his last attempt to deal with Zhuo Rui failed, Zhao Zhengrong has been hiding in his shell, not daring to offend the Fu family in the slightest.
The reason is very simple. This family is too cruel, especially Fu Keming. He even wants to ruin the company founded by his only son. He is so cruel to his own son. This kind of person is crazier than a mad dog. Whoever provokes him will die.
But this reminded him of another rumor:
Fu Keming won't live long.
In the past few days, Zhao Zhengrong has been trying to find someone inside the Fu family to find out the truth, but he didn't get any useful information. Instead, he unexpectedly found out about Fu Yonglin joining the Fu family.
He knew that Fu Yonglin and Fu Keming had a grudge against each other and had always wanted to pull him into his camp.
When I learned that he was coming to the cemetery tonight, I found an excuse to follow him.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yonglin refused so bluntly, which made him a little confused.
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhengrong made up his mind that if the Fu family was just trying to get some negative information about him to threaten him, he could swallow his anger for the sake of the Zhao family and his son.
But even a rabbit will bite when it is anxious.