kvmb Chapter 357: Old man, take care.
Chapter 357: Old man, take care.
Wen Zhixia's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously looked up and looked at the man in front of her.
Fu Ruoshi also looked at her. His peach blossom eyes, which were usually lively and unrestrained, now looked at her with solemnity and even caution.
"Do you still want me?"
Fu Ruoshi asked.
Until today, Wen Zhixia could not lie to herself. She always loved the man in front of her. However, after going through so many trials, she felt that Fu Ruoshi's love for her was actually much more than she had imagined.
Wen Zhixia stared at him stupidly for a while.
Although she was not a person who cared about appearance, she had to admit that this man's face was something she could never get tired of looking at.
"What will you do if I don't want you anymore?" Wen Zhixia asked him pretending to be serious.
Fu Ruoshi thought about it seriously:
"I would live like a zombie all day long, turning into a work machine. Every day when I open my eyes, I would work until I could no longer work and then fall asleep."
"I will abstain from all women and society equally, until I die of depression..."
After saying that, he looked at Wen Zhixia pitifully.
Wen Zhixia was stunned.
She thought Fu Ruoshi would make a joke and say something funny.
Unexpectedly, what he said actually made sense.
"Oh..." She teased him with a regretful tone, "That's so pitiful..."
"So pitiful???" Fu Ruoshi approached cautiously, "No, ancestor, you don't really dislike me anymore, do you? What do you dislike about me that I can change? Just tell me!"
He is now as sensitive as a rabbit. He has to carefully interpret Wen Zhixia's words and actions at all times, racking his brains and not daring to ignore even the slightest bit.
Wen Zhixia laughed, but she covered her mouth and dared not speak louder. In order to prevent him from making her laugh again, she could only hint to stop him, "I don't like you nagging me all the time, you're so noisy."
"I can only talk to you, okay?" Fu Ruoshi was unconvinced. "Everyone out there says that I, Young Master Fu, am noble and aloof, and concise. I feel tired even if I say one more word to those people!"
Of course Wen Zhixia knew.
She knew very well that Fu Ruoshi's rudeness and poor mouthing in front of her was a strategy to lower his own aggression, as if to say, "Although I may be fierce and beautiful, I am cheap."
In reality, he didn't need to lower it.
In Wen Zhixia's eyes, from the time they got married until now, she didn't think this person was aggressive at all.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have wanted to kill him so much.
Therefore, she became more convinced that she would always be special to this man.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her smiling little face, not knowing what she was thinking, and felt itchy in his heart.
At a time like this, he couldn't have any evil thoughts.
So anxious.
He checked his watch. "There are still six hours until dawn. Do you want to get some sleep?"
Wen Zhixia glanced at him and asked, "Where should I sleep?"
Looking at her mischievous smile, Fu Ruoshi was a little distracted.
Wen Zhixia is not a girl who loves to laugh very much. She often has a cold, melancholy and broken feeling, which makes him feel distressed.
Now being able to make her laugh has become the most fulfilling thing in his life.
Worried that she was too tired, Fu Ruoshi asked her, "Where do you want to sleep? The hotel across the street or our hotel? I'll have someone drive you there."
Wen Zhixia pretended to hesitate for a moment, then pointed at his shoulder and said, "Just sleep here."
An unexpected answer.
Fu Ruoshi felt as if his heart was gently poked.
Jumping around.
"Oh...oh!" Fu Ruoshi moved his shoulders closer to her in fear and trepidation. "Welcome!"
His silly look made Wen Zhixia burst out laughing.
The moment my ear touched his shoulder, all my tiredness disappeared.
But she couldn't bear to leave and wanted to stay with him like this forever.
Fu Ruoshi took her hand and put it in his pocket:
"I love you." He lowered his eyes and kissed Wen Zhixia on her slightly closed eyelashes, "I will love you well."
Wen Zhixia nodded silently.
"understood."
A week later.
Fu Keming's funeral was held in his hometown.
Many people came that day, including the Fu and Song families, as well as employees of the Fu Group, several senior leaders of Jincheng City, overseas Chinese chambers of commerce, and Zhuorui employee representatives.
Although Fu Keming did not start from scratch, he did make great achievements in his life and made great contributions to his family and the group. Therefore, his funeral had to be grand.
When Fu Ruoshi and Wen Zhixia arrived, the auditorium was full of people inside and outside.
As soon as the two got out of the car, they naturally attracted countless gazes.
Apart from the ever-elusive Mr. Fu, everyone is more concerned about his extremely mysterious ex-wife who has never appeared in public.
The moment the driver's door opened, everyone looked at Wen Zhixia——
Wen Zhixia stepped on the ground with black mid-heeled shoes. She was wearing a long cheongsam in ancient Chinese style. The black satin was embellished with dark blue buttons. The elegant tailoring fit her long neck and slender waist, making her figure look elegant and beautiful.
"Wow......"
"Is this Mr. Fu's ex-wife?"
"I heard from Sister Ling that Mr. Fu squatted downstairs day and night for this girl, crying and shouting that he wanted to remarry her!"
"She looks so kind and gentle. Whose daughter is she?"
"I don't know. Mr. Fu protected her very well and didn't release any information about her."
......
Faced with all kinds of gazes, Wen Zhixia lowered her head somewhat awkwardly, quickened her pace, and walked towards the auditorium.
A burst of hurried footsteps followed.
Feeling warm on her back, Fu Ruoshi put his down jacket on her, put his arm around her shoulders intimately, and whispered in her ear, "Why didn't you wait for me? I answered a phone call and you disappeared without a coat. What if you caught a cold?"
The people around couldn't hear what Fu Ruoshi said to her. They only saw the usually aloof and noble young man holding a down jacket, running after his wife, then putting his arm around her shoulder and whispering to her.
The relationship between the two seems to no longer need further explanation.
"Be serious," Wen Zhixia pushed him, "Your dad is watching."
"I just want him to see," Fu Ruoshi said seriously, "Look, you and I are wearing matching outfits."
He was also wearing a full black Chinese suit today, with a black and gold silk belt tied around his drooping trousers. He walked with the wind, looking serious yet unrestrained.
As they were talking, Song Ailing and Fu Yonglin also came over.
"Thanks for your hard work," Fu Ruoshi patted Yonglin's arm. "Thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to handle it all by myself."
"That's not true," Fu Yonglin said, "It's all as it should be. Don't tell me that."
Song Ailing pointed inside and said, "First, go meet those city leaders. You know them all. Then Yonglin will take you to burn incense for your father. For the rest, just follow the procedures."
"She doesn't have to worry about these things, right?" Fu Ruoshi pointed at Wen Zhixia.
Song Ailing said to Wen Zhixia, "Don't be busy, honey. You can go with Yuehan. She will introduce you to some relatives from our family and the Fu family, okay?"
"Is that okay?" Fu Ruoshi looked at Wen Zhixia, "How about you come with me and let them get to know you."
Wen Zhixia thought about it and realized that since she hadn't confirmed her relationship with him yet, it would be awkward to suddenly join their conversation.
"I'll go with Yuehan, you go do your thing," she said to Fu Ruoshi, "We'll keep in touch through our cell phones."
Wen Zhixia followed Fu Yuehan through the rest of the process.
From guests presenting flowers, to delivering eulogies, to farewells to the body, the auditorium was filled with a sad atmosphere.
Wen Zhixia looked in Fu Ruoshi's direction several times. He was standing next to Fu Keming, shaking hands with the guests one by one and expressing his gratitude. His expression was cold and stable from beginning to end, with no obvious sadness or joy, which was also his usual arrogance.
After a few hours, all the guests had left.
Only a few of the Fu family's closest relatives were left at the scene.
"Let's burn some more incense for your father," Song Ailing lit the incense and handed it to Fu Ruoshi, "He will be cremated soon."
Wen Zhixia stood beside Fu Ruoshi and saw him take the incense, kneel in front of Fu Keming's body, look at his portrait, raise the incense stick, and prostrate himself on the ground.
"Old man, take care."
As she knelt down, Wen Zhixia clearly saw a crystal teardrop fall silently onto the gray marble floor...