Chapter 167 Call Me Fu Sichen

Yan Luoman also expressed his gratitude to Ling Xiancheng who was standing in front of the stage: "Thank you, boss."

Ling Xiancheng raised his head slightly and smiled gently, "Aren't you afraid that the old lady will give you trouble later?"

"Let's wait until she takes care of the old man first!"

Ling Xiancheng: "Aren't you afraid that others will talk about Fu Zining being stupid behind his back?"

Yan Luoman winked playfully: "Of course I can't let my son be questioned!"

Then she lowered her head and said to Fu Zining: "The show is over, it's your turn to perform the next one."

Fu Zining hugged Yan Luoman's waist, refusing to let go. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with reluctance to leave.

"Crack!"

Yan Luoman looked over and saw that it was Ye Yaxin taking a photo.

Ye Yaxin blinked and smiled: "What a loving mother and filial son!"

Yan Luoman also laughed, "Do you still dare to snatch my project now?"

"I dare not! I dare not offend the future heir of the Fu family." Ye Yaxin joked.

Fu Zining finally let go of Yan Luoman, and with the help of the servants, he straightened his clothes and washed his face.

Everyone took their seats one after another.

The host speaks.

Mr. Fu delivered a speech.

Every gathering of the Fu family is very Chinese style, especially today when Chinese New Year is approaching. Everyone sits around the round table, and it really looks like everyone in City A is one family.

The waiter served the food and the performance began on the stage.

The music is ringing.

Fu Zining walked slowly to the center of the stage holding the microphone.

Under the spotlight, he was wearing a well-tailored little evening dress, standing straight, cute yet dignified. It was obvious from a young age that he would grow up to be as handsome as Fu Sinian.

Yan Luoman seemed to see the young Fu Sinian through him, and her maternal love overflowed once again.

Under Yan Luoman's encouraging gaze, Fu Zining sang an Arabic song with clear pronunciation.

Many people took out their mobile phones to record the video.

Some were amazed at how talented he was at such a young age.

Of course, some people wanted to record it to see if he had been misled again and learned the wrong language.

When the song ended, everyone applauded.

Fu Zining held the microphone, his face rosy and his eyes shy. He spoke clearly: "This is the Arabic that my father Fu Sinian taught me. My father is very good. He is not stupid at all. He just didn't meet a mother who would do anything for him and a father who has courage. I am very lucky to have met both. I am Fu Sinian's son, Fu Zining, and I am very happy to meet you all!"

He finished speaking sincerely and emotionally, then bowed politely to everyone.

Fu Zining's words once again sparked discussion among the crowd.

"I've heard before that the old lady has always been dissatisfied with her daughter-in-law. Since the lady came into the family, she has hardly appeared in various important occasions."

"You think that Fu Sinian might have encountered the same situation as Fu Zining today? The old lady actually deliberately found someone to teach Fu Zining the wrong knowledge. It is possible that Fu Sinian's ignorance was caused by the old lady alone."

"Is the old lady's brain not working? They are all descendants of the Fu family, how could they do such an illogical thing?"

"Fu Zhuohao is too much of a mama's boy. To use the old saying, he is a coward. How could he watch his son being ruined?"

"You said, Fu Zhuohao was determined to marry his wife, but in the second year of marriage he had an illegitimate child, Fu Yuanhong. Isn't this a voluntary derailment?"

"This is the old lady's handiwork! Last time when Fu Sinian came home, didn't the old lady also arrange for Liang Shiluo to live next door?"

"Isn't the Fu family's water too deep?"

……

All these discussions reached Mr. Fu's ears.

The Fu family's reputation once again hit rock bottom.

The banquet ended in a moment of calmness as the old man passed.

Another good show.

Everyone is welcome.

Yan Luoman, Fu Sinian, Fu Zining, and Old Mrs. Fu were all called to Mr. Fu’s study.

Mr. Fu's face turned pale and he asked coldly, "Whose idea was it today?"

Yan Luoman raised his hand, showing no intention of dodging at all.

"Don't you know how to tell me in private? Don't I know how to solve it?" Mr. Fu was a little agitated.

Yan Luoman said calmly: "Helping Fu Zining is one thing, I also want to help Fu Sinian clear his name."

Fu Sinian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said nothing.

"Then you're going to use the Fu family's reputation to cleanse it? Does he still need to cleanse himself? Being unlearned is one thing, but are you wronged by the asshole things he's done over the years?"

Yan Luoman: "Every effect has its cause. It is because you turned a blind eye to these things that led to today's situation. Since you want to minimize everything, I can only make sure that you can't minimize it. I won't stay in your Fu family for long. If no one pays attention to Fu Zining after I leave, he will only become the second Fu Sinian in a dozen years. Who will you blame then? Fu Zining for not making progress? Or his mother for having bad genes? Or his father for not teaching him well?"

Yan Luoman asked several questions in a row.

The old man was speechless for a moment.

The old lady blushed and said, "Don't be so rude! Is this the right place for you to talk?"

Yan Luoman raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Compared to you, I have a say. You are disrespectful to the elderly and even dare to tamper with the education of children. How dare you speak?"

Mr. Fu glanced at the old lady calmly, his eyes full of disappointment, and his tone was also full of disappointment: "You have been saying that the fortune of the Fu family was affected by Fu Sichen's mother, so it went downhill. Now it seems that you have been behind me, what is your purpose? Do you have a grudge against my Fu family?"

"I didn't!" the old lady said reflexively.

"Then Fu Sinian doesn't have your blood flowing in his veins? Why can you treat Fu Sinian and Fu Yuanhong so differently?"

Mr. Fu never dared to look Fu Sinian in the eye from beginning to end.

Fu Sinian didn't listen any more and turned and left the study.

The moment the door closed, Mr. Fu looked at the back, and for the first time, guilt towards Fu Sinian appeared in his eyes.

The old lady couldn't explain anything.

Mr. Fu seemed to have aged a lot at this moment.

Fu Zining took the initiative to walk forward and silently leaned against the old man.

Tears welled up in Mr. Fu's eyes.

Let Yan Luoman and the old lady leave.

The two walked out of the study.

The old lady said coldly: "Have you never thought about your own way out? When you leave the Fu family, I have a hundred ways to make you live a life worse than death."

Yan Luoman pretended not to hear and turned around and walked towards Fu Sinian's room.

As soon as Yan Luoman opened the door and walked in, she was pushed against the wall by Fu Sinian. She was startled.

Fu Sinian said nothing and kissed her deeply.

She didn't know what had stimulated him or what had moved him, but this forceful kiss seemed more like stimulation.

Yan Luoman's kiss was gentle and graceful, and she patiently soothed his frenzy.

Fu Sinian's kiss gradually became gentler. He let her go only when he felt her breathing becoming irregular. He rested his forehead against hers, their breaths intertwined.

Yan Luoman loved this kind of atmosphere. She smiled. It had been a long time since she smiled so brightly.

Fu Sinian just looked at the corners of her mouth quietly, closed his eyes slightly, and kissed her lips again.

He picked her up and pressed her against the wall, as if he couldn't wait to do something behind this door.

Yan Luoman didn't show any intention of struggling. She naturally wrapped her legs around his waist. She even reached out to lock the door in case someone suddenly broke in.

Fu Sinian smiled and released her lips, buried his head in her neck, and silently breathed in the scent of her body, which was not the smell of perfume, but her own body odor.

This smell can make him feel peaceful and even make him want to let go of some things he has to do.

Yan Luoman grinned and hugged his head tightly: "Fu Sinian, were you moved by me just now?"

she asked excitedly.

Fu Sinian raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Call me Fu Sichen."