Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Lu Mian didn't know why Yu Ci was resurrected, and he didn't have an answer to the question of why he suddenly regained his memory.

At this moment, Lu Mian only had one thought in her mind, which was Fuyue.

Even though he knew that he and Fu Yue could not last forever, and even if Lu Mian clearly understood at this moment that Fu Yue would disappear from him one day, Lu Mian did not have the courage to let go.

After a while, Lu Mian stood up and returned to the bedroom.

Fuyue was still sleeping, wrapped in the quilt, like a silkworm baby.

Fuyue was not sleeping deeply. When she heard the door open, she slowly opened her eyes. Lu Mian bent down and touched her hair, "Are you awake?"

"No." Fuyue closed her eyes again.

Lu Mian curled her lips and smiled softly.

After a while, Fuyue stretched out an arm from the quilt and tugged on the hem of Lu Mian's clothes.

"What's wrong?" Lu Mian asked in a low voice. Fuyue didn't speak for a while.

After a while, Fuyue slowly withdrew his hand and said in a lazy voice, "It's nothing."

I was just checking to see if Lu Mian was really getting better.

She just had a dream when she was half asleep, dreaming that Lu Mian was sick again, and it was this dream that woke Fu Yue up.

"I want to go to City C, Lu Mian." Fuyue suddenly spoke. She lay on the bed and buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

Lu Mian paused for a moment. He vaguely guessed why Fuyue wanted to go to City C.

"When are you going?" Lu Mian asked.

Fuyue thought for a while, "The day after tomorrow."

Lu Mian agreed and immediately called Xu Qionglin to tell him to handle the matter.

When Lu Mian was on the phone, Fu Yue turned her head and looked at him quietly.

She blinked, and a bright light flashed across her dark pupils.

Lu Mian, I am happy every day I am with you.

If there is another life, I still want to be with you.

……

Cloud City.

The Yang family's business began to decline. In just one week, the company's stock price showed a cliff-like downward trend. If this continues, the Yang family will go bankrupt sooner or later.

Now that the white-haired old man is dead, the Yang family's luck is also losing. Old Mrs. Yang is worried and has not slept well for several nights.

No one in the Yang family can help her. This is what Mrs. Yang is most anxious about. Without luck, people like the Yang family are not even as good as ordinary people. The partners who have offended them in the mall in the past are now... They also came to the Yang family for revenge.

Although the Yang family has not collapsed yet, what is left is just a superficial shell that can no longer withstand any blow from the outside world.

That night, Mrs. Yang returned to the Yang family villa tiredly. When she saw Zhao Zhiliang sitting on the sofa, Mrs. Yang frowned, "Why are you here?"

"Let me see you." Zhao Zhiliang said quietly.

Mother and son sat facing each other, and Mrs. Yang sighed, "Zhiliang, this is probably my retribution."

Zhao Zhiliang pulled his lips, "Don't you think it's too late to say this now? After all, my father is dead, and he died after enduring twenty years of torture."

Old Mrs. Yang paused and pursed her lips in silence.

His old hands were holding a cane, with bulging veins on the backs of his hands, and brown age spots on his sagging skin.

"It doesn't matter if the Yang family falls." Zhao Zhiliang said softly, "Mother, I just want to ask you one thing. Does the death of the old man of the Pei family have anything to do with you?"

Mrs. Yang raised her eyes and smiled, "I thought you wouldn't know."

Zhao Zhiliang understood.

A long silence followed.

"Why? Is it because you want Yang Fuqing and Pei Shang to marry?" Zhao Zhiliang couldn't help but ask this question.

Old Mrs. Yang probably expected something. At this moment, facing Zhao Zhiliang's question, she calmly replied, "Yes, if the old guy agrees to my proposal, I may not let He Xing take action."

Zhao Zhiliang lowered his head and sighed heavily, "I didn't understand why you did this before, and I still don't understand it now. If it's for power and money, you will do it even if you don't do these things."

Hearing this, Mrs. Yang showed a sneer on her face. She seemed to have remembered some things from the past. The expression on her face was not only stern, but also full of unwillingness.

"Power and money?" Mrs. Yang said these words with a contemptuous tone, "You are right, I have had these before. In the past, I was Li Linqing's wife, and when others mentioned me, they would call me "me" with respect. Mrs. Li, at that time, I had endless money, rights and status."

After a pause, Mrs. Yang's old lips showed a sarcastic expression, "But how do you men know how difficult it is to be a woman? When others mention me, my identity in their mouths is never Yang Xiqiu, but Li Linqing Wife, you can’t imagine how much I want to get rid of this title!

I need to be seen as Yang Xiqiu, not Li Linqing's wife. However, no matter how hard I tried, the result remained unchanged, so I wondered if without Li Linqing, I would be able to be seen by others!

Ori Liang, you can never understand my original mood. As a woman, she was hidden under the light of her husband and gradually lost her identity. From now on, Yi can only rely on her husband's status to determine her own value. I don't want to, I don’t want to live that kind of life anymore.

In this patriarchal society, how can you men understand a woman who is trying her best to get rid of the oppression of male status? "

Zhao Zhiliang was silent for a long time.

Before coming to the Yang family, his attitude was very clear. It was his mother who was at fault in this matter. If his mother had not harmed his father, things would not have developed into what they are now.

But now, Zhao Zhiliang is beginning to be confused. Who is responsible for things developing to this point? Zhao Zhiliang had no answer.

Mrs. Yang smiled again at this time, "I don't have a good background or family background. When I was young, I relied on Li Linqing's love for me to marry into a wealthy family. In the first few years, I lived a life of fear, walking on thin ice, and tried my best. Survive in that scheming family.

I worked so hard, worked so hard, and struggled almost with all my strength. In the end, others' evaluation of me turned out to be Mrs. Li, and I almost went crazy.

I can no longer bear that kind of life. I work hard to live, but I am wounded by the edges and corners of life. My end is not to walk to Li Linqing. I don’t want to be blocked by him forever. As a free person, I , are qualified to be seen by others with their own identity. "

"But," Zhao Zhiliang's voice was low, "What's wrong with father? He has never hurt you in his life. He loves you until his death."