Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

When Yan Huai was preparing to go to Philadelphia, Fu Zheng received an unfamiliar email.

After opening it, there was only one photo in the email.

Fu Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted and he stared at the woman in the photo. There was darkness in his eyes and his hand holding the mouse suddenly tightened.

The background of the photo is the gynecology department of a foreign hospital. The woman in the picture is holding her bulging belly with one hand and holding a check sheet in the other hand, communicating with the nurse.

Fu Zheng was very familiar with the woman's face. It was Wen Liang, a very young Wen Liang who looked to be around twenty years old, green and immature.

She has a slim figure, with only her belly bulge being particularly noticeable, and she looks very tired.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes.

Whenever he was about to forget about this matter, someone would always remind him in various ways.

Who knows so much about this matter?

Who would not want him and Wen Liang to be happy?

The answer is ready to come out.

It's impossible that the person sent him this photo just to irritate him.

Sure enough, the person sent another email: Want to know who the child belongs to and where he is now? November 0302, Henry Hotel, Philadelphia , no more waiting after the deadline.

There were two pictures attached. In the first one, Wen Liang was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, and his abdomen was deflated.

In the second photo, the nurse is holding a tiny baby boy and cleaning his body. You can tell at first glance that he is a newborn.

Fu Zheng frowned.

He believed that the person who sent the email was Fu Qingyue.

He thought that Fu Qingyue had only met Wen Liang in Philadelphia and taken photos of him a few times.

But now, this photo was obviously taken in the ward where Wenliang gave birth.

The child must have been taken away by the person who took the photo.

Wen Liang woke up and found that her child was missing. She wanted to find the child, but she had a car accident and forgot that she was pregnant or... the car accident was just a cover-up, and someone used other means to remove her memory?

Fu Zheng is increasingly inclined towards the latter.

So, what happened that year? Whose child is it?

Was it Fu Qingyue or someone else who took the child away?

This time he had to go to Philadelphia.

But what was the purpose of the person behind the scenes in leading him over?

……

Wen Liang came back from get off work and stopped by the supermarket downstairs to buy some vegetables.

While she was picking, she received a call from Tang Shishi.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Shishi's voice sounded a little muffled in the microphone.

"Buying groceries, what's wrong?"

"Hey……"

Wen Liang took the initiative to ask, "Are you still bothered by Yan Huai?"

"He came to see me today and we had a meal together."

"Then……?"

"Then, he went out to answer a phone call." Tang Shishi snorted, "He thought I didn't see it, but I actually saw it. The person who called him was his mother. Then I went to the door and listened, and I heard his mother asking him to go back immediately."

"So, you suspect that his family doesn't support you being together?"

"It's not doubt, it's certainty. Ilia just went back a few days ago." Tang Shishi's tone was firm.

She sighed and said in confusion, "Aliang, what do you think I should do?"

Do you want to break up with Yan Huai?

She seemed a little reluctant.

But she couldn't make up her mind to be with Yan Huai.

"Do you still like Yan Huai?"

After a moment of silence, Tang Shishi said in a muffled voice, "...I like it."

It would be difficult for her to find someone as tolerant as Yan Huai.

"No one can predict what will happen in the future, and it's impossible to make a decision all at once. Since you like it, why not just leave it to time..."

"Wait until he comes back?"

"Well, besides, there are many ways for men and women to be together nowadays, and they don't necessarily have to get married. Since you like him, then cherish the present moment."

The microphone was silent for a while, and Tang Shishi's voice suddenly became cheerful, "Just like you and Fu Zheng now, right?"

"Almost. Look, you and Yan Huai had a wedding. In the eyes of the people around you, you are husband and wife. Isn't it natural for you to be together? Yan Huai is an orphan in the eyes of outsiders. If you have a child, isn't it natural for him to take your surname and inherit the family business? If Yan Huai goes back to Philadelphia, you can treat him as a business trip. If he never comes back, you can treat him as dead. In short, if you don't go to Philadelphia, just don't take Ilia and the others seriously."

"Wen Xiaoliang, you are very experienced now."

Wen Liang snorted and chuckled, picking potatoes, "I've figured it out a long time ago. There's no point in worrying about love. Just live well now, and we can talk about the future later."

"Now that Fu Zheng is dead, what will you do?"

"What did you say?" Wen Liang was holding a potato in his hand and didn't hear clearly.

"I said, if Fu Zheng died now, what would you do?"

"If Fu Zheng dies..." Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "Help him to prepare for his afterlife, cry a little, and then continue to live a good life."

"Then will you be sad?"

"I would have been very sad before, maybe even wanted to die with him, but now, I might be a little sad, after all, I have loved him for so many years, but I will not let him affect my future life."

"Let me interview you. When Fu Zheng was with Chu Siyi, did you ever think of snatching him away?"

"No, because I saw him and Chu Siyi getting along with each other when I was in the old house." Wen Liang picked another potato and put it in the plastic bag, sighing, "Besides, my grandfather has done me a favor. On one side is his grandson, and on the other side is his granddaughter. I can't make things difficult for him."

Later, when she and Fu Zheng were framed, Fu Zheng and Chu Siyi had already broken up for a long time, so her grandfather tried to bring them together.

"Yeah, anyway, what you said is quite right. I decided to learn from you!" Tang Shishi made up her mind.

When Yan Huai returns home, she wants to have some fun first.

Putting aside other things, with Yan Huai’s excellent genes, it would be worth it to have a cub!

Let’s talk about other things later. Anyway, she will not go to Philadelphia with Yan Huai, and she will not leave her mother.

"I'm hanging up now. I have to go check out."

Wen Liang said goodbye to Tang Shishi and picked up the potatoes to weigh them.

Suddenly, she stopped and her face froze.

Fu Zheng stood behind Fu Shifan, holding her hand with one hand and holding the fruits and vegetables he had just picked with the other.

I don’t know how long I stood there or how much I listened.

The little girl smiled slyly and walked over and said, "Auntie, is it heavy? I'll help you carry it."

"Buchen, when did you come?" Wen Liang curled the corner of his mouth and glanced at Fu Zheng.

His face was calm, but the look in his eyes made her heart beat fast.

"I just got here! My uncle has to go on a business trip, so he brought me here to have a meal with my aunt."

"Oh..." Wen Liang looked at Fu Zheng, "Where are you going on business trip?"

Fu Zheng came over and took the potato from Wen Liang's hand. "It might take a little longer to go to Philadelphia. Let's go."

"……it is good."

When he got home, Fu Zheng carried the ingredients into the kitchen.

Wen Liang played with Fu Shifan in the living room.

An hour later, the fresh dishes are out of the oven and you can enjoy them while they are still warm.

At the dinner table, Fu Zheng gave Wen Liang many instructions, such as requiring her to bring a bodyguard with her when she went out.

After dinner, Fu Zheng put all the tableware into the kitchen and washed the pots and dishes.

"Aunt, I want to eat cherry tomatoes." Fu Shifan said while hugging Tuantuan.

Just now at the supermarket, Fu Zheng bought some cherry tomatoes and placed them on the coffee table.

So Wen Liang took the bag to the kitchen and washed the cherry tomatoes on a plate.

Next to him was Fu Zheng washing dishes. His fingers were long and slender, with veins faintly visible on the back of his hands.

Just as Wen Liang was washing the cherry tomatoes carefully, Fu Zheng's faint voice came from the side, "Aliang, I'm very happy."