After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

Throughout the night, Fu Shuruan stared at the ceiling with his eyes, counting the animals in the Chinese zodiac five hundred times in order.

Not sleepy, still not sleepy at all.

She panicked at the thought that she might be baptized by her brother's storm when she returned home tomorrow.

After finally waiting until dawn, I finally felt a little sleepy. The sound of the knocking door outside quickly caught up with the bandits entering the village to rob.

"I'm so annoyed. It's destined to be a restless day."

She struggled to get up with a messy bird's nest wrapped in a quilt. Her eyes felt dry and stinging as if they had been stuffed with charcoal. She yawned and walked to the door, intending to see which plague god was disturbing her sleep.

He turned the doorknob and looked out through the gap a finger wide, only to see Xiang Chuan holding two or three paper bags with brand logos printed on them, leaning against the door lazily.

He glanced at the girl with thick dark circles under the door, who was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyelids. He smiled and said, "Good morning, put on your clothes first. I'll wait for you to go downstairs and have breakfast together."

My naked body was wrapped in quilt, and I had to get home before lunch.

The word 'God of Plague' could not be more appropriate to describe him.

Fu Shuruan held on to his sleepy eyes, stretched out his white and tender arms to take the paper bags, and said with a wilted voice like an eggplant beaten by frost: "What else are you having for breakfast? I'll see my brother and I when I get home." Grandpa, it’s time to eat the tribute.”

What she said was so interesting that Xiang Chuan couldn't help laughing. He knew what she was worried about, so he was not in a hurry to leave. He opened the crack of the door and put his hand in to rub her head: "You little fool, are you going to do this?" Cute? Even if Ah Heng and Grandpa Fu really want to get into trouble, wouldn't I still be standing in front of you?"

"That's easy to say."

Fu Shuruan glanced at him sideways and hummed softly: "You may have never seen the crutch in my grandfather's hand. My brother, who is so strong and physically strong, was beaten to the point where he knelt on the ground and couldn't get up. If you come up, then I'll probably have to call an ambulance for you."

"Is that why you don't believe me?"

He raised his eyebrows, smiled gently, and said disapprovingly: "Don't worry, as long as I can be with you, what are you afraid of getting beaten?"

"A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water."

Fu Shuruan rolled his eyes at him, his tone full of contempt for him.

At this time, I am still in a bad mood.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door locked with a click, cutting off his smiling gaze.

Fu Shuruan grabbed the paper bag and walked into the bathroom, took out the clothes and accessories he bought and put them on.

A light purple fragrant short skirt suit, paired with a pair of white French short boots, gives people a sweet and fresh feeling.

Determined to die, she opened the door again and walked out. She found Xiang Chuan standing at the corridor window smoking. He heard the footsteps and turned to look at her. He slowly licked the cigarette butt and walked over.

He glanced at her clothes, curled his lips with satisfaction, and took her hand: "Let's go."

His palms were warm, with scorching residual warmth, and they pressed against the cold back of her hands, slightly alleviating the uneasiness in her heart.

Since the B&B did not provide breakfast, they walked a few minutes away to find a nearby breakfast shop and went inside.

Xiang Chuan was very considerate and ordered Fu Shuruan's usual favorites, but she had a bad appetite today, so she absentmindedly took a few bites and put down her chopsticks.

Xiang Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at her, then looked at the table, frowned and asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"full."

Fu Shuruan replied in a low voice, then picked up the milk next to him and drank a large glass to suppress the irritating discomfort in his heart.

On the way back to the city, she sent a message to the class monitor, telling him that she had to leave first because of something urgent and that she might not be able to accompany her for the remaining two days of the journey, so that he could have a good time with other classmates.

……

Ten o'clock, the Fu family's old house.

The servants had a clear division of labor as usual, pruning flowers and plants, cleaning fallen leaves, changing water and feeding the koi in the rockery fountain pool in the front yard.

In the huge villa, apart from the busy footsteps, the only sound left was the chirping of Mr. Fu's two parrots.

The housekeeper walked to the backyard and saw Mr. Fu sitting on a wicker chair basking in the sun. He bowed respectfully and said, "Master, the young lady has brought back the second young master of the Xiang family."

"I'll be right back when I get back. I'll have to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks at noon."

The old man closed his eyes and spoke softly. He didn't hear any movement for a long time. He couldn't help but open his eyes and saw Uncle Lin who was hesitant to speak. He frowned suspiciously: "Is there anything else?"

Uncle Lin thought for a moment before he dared to speak out: "The young lady said...she and the second son of the Xiang family are in love, please don't break them up."

"Ruan Ruan is in love?"

The old man sounded surprised. He slowly stood up from the wicker chair with a dragon-head crutch. His eyes widened and he asked in disbelief: "When did she and that boy from the Xiang family get together?"

Uncle Lin lowered his head in embarrassment: "I don't know about that. They are waiting for you in the living room. Do you want..."

Do you want to go and take a look? Before he could finish a complete sentence, the old man had already turned around and walked into the house.

In the living room.

Fu Shuruan felt the calm before the storm as soon as she entered the house. She sat in the corner of the sofa and took deep breaths over and over to relieve the tension in her heart.

As for Xiang Chuan...she couldn't see the slightest change in the expression on his face, and he could even drink the tea brought by the servant in a leisurely manner.

The old man came in carrying an antique shelf. The two of them immediately stood up and shouted solemnly: "Grandpa."

"Ah."

The old man responded softly and waved his hand for them to sit down. He was about to ask them how long they had been dating.

Turning his head, his sharp gaze rested on his granddaughter's neck, and he asked in a serious and serious tone: "Those...are those hickeys on the neck?"

"cough--"

The originally calm man almost choked to death on a sip of tea. He raised his head and glanced at Fu Shuruan across from him. Seeing that her face turned red, she gave him a look that would kill her with a thousand cuts.

Fu Shuruan was so ashamed and angry that her grandfather still knew about hickeys at his age?

She lowered her head, bit her lip in confusion, her face was so red that it could bleed, and she faltered in a low voice: "Grandpa, please listen to me arguing with you...ah, no...listen to me." Let me explain to you, this is not a hickey, it’s because the mosquitoes in the ancient town are too poisonous and they bit me with many red spots, but it was very itchy.”

"The mosquito's mouth is too big. Don't go there next time."

The old man said in a deep voice, like a mirror in his mind. He took care of the girl's shame and did not expose it. He turned to look at Xiang Chuan and hit the ground hard with his crutch. His majesty was revealed, and his tone instantly dropped to freezing point: "You boy, come to the study with me. One trip!”

"Yes."

What is supposed to come will always come. Xiang Chuan nodded and followed the old man to the study on the second floor with a fearless expression.

Fu Shuruan's heart beat like a drum. With this attitude, he was definitely going to get beaten.

Worried that he wouldn't be able to withstand the old man's two sticks, he stood up and wanted to follow him, but was stopped by a deep magnetic voice coming from behind: "I haven't married yet, but I'm still protecting you like this, Fu Shuruan, are you in love? "

She followed the sound, and Fu Lingheng strode in with Li Fei in his arms with an awe-inspiring aura.

"Fu Lingheng, if grandpa beats Xiang Chuan, I won't be done with you!"

She ran towards her brother with all her teeth and claws. Because her legs were short, Fu Lingheng easily reached out and touched her head before she had a chance to get close. She was like a beached fish, her hands flapping in the air. The scene was a bit funny.

"How dare you fight your brother for the sake of a man?"

"Humph, you will bully me."

Fu Shuruan's eyelashes were wet and he rubbed them hard twice. He couldn't help but feel the soreness on the tip of his nose. The tears he had been holding back for a long time suddenly burst out. He looked so pitiful and heartbreaking.

Li Fei slapped Fu Lingheng's hand on her head away, glared at him, and said reproachfully: "Fu Lingheng, are you childish? Are you happy to make Ruan Ruan cry?"

Fu Shuruan squatted on the ground and cried, his shoulders trembling. He glared at his brother unconvinced, with a strong nasal sound in his voice, and threatened fiercely: "You wait, when your child is born, I will bully him."

A father's debt must be paid by his son, and when the time comes, no matter if he is a nephew or a niece, she will have to bully him back.

Li Fei raised his eyebrows helplessly: "..."

What does it have to do with her baby if the brother and sister are at odds?