The daughter-in-law of a wealthy family does not lie flat

It was around seven in the evening when Wu Shimo returned home from the gallery.

This is a small two-story house with a garden. The yard that should have been used to grow flowers is now planted with various vegetables. A couple in their sixties are playing with a boy in the yard. The old lady is picking leeks and telling stories to the boy.

"Auntie!" The boy yelled at Wu Shimo, but he still sat on the stool.

Wu Shimo walked over and hugged him, "Chengcheng, dear, your aunt is back! Look, what delicious food did I bring you?"

Wu Shimo held cakes and snacks in her hands to serve as afternoon tea to guests in the gallery.

Cheng Cheng happily took it and sat on the stool the whole time.

Looking closely, it seems that the boy's legs cannot move.

When Mother Wu saw her daughter come back, she asked her to wash her hands and eat, but Wu Shimo shook her head and said she didn't want to eat anymore.

"My daughter, you are not fat, why do you always go on a diet? Your body can't handle it."

Wu Shimo didn't have that girlish feeling at home at all. "Mom, my face and my figure are my weapons, my wealth, and my stepping stone to marry into a wealthy family in the future! Why are you always worried that I'll starve to death? One meal a day is enough for me!"

Father Wu couldn't stand it any longer. "Why marry into a rich family? We ordinary people should marry ordinary people. As long as the person has good character and is hardworking, that's enough! What are you thinking all day long?"

Wu Shimo looked tired and didn't want to argue with her parents. "If you two can't control me, then don't bother me. I have my own principles and my own life! I don't want to wrong myself like my sister!" She bent down and touched the boy's head. "With Cheng Cheng's legs like this, his life will always be harder than other children. If we don't create material conditions for him, he will have to suffer!"

Cheng Cheng was about three or four years old. He was confused when he heard the adults talking. He didn’t want to make his aunt angry, so he handed the cake to Wu Shimo, “Aunt, eat it!”

Wu Shimo calmed down and handed the cake to the child again, "Auntie is not hungry, Chengcheng, eat it. Chengcheng, did you learn to read at home today?"

Cheng Cheng nodded and handed the notebook behind him to Wu Shimo to read.

Every stroke was written very carefully, and judging from the content, it was the Three Character Classic.

Wu Shimo apologized to her parents, saying that she was a little impatient, then picked up Cheng Cheng and went to give him a bath.

The old couple was in the yard, looking at their daughter's back, thinking about their dead eldest daughter, their disabled grandson, and their youngest daughter who was only focused on making money. They had no appetite to eat.

After giving Cheng Cheng a bath, drying his hair, putting on pajamas, and coaxing him to sleep, Wu Shimo turned off the lights, then left the room and went to the living room.

Mother Wu was doing some handicraft. She got a bunch of matchboxes from somewhere and was gluing them together.

Wu Shimo felt distressed, "Mom, please stop doing this. Your hand joints are deformed!"

Mother Wu smiled and said, "It's not tiring for me. I can do it while watching TV. I can earn some money for cooking in one night. How great!"

Wu Shimo handed an envelope to her mother. "This is my salary for this month. I kept one thousand yuan. You can use the rest. Save the rest and use it to treat Cheng Cheng's leg."

Mother Wu wiped her hands, took the envelope, took out the money and counted it. "Oh, why is there so much? Didn't your gallery just open?"

"You have to pay me during the preparation period. I'm not doing this for charity."

Mother Wu counted again, "Xiaomo, this is too much. Have you ever asked how much other people make? How can you, a fresh graduate, earn 20,000 yuan? Does your boss have some other intentions towards you?"

Wu Shimo snorted coldly, "I wish he had other intentions towards me! It's just that he is devoted to his wife and looks down on me."

Mother Wu said seriously, "Really? That means he is a good man! People who are fickle, loving you today and loving him tomorrow, are not reliable at all."

Wu Shimo wanted to go back and rest. She was so hungry that she didn't dare to eat anything for fear of ruining her slender figure.

Watching her mother constantly gluing matchboxes in her hands, she sat down next to her mother silently, picked up the paper box, and started gluing them skillfully.

At the gate of Fu's mansion, Fu Yanheng was smoking.

This afternoon, his personal financial manager found him.

I learned from him that Lin Luqing, his wife, was taking some actions.

Each item looks normal when taken individually, but not so normal when put together.

What does she want to do?

Are you preparing for divorce?

After so long, Lu Qing still doesn't trust him!

Even if we take a step back and say that they really get divorced, is Fu Yanheng the kind of person who would compete with her for the family property?

The baby is not even one month old and you are already looking for a way out?!

When I went on a business trip to the United States before, I heard that Zhang Xueren was the one who connected Tian Kong. Could it be that Lu Qing hasn’t forgotten him after all this time?

After divorce, you can relive your love dream.

Thinking of this, Fu Yanheng threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it hard, feeling bitter in his heart. Who does this woman love?

For the sake of her family, she can marry a man she doesn't love. If she is fully prepared, can she leave this man she doesn't love?

Is everything just a deal?

Then what is Fu Yanheng? What is his daughter?

Thinking of his daughter, Fu Yanheng straightened his suit, started the car, and drove into the yard.

On the second floor, Lin Luqing was playing with her daughter in her room.

Fu Yanheng took a shower and changed his clothes first, then came over and picked up his daughter.

He kissed her little face and looked at her carefully again and again, "Luqing, my daughter's eyes are like yours. She doesn't need to speak, her eyes can speak!"

Lu Qing looked at the father and daughter, feeling mixed emotions, "The child's nose and mouth look like yours."

The nanny chimed in, "This little baby is just the perfect combination of good qualities!"

It was time to feed the baby, so Lu Qing and the other girl returned to the master bedroom.

Lu Qing opened the door, walked into the room, picked up a book from the desk, poured herself a glass of boiled water, sat on the chaise longue and began to read.

Fu Yanheng stared at her the whole time, studying the expression on her face.

He found that Lu Qing never took the initiative to talk to him. She was not like this before!

In the past, they would discuss everything together, and every night they would laugh and the room would be filled with laughter. What was different?

Fu Yanheng cleared his throat and said, "Wife, my mother from Xinguo will come to visit you and the child in the next few days."

Lu Qing looked up, "Okay! I understand. Is there anything you need me to prepare? I can't go out at this time, so I'll have to ask you to take care of everything."

Fu Yanheng said, "You just need to take good care of yourself. Mom actually wanted to come three days ago, but she had a cold at the time and was worried about infecting you. She was very anxious at home. As soon as I recover, I will come."

"Well, this is her granddaughter, of course she misses her. The old lady has been traveling so hard."

Fu Yanheng walked over and wanted to hug Lu Qing and touch her hair, but he only saw Lu Qing's expressionless face. He felt really depressed, "Let's just say what we want to say!"