The domineering president meets her

"It must be because Secretary Leng didn't take good care of your work meals, so you lost weight again." Old Mrs. Fu muttered unhappily.

"Mom~ Leng Yuan follows me at work and suffers from overtime. He is almost exhausted." Fu Shi said helplessly.

The old lady glanced behind him and said, "Well, forget it, let him go. Are you coming back alone again for this family dinner?"

"No, two people." Fu Shi stretched out two fingers seriously.

"Ah! Really? Please invite the girl in quickly." Old Mrs. Fu was overjoyed and looked towards the door anxiously.

"He's outside washing the car. He'll come in and report in later."

"Ah, you are such a fool. Girls are shy when they come to your house for the first time, why did you leave her outside to wash the car?" Mrs. Fu got anxious when she heard this and quickly stood up: "I will go pick her up myself and deal with you when I come back."

After saying that, she did not forget to press hard on Fu Shi's forehead with her well-maintained fingers.

"Mom, washing the car is part of the driver's job, why are you in such a hurry!" Fu Shi pressed his mother's shoulders and gently pushed her to sit on the sofa.

"Who has time to talk to you about the driver! I'm talking about the girl who came back with you!"

"When did I say that the person who came back with me was a girl?"

"Ah? Didn't you say that the two of them came back together?" The old lady turned around and looked at her son in confusion, and asked in surprise.

"Yes!" Fu Shi blinked and pretended to be innocent: "It's two people, me and the driver."

"You~" Seeing her son's expression, Mrs. Fu finally realized that she had been tricked by her son. She immediately turned her back angrily and ignored him.

"Mom, don't be angry. I was right. The driver and I came back together. There were indeed two of us!" Fu Shi continued to talk stupidly.

"Are you looking for fun with your mother?" Old Mrs. Fu turned around, raised her hand and was about to start beating her.

"No, no, no, Mom, you are damaging your usual elegant image by doing this!"

"Hmph, what's the point of having this elegant image? You're an old woman anyway. That's why you're making fun of me. Look at your cousin, who is two years older than you and is already the father of three children." Old Mrs. Fu said unhappily with a frown on her face.

"Okay, okay, when I get married, let my wife give birth to three children for you to take care of, okay?" Fu Shi patiently persuaded his mother, but when the old lady ignored him, she got really angry this time: "Four? Five?" Fu Shang smiled and showed his mother numbers with his fingers.

"You know how to make me happy this time. Mom is looking forward to you getting married and starting a family soon, so that you can have a spiritual partner to talk to about work and life. But if you really get married, when will you have children? How many children will you have? You have to respect your wife's wishes and listen to her!" Mrs. Fu said with kind eyes and seriousness. "You are the man, responsible for making money to support the family, but she is the only one who can do the childbearing thing, so she has the final say on this point. This is the way for couples to live in harmony for a long time."

Fu Shi nodded very seriously and solemnly: "Mom, I understand."

"You haven't brought the girl back, is it because you are still looking for her?" Mrs. Fu looked at her son uncertainly. She knew that her son has always been thinking about the girl he met in the orphanage when he was a child.

"Ah."

"Mom knows what you're thinking. But it's been so long since the incident. We sent people to look for you, and we've posted missing person ads for several years, but we can't find you. The doctor said you might be too scared, and maybe it was just hallucination you had at the time."

"After this year, if you still can't find someone, then stop looking. You're not a child anymore."

Seeing that her son didn't say anything, Mrs. Fu sighed inwardly, lowered her eyes, and hid the loss in her eyes.

"You came back in a hurry last time and went back to the company before we met. Will you stay a few more days this time?" Mrs. Fu stopped asking and changed the subject.

"Stay one night and go back tomorrow morning."

"You've only stayed for one night." The old lady looked disappointed.

At this time, Uncle Zhang appeared in front of him with his hands hanging down, slightly bent over, and standing respectfully.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong?" Uncle Zhang is the elder in the family, so Mrs. Fu called him respectfully.

"Madam, the master is waiting for the young master in the incense hall."

"Okay, got it."

"Go quickly." Old Mrs. Fu turned around and patted the back of Fu Shi's hand.

"Okay, Mom. I'll be right back."

Fu Shi stood up swiftly. Although he no longer had the deep and restrained aura he usually had in a suit and tie, this casual home clothes in the color of Morandi made him look elegant and imposing.

The road to the incense hall was quite far, and Uncle Zhang was about to lead the way. Fu Shi looked at Uncle Zhang's slightly hunched back and said gently, "Uncle Zhang, I can go by myself."

"Okay, Master."

Uncle Zhang stood still and watched the young master walk through the carved corridors. The sun shined on his tall and straight figure, and he looked very energetic. Uncle Zhang couldn't help but sigh that the small seedling he watched grow up had finally grown into a towering tree.

Come to the quaint incense hall.

The first thing that catches your eye is a rosewood plaque with large gold-painted characters on it, with the three characters "Danhuatang" inscribed on it. The font was written by the old emperor himself and bestowed upon the ancestor. The majestic font seems to be telling the glorious history of the Fu family.

The gray-haired Mr. Fu was wearing a dark white silk Tai Chi suit, full of energy and a kind face; the sharp light in his eyes was a kind of wisdom that had experienced the ups and downs of the business world and seen through the world, and it can be seen that he was a leader in the business world when he was young. At this time, he had crossed his hands behind his back and stood majestically beside the ancestral tablets waiting.

"dad."

"Ah."

Fu Shi turned around and came to a low stone platform, washed his hands with the gurgling water, and then picked up a white towel embroidered with gold thread on a shelf at the side to wipe his hands; then he came to the square rosewood Eight Immortals table, and with his bony fingers he methodically filled the ancestral wine cup; then he picked up the ambergris thread placed on the side of the table and lit it.

She knelt skillfully on the cushion on the ground with her legs bent, kowtowed three times respectfully, then stood up respectfully and inserted the incense stick; her hands hung naturally at her sides, waiting for her father to speak.

Mr. Fu looked at his son, whose appearance and career were impeccable, but he could not show the pride in his heart.

He calmly picked up the white jade teacup on the Eight Immortals Table, muttered a few words to pay tribute to the ancestors, then slowly poured the tea in his hand, which was filled with incense ash, onto the ground, and then filled it up again: "Fu Shi, today's etiquette ends here."

Fu Shi said nothing and followed his old father.

The father and son did not have much verbal communication along the way. When they encountered some scenery or thought of some trivial things, the old man occasionally asked a few questions and Fu Shi answered. Then the old and the strong walked to the living room in harmony, one in front and one behind.