The domineering president dotes on his little wife

Chapter 337: Some good things are also in the past

"I, I, I don't know..." Yan Zixin said hesitantly.

"Hmm?" Feng Rong stared at Yan Zixin, as if trying to figure out something.

Facing Feng Rong's pressing gaze, Yan Zixin did not dare to hide anything and spoke out her true thoughts: "Mom, Fu Chen and I were once in love with each other. If Jiang Ying hadn't given him that forbidden drug, causing him to forget me for the rest of his life, I believe I would be very happy with him."

"In the dark times of my life, he was a ray of light for me. He also gave me a lot of warmth and taught me how to grow. He really occupies a very important place in my heart. Even though he and I are separated now, he still has a place in my heart."

"But I know that fate plays tricks on us. Even though I tried so hard to find the antidote, God still doesn't want us to be together. That's God's will. As long as he's doing well, I still have my baby to accompany me, right? As for not being able to let go, I guess I can only let it go!"

Feng Rong listened to Yan Zixin's sigh and still felt that she couldn't forget Fu Chen in her heart, but just succumbed to fate. Feng Rong thought for a while and said, "I know, Zixin, this matter is not urgent, but in the future, you can actually think about it and consider the people around you."

"After all, some beautiful things, no matter how beautiful they are, are a thing of the past. People always have to live in the present, don't they? After all, you may not care about it in the future, but it's still here. He needs a father. If you don't let him, a child who grows up in a single-parent family, will he lack fatherly love?" Feng Rong also gave Yan Zixin a realistic analysis from the perspective of someone who had experienced it.

After Feng Rong left the room, Yan Zixin fell into deep thought. She knew that her mother was doing this for her and the child's good. Indeed, the past...will eventually pass, won't it? Yan Zixin was in a dilemma.

Fu Chen in China had someone watching Yan Zixin and reporting her situation to him, but because the competition with Mr. Tang had reached its final stage, he could not slack off at all.

If he could solve the problem of Mr. Tang in one fell swoop this time, the danger around him would be resolved, and he could go and pick up Yan Zixin and the child. Therefore, he did not pay attention to the messages sent to him by his subordinates in the UK.

At this time, Fu Chen was walking at a brisk pace, and Lin, who was not short in stature, had to follow him quickly, while reporting the situation: "President, the time has been completely confirmed. Their transaction time is tonight."

"Okay, let's go have a meal with the police chief first, and then we'll split into two groups. I'll talk to President Tang in person tonight, and you'll go with the police chief. If the talk goes well, you'll follow my gestures and lead the police officers to retreat; if the talk doesn't go well, you'll come out and take everyone down at once." Fu Chen explained the plan for tonight in one breath.

"Yes, I understand, President!" Special Assistant Lin listened carefully and followed closely, panting.

As night falls, there is not a single star in the dark sky and the moon has also hidden itself, like a huge black hole that can swallow people if they are not careful.

On the river bank, several men in black were observing their surroundings cautiously. Looking closely at their postures and gestures, they were all ready to draw their guns at any time.