bayedsolid Chapter 297 Who is that scoundrel?
Chapter 297 Who is that scoundrel?
After leaving the hotel, on the way back to An Ying, Fu Chengli remained silent.
Over the course of three years, he constantly imagined her having a new life and a fresh start abroad.
But she never imagined that she would have a new child with a new man.
The memory of their passionate encounter in the darkness last night is still vivid in my mind.
It took a lot of effort to put the ring back on her finger.
They suffered another blow.
An Ying tried to show Fu Chengli the child's photos.
Fu Chengli glanced at it with a stern face.
Xiao Zhe and An Ying look very alike.
He has delicate and charming features; he'll definitely grow up to be a handsome young man.
Fu Chengli became increasingly agitated the more he looked at it.
He only glanced at the phone for a few seconds before handing it back to An Ying.
An Ying lowered her eyes, her fingers gently fiddling with the ring.
He seems to care quite a bit; will he change his mind about proposing this morning?
Why don't we return the ring to him?
An Ying gently turned the ring around.
Fu Chengli glanced at her movements and coldly interrupted, "You've already accepted my proposal. Once you put on the ring, you're mine. You dare to take it off and try to take it back."
The implication is that the marriage proposal still stands.
An Ying responded with an "oh".
If you don't want to pick them, then don't pick them.
Fu Chengli sighed deeply: "Who is that scoundrel?"
An Ying asked in confusion, "Huh?"
Fu Chengli's expression was full of displeasure.
"Who is that scumbag who got you pregnant, then refused to take responsibility for you and the child?"
An Ying shook her head: "I don't know."
Fu Chengli's face was ashen, his expression one of utter speechlessness.
"Is this how Gu Qingwen takes care of you? I should never have let him take you away three years ago!"
An Ying didn't want to hear anyone say bad things about her brother.
Besides, she doesn't remember anything that happened three years ago.
Now that time has passed, who can we blame?
An Ying lowered her head and whispered, "Don't say that, my brother takes good care of me."
The Gu family owns a large villa in a well-known wealthy area on the outskirts of the city.
The car drove into the residential area and went straight to its own building.
An Ying got out of the car, and Fu Chengli followed behind her.
An Ying felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.
"No need to take me that far, I'm already at my doorstep."
Fu Chengli said calmly, "I'll watch you go in. Anyway, you won't be staying in this house for much longer."
An Ying looked up at him: "You won't be staying long? Why?"
Fu Chengli said with a self-righteous expression, "My woman is married, so of course she lives with me. What kind of woman are you, always living at your parents' house?"
It seems reasonable.
An Ying blinked: "Then my son wants to come with me too."
Fu Chengli suppressed the surge of jealousy in his heart and lazily hummed in agreement.
Suddenly, the villa's gate opened.
A little boy ran out of the house and shouted at An Ying, "Mommy!"
An Ying was overjoyed. She squatted down and hugged the child who was running towards her.
"baby!"
Fu Chengli stood casually to the side, hands in his pockets, watching this scene of maternal love and filial piety.
A slight pang of sadness welled up in my heart.
If only this child were his and An Ying's...
Xiao Zhe excitedly hugged An Ying's neck, chattering, "Uncle said he wanted to surprise Mommy by bringing me back early. Mommy, I missed you so much..."
An Ying asked happily, "Have you been a good boy and listened to your uncle?"
Xiao Zhe nodded and handed the handmade item to An Ying: "I made this for Mommy..."
An Ying held it in her hands, her heart filled with joy.
"Thank you, my darling son! Mommy loves it!"
Fu Chengli looked at the dark, unidentifiable "gift" in An Ying's hand and sneered.
What kind of crap is this? It's hideous.
This clumsy hand skill must have come from some scoundrel's genes.
Xiao Zhe said dejectedly, "We went home last night, wanting to show it to Mommy, but she wasn't home..."
“Ah, this…” An Ying’s ears gradually turned red.
She drank too much last night and slept in Fu Chengli's hotel room.
An Ying coughed lightly, changing the subject, "Xiao Zhe, is your uncle home?"
Xiao Zhe nodded.
Damn it, this means Gu Qingwen also knows that I didn't come back last night!
An Ying got up and hurriedly ran into the house, calling out, "Brother? Brother?"
In the huge garden in front of the villa, only Fu Chengli and Xiao Zhe remained.
The man was so tall that Xiao Zhe had to crane his neck to see his face.
Xiao Zhe observed Fu Chengli's posture, hands in his pockets, looking arrogant and cocky.
Fu Chengli became increasingly displeased with what he saw.
"Hey, little brat."
Xiao Zhe snorted and said to Fu Chengli, "It's you, isn't it?"
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by 'me'?"
Xiao Zhe's little face puffed up angrily: "Was it you who wouldn't let Mommy come back yesterday? Are you trying to kidnap my Mommy?"
Fu Chengli chuckled: "Hehe."
I vaguely recall that when I was a child, I had the same arrogant and cocky attitude, and I argued with Fu Haidong every day.
"Yeah, I'm going to kidnap your mom and make her my wife, what can you do about it?"
Xiao Zhe's face puffed up with anger: "Hmph! I won't let my mommy like you!"
Fu Chengli's face fell: "Do you believe I'll spank you?"
Fu Chengli felt that he was becoming more and more useless.
He is the heir to the prestigious Fu family, possessing a business empire and wielding immense influence wherever he goes.
As a result, for An Ying's sake, he ended up arguing with a little kid.
Xiao Zhe's face was red and puffed up like an inflated balloon.
"Don't underestimate me just because I'm only two years old. I, I..."
The little boy thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of anything that could threaten the man who wanted to take his mother away.
hateful!
Xiao Zhe was so angry that he stomped his feet.
How can I protect my mom?
Fu Chengli's lazy gaze suddenly stopped.
Two years old?
Including the duration of pregnancy...
Fu Chengli's face darkened, and he suddenly changed color.
His hands, which were in his pockets, gradually clenched into fists, and his body seemed about to lose its balance.
Fu Chengli asked in a deep voice, "Little brat, what's your birthday?"
Xiao Zhe was taken aback, then seriously counted on his fingers:
"My birthday is December 10th, are you going to buy me a present? It's still a while until my birthday..."
Fu Chengli's chest heaved violently as he strode straight into the house.
A spacious restaurant.
Gu Qingwen sat on the sofa, leisurely sipping her coffee.
An Ying sat to the side, blushing as she explained, "Brother, I drank too much last night, so I just found a hotel to sleep in. I didn't know you would bring Xiao Zhe back..."
Gu Qingwen: "Are you alone in the hotel? No one else?"
An Ying lowered her head and remained silent.
Gu Qingwen: "Who did you have dinner with yesterday?"
An Ying: "It's... President Xu and the others..."
Gu Qingwen raised an eyebrow: "Them? Which 'him'?"
Suddenly, a man's angry roar came from behind.
"Gu Qingwen!"
Gu Qingwen glanced back, and after recognizing who it was, turned back to continue drinking her coffee.
"The person you're talking about, is that him?"
An Ying was surprised: Why did Fu Chengli come uninvited and barge in without permission?
Fu Chengli stormed up to Gu Qingwen, forcefully suppressing his out-of-control emotions.
He gritted his teeth and questioned:
"Gu Qingwen, isn't Xiao Zhe my child?! Three years ago, wasn't An Ying pregnant when you took her away?! You actually kept it from me!"
An Ying seemed to collapse onto the sofa, her eyes wide open, her mind going completely blank.
What is Fu Chengli saying...?
Xiao Zhe is her and his child?!