bestfiction Chapter 223 He is back
Chapter 223 He is back
An Ying frowned.
You rich people really know how to have a fancy time.
She said calmly, "Huo Ying, I don't want to speculate about Fu Chengli on this kind of issue."
Huo Ying chuckled softly.
"In the end, An Ying, we just care about different things."
She put the lipstick into her Chanel bag, looked at An Ying, and continued, "Children from families like ours don't have much autonomy in marriage. Do you think Fu Chengli does?"
An Ying looked at Huo Ying quietly.
There are complex feelings in my heart.
I first saw this girl at that late-night fried noodle shop.
An Ying thought she was spoiled and had a bad temper.
Unexpectedly, this seemingly spoiled and ignorant young lady has her own ideas and choices regarding her family and her marriage.
Huo Ying: "You don't know, do you? When Fu Chengli was very young, the Fu family and the Gu family had a very good relationship, and the two families' elders arranged a marriage between them. But fate had other plans, and the girl disappeared. Later, the Qin family and the Fu family's business dealings deepened, and Fu Chengli became engaged to Qin Ruofei. But then, when he was eighteen..."
Huo Ying twirled the ends of Qin Ruofei's hair with her fingers and said in a nonchalant tone, "Later, Qin Ruofei died in a car accident."
"Shortly after Qin Ruofei died, Fu Chengli stayed abroad for a while. When he returned, he was so focused on his work that he had no time to deal with marriage."
"But in the end, we couldn't escape it. I just came back from Beicheng, and his father, Fu Haidong, and my father have put the engagement banquet on the agenda. In a while, we will be engaged."
An Ying's heart sank.
How could it be... so fast?
Although Qin Jinchuan had said something similar, this time it came from the person involved.
This feeling is so real.
Huo Ying stared at An Ying's increasingly pale face and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, no matter how deep your feelings are with Fu Chengli, I also have choices that I must face."
Huo Ying thought for a moment, then said in a half-teasing, half-joking tone, "If Fu Chengli still wants to be with you, I don't mind."
An Ying frowned.
Huo Ying: "Actually, I don't mind. Our marriage is just a way for us to each do our own thing. If Fu Chengli has other women outside, I won't care."
An Ying said in a deep voice, "But I mind."
Huo Ying pursed her lips, smiled faintly, and said, "An Ying, I think you're a smart person. Fu Chengli likes you to some extent. Even if you go with him, he won't treat you badly. No matter how you look at it, you're not at a disadvantage..."
An Ying interrupted Huo Ying, saying each word clearly: "I mind."
Back then, An Weiping had an affair with Xu Mei, resulting in the birth of An Xiaoxiao.
An Ying would never allow herself to become a character like Xu Mei.
Huo Ying gave a thoughtful "oh".
An Ying remained calm: "I will never allow myself to get involved in anyone's marriage. If Fu Chengli gets together with you, I will definitely leave."
Before leaving the ward, An Ying glanced back at the girl sitting on the sofa.
"Huo Ying, if you really liked Fu Yu, I don't believe you could face him calmly and tease him about calling you sister-in-law after you married another man."
Huo Ying was stunned.
"You deserve to marry the person you love, not waste your life with a man you have no feelings for."
After An Ying left, Huo Ying sat in Fu Yushi's hospital room for a while.
It must be admitted that An Ying's words had an impact on her.
The man she loves is right in front of her, so why should she waste her life on a man she has no feelings for?
"Hey, it's Lunar New Year's Eve today. I've gone home for the holiday. I was worried you'd be lonely, so I came to check on you. Bye-bye!"
She rested her chin on her hand, looking at Fu Yushi who was fast asleep.
Finally, Huo Ying smiled helplessly and got up to leave.
The moment the door closed, Fu Yushi slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze.
He thought for a while, then took his phone out from under his pillow and made a call.
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The caregiver pushed An Ying to the hospital cafeteria for a meal.
When we returned, it was getting dark.
The caregiver said she was going to call her family to wish them a Happy New Year, leaving An Ying alone in the ward.
She slowly moved to the window.
A waning moon hangs in the sky.
She's spending Chinese New Year alone again this year.
Since starting university, she has rarely returned to the Fu family home.
She would rather be alone than put up with An Weiping.
In previous years, An Weiping would take An Ying and An Xiaoxiao to the Fu family's house for a free meal during the Spring Festival.
In my memory, this is not a happy memory.
The Fu family members all treated them as a joke.
After returning from the Fu family, An Weiping couldn't bear to scold his own daughter, nor did he dare to provoke Xu Mei, so he vented the anger he had suffered there on An Ying.
An Ying could only recall fragmented details of her interactions with Fu Chengli.
He was a noble young master, and she was almost an outsider.
He seemed quite different from those snobbish servants.
He always answered An Ying's questions and granted her every request.
One year, An Yinggang received a red envelope from Grandpa Fu, and An Weiping secretly snatched it away, saying, "What does a child need money for?"
He snatched it and stuffed it into his pocket.
An Ying knew that this money would soon become part of An Weiping's mahjong game.
An Ying simply hid behind a bookshelf on the third floor and read by herself.
After watching for a while, a man's voice rang out from above.
"Why are you here alone?"
An Ying looked up.
Fu Chengli had just returned from abroad at that time. His skin was a bit tanned, and his figure was more upright, exuding a mature masculine charm.
His tall figure cast a shadow under the overhead light.
It blocked the light from An Ying's reading.
Fu Chengli casually put one hand in his pocket, while in the other hand, he held a half-smoked cigarette between his fingertips.
An Ying finally came to her senses.
It was only then that he suddenly realized that his cousin was no longer the frail young man who had just been discharged from the hospital after a car accident.
An Ying turned the book cover over to show him.
The two chatted briefly.
An Ying recounted the details of her high school life, while Fu Chengli leaned against the door frame until the cigarette in his hand burned out.
Fu Chengli stubbed out his cigarette and gave her a sharp look.
"The Fu family gives Fourth Uncle over 100,000 yuan a month for living expenses. How much of that do you get?"
An Ying was taken aback.
She had no idea that the Fu family was so wealthy.
"I don't know. I won a scholarship in a previous competition, but I never asked my family for any money."
Fu Chengli frowned.
"You can take this book home if you like it, but you need to register it with Butler Zhao first."
He left after saying that.
An Ying nodded and whispered a thank you.
Not long after that day, An Ying received a book from Butler Zhao.
She casually flipped through a few pages.
A red envelope was tucked inside the book.
Inside was a thick stack of RMB banknotes.
It was more than what Grandpa Fu gave.
His care and concern for her seemed to have been gradually permeating her life for a long time.
When did it all start?
An Ying didn't know either.
Perhaps, one day in the future, she can ask her properly.
But right now, she took a bullet for him.
He was going to arrange a marriage for the sake of his family's interests.
Everyone was hoping they would break up.
An Ying didn't know how their relationship could continue.
Those heartfelt words exchanged.
And those words of longing for him...
How else could I possibly say it?
click-
An Ying heard the sound of the lock being opened behind the door.
The door opened and then closed gently.
The room fell silent again.
The ward was dimly lit, and An Ying didn't bother to turn around, assuming that the caregiver had just finished her phone call and returned.
"Auntie, I want to rest early..."
An Ying was speaking when she glanced back.
The man, dressed in a dark overcoat, stood tall and elegant at the door of the ward, exuding a chill as he silently looked at her.
An Ying instinctively called out his name.
“Fu Chengli…”
As she spoke, her eyes gradually reddened.