RPAGF Chapter 418: Husband and wife sing in harmony
Chapter 418: Husband and wife sing in harmony
Wen Zhixia laughed at him, "Can't you let my grandfather worry less?"
"But speaking of which," Fu Ruoshi lowered his eyes and looked at her, "where do you want to hold the wedding?"
Wen Zhixia then remembered that Fu Ruoshi had started selecting a location a long time ago and had chosen many famous old hotels in the United States.
But she was so busy at the time that she forgot about it.
"I still have that PDF file," she thought, pulling out her phone. "Wait a moment, I'll take a look."
Wen Zhixia had just opened the WeChat chat history when Fu Ruoshi’s phone rang.
[Voice call from Song Ailing]
"Where are you guys?" Song Ailing's voice sounded a little noisy. "Bring Zhixia to the villa. We need to discuss the venue for your wedding."
"Besides you and grandma, who else is there?" Fu Ruoshi asked.
Song Ailing: "No one else."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
Fu Ruoshi was using the hands-free mode, and Wen Zhixia also heard it.
"I'll go," Fu Ruoshi knew that she didn't want to have too much contact with the Fu family. "I'll take you home first. Actually, there's nothing much to discuss about the venue. You have the final say on whether I marry you or not. You don't have to worry about the rest."
Wen Zhixia shook her head, "You said it was me who married you, so I can't just hide behind you if something happens. Let's go together."
Fu Ruoshi looked at her serious expression and lovingly held her in his arms. "I want you to hide behind me. With me here, you don't have to care about anyone else's opinion. Just do what you want to do, and I will help you solve other problems."
Wen Zhixia has never been someone who expects to reap the fruits of others' labor. Now she is just more certain than ever that he will always stand by her side.
"I know," she looked up at him, "but since I've chosen to be with you, I should reintegrate into your life. There are some things I didn't do well from the beginning, but I can't stop contacting your family forever and hide in my shell forever. What do you think?"
Although Fu Ruoshi still had some concerns, he would not go against her wishes.
"Okay." He took her hand and put it in his arms, "Let's go together."
After reaching an agreement, the two of them cleaned the remaining corners of the house together, said goodbye to their grandfather and said they would come back next month.
Forty minutes later.
The car drove out of the city and stopped outside the street of an old house in the south of the city.
As soon as Wen Zhixia got out of the car, she saw Song Ailing and another middle-aged woman in luxurious clothes coming out of the courtyard.
"Oh, this is Zhixia, right?" The woman stepped forward and said with a friendly smile, "I'm Ruoshi's cousin, Li Yurong. You probably haven't seen me, but I've often heard Ailing talk about you."
Wen Zhixia was just about to say hello to her cousin when Fu Ruoshi came up from behind.
He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his arms. "Aunt, long time no see. You look beautiful again."
"You're just sweet-talking." Li Yurong hit him.
"Let's go to the front hall and talk," Song Ailing said, "We're all waiting for you."
Fu Ruoshi looked down at Wen Zhixia, and seeing that she was also looking at him, he tightened his grip a little.
Pushing open the half-open rosewood door, Wen Zhixia stepped into the main hall.
In an instant, more than ten eyes were focused on her.
Wen Zhixia was slightly stunned.
There are so many people here, and they are all the elders of the Fu family who have more influence.
Some of these faces she remembered, others she had no impression of at all.
"Ruoshi, you're really becoming more and more high-profile," someone suddenly said with a smile. "Didn't you never appear in the media before? How come your engagement is now known to the whole city?"
Wen Zhixia looked in the direction of the voice.
The old man was Fu Ruoshi’s second uncle. She had met him before at Fu Keming’s funeral. He was also one of the most influential people in the Fu family.
"Everyone will improve," Fu Ruoshi pulled Wen Zhixia and sat next to his second uncle. "I just want everyone to know. I want everyone to see it. How can I hide my marriage?"
Second Uncle said, "But I remember that this is your second marriage."
Bai Lan immediately explained, "As young people, it's inevitable for us to have some conflicts. We divorced before, but we're reconciled now."
"I was the one who had a seizure at that time," Fu Ruoshi also explained, "I pissed her off and she left, but now I've got her back."
During this period, the Fu family had more or less heard about the whole process of Fu Ruoshi's pursuit of his wife. Therefore, among the people who came today, some had seen Wen Zhixia, while others had never seen her and wanted to see how capable she was to make the most difficult man in the Fu family willingly submit to her.
The uncle across from him spoke. "According to the Fu family's rules, a second wedding can't be grand. You can just have a simple one in Jincheng."
Wen Zhixia had met him several times and was not unfamiliar with him.
"Uncle, Ruo Shi and I have discussed that we plan to do it in the United States," she replied. "In Jincheng, it will inevitably involve a lot of acquaintances, so it will be easier to do it in the United States."
Fu Ruoshi continued her words, "Of course we have to do it on a grand scale, but not locally. I'm too lazy to deal with those playboys."
"No, Ruo Shi, you have to listen to us," Third Aunt said, "It's unlucky to have a second marriage. It will also affect the reputation of the Fu family if it gets out. People will say that Mr. Fu is a second-marriage person, and they will accuse you of returning to your former lover and of having an affair."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere present instantly froze.
Third Aunt's words were very harsh, hitting Wen Zhixia's sore spot, and Fu Ruoshi's face suddenly darkened.
Just as he was about to stand up to defend himself, a soft little hand held him down.
"Aunt, there's something good about turning back," Wen Zhixia smiled and picked up a pot of succulents on the table. "Take this succulent for example. Although its mother plant is a bit dry, we shouldn't throw it away. Break off the leaves and replant. The new ones will be fatter and cuter."
Third Aunt was slightly stunned.
The last time she saw Wen Zhixia was at Bai Lan's birthday party. At that time, she was left in the front hall by Fu Ruoshi, a helpless little girl.
I didn't expect that after not seeing her for half a year, she had become a completely new person.
"Xiao Xia, Third Auntie doesn't mean to bully you," Yan Jinyi smiled. "Behind closed doors, we're all family. Let's just talk about the facts."
Wen Zhixia nodded, "Of course."
Fu Ruoshi was about to lose his temper just now, but Wen Zhixia said a few light words to quell his anger.
He had taken this succulent from Wen Zhixia's room. He didn't expect that she would put it to good use and resolve the embarrassment.
"Horses eat the grass they've returned to because the grass on the horse farm is good," he continued, "and the grass we've returned to is the grass we've carefully processed and cultivated. Those who say they don't want to eat it haven't tasted it. Don't bother with them."
The couple sang in unison, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.
After everyone drank some tea, the second uncle said, "But if we rent a foreigner's place and hold a Chinese wedding, our ancestors will be unhappy, right?"
Wen Zhixia took the snack he handed over and said, "Second Uncle, I remember grandma told me that her wedding with grandpa was held in France. When grandpa went to France for an inspection, he proposed to grandma at the Arc de Triomphe. We are the ones who paid the money, so the foreigners have to flatter us."
After she finished speaking, she looked back at Bai Lan and asked, "Right, grandma?"
Seeing her cleverness, Bai Lan smiled with satisfaction and doting, "My dear girl, grandma only told you once, and you remember it so clearly. Fu Jingxian, is your memory declining as you get older?"
"Grandma, you're wrong. My second uncle will always be eighteen." Fu Ruoshi quickly poured tea for his second uncle and blocked his mouth. "Drink some tea to moisten your throat."