In the office with a sense of the times, Fu Jiu was immersed in reading the report. Suddenly the phone on the table rang. She jumped in surprise and reached out to pick it up. "Uncle Clan, this is Fu Quan." A strange yet familiar voice came from the other end. Fu Jiu was startled and looked at the screen. It was the landline of the main house. I just went back to report on my work last year. Logically speaking, it has not been a year yet. Why did the patriarch suddenly get a call? After the accident happened to the only heir of the direct line, the family has been trying its best to search for it. It has been twenty years now. Except for reporting on their work every three years, the clan leader has never let them go back or contacted them. , the bills and reports are all collected by Mr. Jin from the direct branch at the end of the year; it is even more impossible for the patriarch to call in person. At present, the main industries of the clan are still in the hands of the direct branches, but most of the side branches have gradually been controlled and divided by their side branches. On the surface, they belong to the clan, but privately, they have gone into their own pockets. , no one is prepared to give it back, don’t you know if it’s a direct descendant? With Fu Quan's brain, it was impossible for him not to know, but he didn't deal with it. Why? No one can guess. Of course, no matter what, for them, it is naturally the best time to fish in troubled waters, and they will not be stupid enough to remind them. When they get together in private, they will laugh at the demise of their direct heirs and wait for the opportunity to rise to power. Who makes this patriarch a love interest? After that one died, he never looked for the woman again. He was always looking for the missing legitimate son. Now, there was a sudden call from there, and it was the clan leader himself. He was baffled, but also frightened. "Uncle, your youngest son's name is Fu Mingle, right?" He got straight to the point and didn't even say greetings. "Yeah, what's wrong?" It's this straightforwardness that is the most frightening. Fu Jiu's throat tightened when he heard the name of the youngest son who was the most disobedient to discipline came out of the patriarch's mouth. He put his left hand under the table and pinched his knees in confusion.
Is it possible that this kid is not peaceful even in the hospital? Did you offend the people from the direct branch? "Tomorrow you go to expel him from school, and the four who are with him will also go together. If he is not thoroughly disciplined, he will not be allowed to enter school." As soon as these words came out, Fu Jiu's eyes darkened and he almost fell down on his desk. How serious of a crime did this have to make the clan leader personally call him and ask him to drop out of school? "Cheng Xi!" Fu Jiu called in panic after hanging up the phone. "Master." The butler knocked on the door and came in, "What's going on?" Why is the master's face so pale and frightening? "Go and make preparations to bring the second young master back and send him to a manor in England where he will be under strict supervision! If he cannot learn the rules, he will not be allowed to set foot in the country! Inform Secretary Wen and he will be expelled from school tomorrow." The housekeeper was stunned when he heard this, but he immediately reacted and did not dare to ask any more questions, so he immediately went to deal with it. In the ward, Tu Du sat silently on the bedside. On the small table on the left hand side, the open lunch box smelled of food, but it was not favored. "A'du, finish your meal and talk to your mother, okay?" Qin Zhiwei took good care of herself. Her exquisite makeup highlighted her gorgeous facial features and made her radiant. She wore a lavender dress that outlined her perfect figure. Even if you just stand there and say nothing, you can attract the attention of people around you. Tu Du silently moved his gaze to the woman in front of him, familiar yet unfamiliar. I have to admit that his mother is really good-looking, otherwise, the old man wouldn't have married his son back home no matter how much trouble he made. "If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep." Tu Du didn't want to eat her food, nor did he want to spend a penny from her. When she was five years old, her father died in a car accident, and she left him and her brother behind without a trace. Although she didn't take away the compensation, his nostalgia for her had long since dissipated in tears. Over the years, his elder brother has taken care of him. It was not until last year that his elder brother participated in the military conscription and was selected. He also promised that he could take care of himself, and the two brothers separated. Last year, she suddenly appeared at the school gate to give money to her future stepson Fu Mingle, but he just shouted out and gave him five yuan. Under the dazzling sunshine, their mother was still stunningly beautiful. She said that she had her own family and it was difficult to be a stepmother, so she couldn't come over to see him and her brother often. Yes, not always, just seven years, that's all. It was also that time that Fu Mingle knew of his existence, which started his journey of being bullied.
He didn't look for her or tell him, because he knew too well that this woman would not protect him, and he could only protect himself. "A'du, I'm my mother, how can you talk to your mother like this?" Qin Zhiwei's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked accusingly at the grown-up Yao Zi. "Both my brother and I have reached an age where we don't need our mother. If you have anything to say, just say it. If you don't say it, I'll go to sleep." There was a trace of fatigue on the young man's pale face, and his left hand under the quilt tightly grasped the sheets. Only then can he contain the accusations that are almost unstoppable in his heart. "You kid... Mingle and his friends were expelled from school, did you know?" As soon as these words came out, Tu Du's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, and sure enough... "I heard that his injury this time was related to you, right? It was you who complained to the principal and said..." As she spoke, Qin Zhiwei unknowingly took on a scolding tone, and there was no trace of that little girl just now in her eyes. The pitiful sadness and frustration. "roll!" A conversation between mother and son ended in Tudu's violent and painful roar! Qin Zhiwei was pushed out and the ward door was tightly closed. The young man covered the wound on his chest and sat on the floor with his back against the door. He forced himself to bite his dry lips to control himself from crying. Obviously, he has tried very hard to forget this irresponsible woman, but why does she still appear in his life, and why does she still speak for the bully at all costs? He was hospitalized and was beaten by the bully. Couldn't she see that? Yuan Zhuan just came over to see Tu Du's situation on a temporary basis. How could he know that he had witnessed such a 'world war'~ Her child was injured and hospitalized. She didn't come to see how the child was injured, but came to intercede with Fu Mingle? Yuan Zhuan's very stable emotions, which he has always been able to control, were also somewhat affected, Mad! Selfish devil! The woman was kicked out, but she still wanted to go in. She grabbed the door lock and knocked on the door several times, but was stopped by the nurse. She had no choice but to leave with a face, without even considering whether the young man inside was sad or in physical condition. Yuan Zhuan stood in the corridor for a while before approaching the ward. With her good hearing, she heard the suppressed crying inside, which was almost breathy. No wonder the chest of the owner of the voice began to make breathy sounds. Not sure what he was thinking, Yuan Zhuan just leaned against the door and sat down cross-legged until the crying inside gradually disappeared, and the aunt who delivered the food came pushing a trolley to deliver the food. "Little girl, what are you doing sitting on the floor?" After being discovered, Yuan Zhuan was so embarrassed that he had no time to stand up. The door behind him had already been opened. Yuan Zhuan suddenly lost his seat and fell backward on the young man's feet in embarrassment.