Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Fu Zheng interrupted her, "I sent her here. I was afraid that she would be implicated by me."

The expression on Fu Qingyue's face cracked for a moment, and then she said angrily, "Azheng, you like her so much that you can even come up with such an excuse?! Aren't you afraid that your old relationship with her will rekindle? Don’t forget that there is a child between them!”

Fu Qingyue had something to say.

A sharp flash flashed through Fu Zheng's eyes, and his big hand on the armrest tightened and then loosened suddenly, "Auntie is too worried. I have sent someone to protect her. I know exactly who she has been in contact with. But listen, listen. What do you mean by that, you know who that guy is? He's from Philadelphia?"

Fu Qingyue chuckled and shook her head, "I don't know. But I clearly remember that I met her in June. At that time, her belly looked seven or eight months old. She must have been pregnant after arriving here."

In that photo, Wen Liang was wearing a skirt, and it really looked like summer.

He had chosen to accept it, and Wen Liang didn't know anything about it, so he naturally wouldn't show anything in front of Wen Liang. However, every time he thought about it, every time he saw it, Fu Zheng still couldn't help but feel a little bit of sadness in his heart. Of course.

His expression was tense and his eyes were lowered, "Don't mention this matter again. Auntie, you asked me out. I thought you missed me and wanted to catch up with me. If you want to tell me this, I can't. Please accompany me."

Fu Qingyue was already filled with anger when she saw Fu Zheng protecting Wen Liang like this.

If she had known this, when Wen Liang was adopted by the Fu family, she should have found a way to drive Wen Liang out!

However, Fu Zheng didn't have much filial piety towards her, so she couldn't break up with Fu Zheng!

Fu Qingyue had no choice but to suppress the anger in her heart and let out a long sigh of relief, "Forget it, let's not mention her anymore. You don't know how worried I was when I heard about your accident. I even made a special trip back to my country to find out if I could find any connections. Luckily you're okay."

"Sorry, aunt."

Fu Zheng believed Fu Qingyue's words.

Except for the conflict with Wen Liang, Fu Qingyue has always been good to him.

"What's the trouble? You are my child. Of course I can't watch anything happen to you."

Not to mention Wen Liang, the conversation between the two was quite harmonious.

Fu Qingyue asked about the old lady and Fu Shifan, and Fu Zheng answered them one by one.

Before I knew it, more than an hour passed.

Reminiscing about old times has come to an end.

Fu Zheng glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late, Auntie, where do you live? I'll take you back."

"No, I've made an appointment with a friend, you go back first." Fu Qingyue said.

Fu Qingyue came here to meet friends, and met Wen Liang, who was pregnant, and took photos.

Fu Zheng didn't doubt it and responded, "That's fine, it's already night, be careful, I'll be back first."

Fu Zheng stood up and left.

Looking at his back, Fu Qingyue's eyes were deep. She poured a glass of wine in annoyance and drank it in one gulp. The spicy liquid entered her throat and made her stomach feel uncomfortable. Only in this way would she feel better.

Huo Junshan abandoned her, and his son was no longer close to her.

If she had known this outcome, even if she upset the Huo family, she would not have left Jiangcheng or her children!

Fu Qingyue drank two glasses of wine in succession, and only slowed down after the third glass.

She leaned back in her chair and took a sip.

The same goes for the fourth cup.

As if waiting for someone.

In a booth not far away, Ilia looked at Fu Qingyue who was occupying a table alone, and asked Alice, "What should I do? Should I go over and say hello?"

Alice thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead, be polite and don't say too much."

"Ah."

Ilia mustered up the courage, stood up with the wine glass in hand, and walked towards Fu Qingyue.

Fu Qingyue caught a glimpse of Ilia's figure from the corner of her eye, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of success.

She just found out that Ilia would appear here tonight, so she invited Fu Zheng to meet here.

She bet that Ilia would come to her.

She made the right bet!

"Hello, madam, can I sit down?" Ilia pointed to the seat opposite Fu Qingyue with a smile.

"Of course." Fu Qingyue nodded.

……

Alice was observing from the booth not far away.

She originally just wanted to ask Ilia to say hello and leave a good impression. The more she said during the first meeting, the easier it was to make mistakes.

Unexpectedly, more than ten minutes passed and Ilia still hadn't come back.

She sat opposite Fu Qingyue, and the two chatted happily.

After a few more minutes, Ilia returned to the table with the wine glass in hand.

Alice couldn't help but ask, "Why did it take so long? Who is she? What did you say?"

Ilia was startled, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

“伊丽娅？”

Ilia came back to her senses, "She is Fu Zheng's mother. We didn't say anything, we just talked casually."

"So, his mother likes you very much?"

Thinking of what Fu Qingyue said, Ilia nodded shyly, "Yeah."

"That's good, that's a good start."

After saying goodbye to Alice, Ilia returned home, Fu Qingyue's words kept flashing through her mind.

She said that if she really liked Fu Zheng, she would be willing to help him.

She said that she held a huge secret about Fu Zheng.

She said that Fei was just greedy for Fu Zheng's money, and she did not approve of Fu Zheng and Fei being together from the beginning.

She said that she knew her identity and had a chance encounter with her. She liked her very much when she first saw her and hoped that she could replace Fei and become her daughter-in-law.

Ilia's heart was beating fast.

The next morning, Wen Liang sent Fu Zheng to Philadelphia International Airport.

Fu Zheng really didn't want to be separated from Wen Liang, but the group was busy with affairs and needed him to go back and take charge. Wen Liang still had unfinished work here and couldn't leave.

Fu Zheng held Wen Liang's waist, kissed her forehead, and warned her, "When you finish the work here, you must go back to me, do you understand?"

"I'll go back if I have time." Wen Liang said.

"Fanfan misses you very much."

"I'll try my best."

The boarding gate opened, and Fu Zheng walked over reluctantly, "I'm leaving."

"Ah."

"I'm really leaving."

"Ah."

"I……"

Wen Liang stood up on tiptoes and pecked his lips gently, "You have to leave."

Fu Zheng boarded the plane, found his seat in the first class cabin, sat down, took out his laptop and started working.

Passengers were boarding the plane one after another, and people sat in the seats next to his aisle.

Fu Zheng was immersed in his work and didn't care.

Ilia looked at his serious face at work, and her heart was pounding.

After returning home last night, she told her father that she wanted to go back to her uncle's house in Jiangcheng to stay for a while.

Mr. Wilson was puzzled.

The last time Ilia returned to Jiangcheng was when she was ten years old. She lived with her mother in Jiangcheng for a month, during which she even had a quarrel with her cousin.

After being scolded by Mrs. Wilson, Ilia restrained her attitude, but she still had a vague sense of superiority in her words and deeds.

After that, Mrs. Wilson went back to stay for a while, and Ilia stopped following her.

Therefore, Mr. Wilson was very puzzled by Ilia's sudden departure to his uncle's house in Jiangcheng, and so was Yan Huai.

Ilia just acted coquettishly to Mr. Wilson and said that she had a whim. Mr. Wilson was helpless. Knowing that Yan Huai would go to Jiangcheng in a few days, he allowed her to go.