The daughter-in-law of a wealthy family does not lie flat

Fu Yanheng knocked on the door, "Dad!"

"It's the boss, come in!"

"Dad, I have something to tell you."

When Fu Dai saw his son, he looked depressed and his shoulders were lower than usual.

"Drinking?"

"A little bit, not too much."

"Okay, please sit down. I'll make you some Artemisia capillaris tea. You can talk slowly."

Fu Yanheng slowly told Lu Qing about her experiences that afternoon, how his father-in-law and mother-in-law had gone through that dark night and how they had escaped danger, how Lu Qing had vomited blood, and what the doctor had said.

"How is Lu Qing now?"

"I've taken the medicine and went to sleep."

"Have some tea!" Fu Daishi poured tea for his son. "Are you feeling guilty now? Do you feel that you failed to help your eldest daughter-in-law?"

"Dad, I feel so bad. Just now when I returned to the East Building, I saw Lu Qing looking exhausted. I really wanted to help her, but I couldn't. Even if I were here in the afternoon, I wouldn't be able to do better than Lu Qing."

"What kind of connections did the eldest daughter-in-law find? They got in touch so quickly."

"I haven't talked to her in detail yet. She's resting with her eyes closed. I don't even have the energy to talk. I think it's her classmate, the one who has connections with the Middle Eastern royal family."

"Yeah. So, people should make good friends. Who knows which cloud will bring rain?"

"Yes, I noted it down."

"Son, you shouldn't give up on yourself. I don't think Lu Qing blames you. Did she lose her temper when you got back just now?"

"How could I have the energy to lose my temper? I'd rather she lose her temper with me! She just lay there, looking much weaker and smaller than usual. I couldn't describe how I felt."

Fu Daishi said, "I'll go see her tomorrow morning! Yan Heng, don't be too sad. Didn't the doctor say that if you take good care of her, there won't be any root of disease. As for your feelings, I understand. Lu Qing is more capable than the average woman, and she has a good heart. Such people often overwork themselves. However, successful people have to go through this. If you don't go through this, you will never know how far you can go."

Seeing that his son was still standing there in a daze and didn't even pay attention to pouring tea for his father, Fu Daishi poured himself a cup of tea.

"When I first took over Fu's, I encountered a crisis. I offended someone. Three banks came together to withdraw loans. They wanted our high-quality collateral, including the land where we now own this house. I was only in my forties at the time. I used to have black hair, but because of this incident, my temples turned white in just three days."

"It turns out that there is such a thing as white hair overnight."

"Isn't it? I thought it was fake, an artistic exaggeration, when I heard that Wu Zixu's hair turned white overnight after passing Shaoguan. But when it happened to me, I realized that the torment really makes people want to die. You can see the white hair, but your heart ages a few years, and your life span decreases a few years, which you can't see. Lu Qing's vomiting blood is the same as my white hair back then."

"Then how did you overcome this difficulty?"

"There's really no good solution. Your mother's family gathered some money, and they wanted to give all their wealth. I also sold some properties and houses at a low price. The president of HSBC Haicheng Branch was my elementary school classmate. Although I call him elementary school classmate, we were actually in the same class for one semester. I went to his house four or five times to negotiate the deal. After that, everything was fine, and I never cooperated with those banks again."

"No wonder you're so nice to mom."

"Yes, her family even owes the man the dowry for your cousin, and they use all their cash flow for me."

"Did we go up later?"

"You are such a fool, if you hadn't paid it back, would we still be able to live here? Wouldn't we have been kicked out long ago?"

Listening to his father talking about these past events, Fu Yanheng gradually calmed down and began to pour tea for his father.

"Son, people have different abilities and interests throughout their lives. I have long said that doing great things and inheriting a family business are not necessarily blessings. The truly blessed people are those who are rich and idle. In the past, they spoke like the princes of the Qing Dynasty."

"However, things still need to be done by someone, and the family business must be carried forward by someone. This person must be virtuous, talented, and have vision, not fighting for the moment, not for personal gain, and in a big way, serve the country and the people, and in a small way, do more good things and accumulate more good karma."

Fu Daishi opened the window, letting the fragrance of osmanthus float in.

"Your grandmother once told me that a family can't be passed down forever. Even Confucius' so-called unbroken cultural heritage is controversial, isn't it? We shouldn't regard a family's wealth or who is in power as the most important thing, but how to make our descendants become people with noble morals and who can stand tall and proud. Even if one day the family tree is broken, we will not be ashamed of our ancestors and our conscience. I have never been able to forgive your second brother because he touched the bottom line of his conscience."

After listening to his father's words, Fu Yanheng had a vague feeling of what his father wanted to express, but he couldn't grasp the point.

The successor must be virtuous, talented, have vision, not be short-sighted, and not act for personal gain. Who is this person?

Fu Daishi told his son many things before letting him go back. "When your father-in-law and mother-in-law come back safely, you must comfort and take good care of them. I think you can take Lu Qing and Lening to live at the Lin's house for a few days."

"Okay. Dad, Lu Qing won't let me tell you about her vomiting blood."

"Yes, she is now a famous person. Her every move affects the company and everyone's trust in the company. Fortunately, this is not a listed company. If the actual controller of a listed company vomited blood, the stock price would collapse the next day. Let's not tell anyone about this. Just say it's a cold to your mother and Jun Lin Jiayi. I guess Lu Qing has also explained to the servants, so you'd better give them some instructions."

"Yes." Fu Yanheng agreed and went.

It’s strange to say, but when I was a teenager I hated listening to my father’s lectures the most. When I was in my twenties, I felt that what my father said made sense. After I was in my thirties, I wanted to discuss things with my old father whenever I had something to discuss.

Coming out of his father's study, Fu Yanheng's shoulders straightened a lot.

After returning to the east building and quietly entering the bedroom, Fu Yanheng looked at the sleeping Lu Qing, then lay beside the bed, touching her hair with his hand, and then he took her hand and kissed it.

Seeing Huang Dong dozing off on the chaise longue, he touched her shoulder with his hand and told her to go back to sleep.

Huang Dong saw that Lu Qing was already asleep, nodded, and left quietly.

Fu Yanheng changed his clothes quietly, lay down on the bed, gently held Lu Qing in his arms, and kissed her forehead continuously. Thinking of Lu Qing's helplessness in the afternoon, he couldn't help but say sorry softly.

The moonlight outside was bright, a tear quietly slipped down Lu Qing's eye, and she leaned closer into her husband's arms.