He was high-spirited and full of heroism.
Fu Xia was very pleased that Fu Bing was motivated. She didn't want to discourage him, but she still couldn't help but remind him, "The real estate industry is cyclical. One wave of the market will go down, and another will rise. No one can predict what the next market will be like. You'd better think about it carefully, and don't take the wrong path."
Old Madam Fu said unhappily. "Can't you just hope for your brother to do well? He hasn't even done anything, and you're already pouring cold water on him. "
"Business has its own rules. I just want to explain it to him," Wang Yao said with a smile. Fu Xia sighed. Since young, she had rarely argued with her mother. This was because no matter what it was, there was no value in arguing.
She was willing to speak to her mother occasionally because she cared about their mother-son relationship.
Old Fu rebuked Old Madam Fu. "Are you better at doing business, or am I better at doing business? It's a blessing that Xiao Bing has his sister to guide him. But you're finding fault with him. What kind of mother are you? Stop messing around. "
He did not know how big his daughter's business was, and he did not ask about it. But he was sure that it was not bad.
His daughter had not been in contact with them for more than 10 years. They only knew that his daughter had returned to China through the TV news. This time, they finally met her in person.
The area they rented was old and small. The rent was cheap, and most of the people living there were old people and foreigners. There were no rich or influential people, and it had always been peaceful.
Until the day his daughter came back, there were reporters waiting at the entrance of the area. Every time they went out, they would be greeted by camera flashes.
Every now and then, his daughter had to attend all kinds of events with the leaders.
Anyway, he knew that his daughter had hit the jackpot.
His son would never be able to woo his daughter in this lifetime.
Old Madam Fu was not convinced. "Who's finding fault with me? I'm just telling the truth. No one is born knowing everything. You have to learn slowly. It's good to have confidence."
Fu Bing looked at his sister's expression and grumbled, "What do you not know? What nonsense are you spouting every day? I'm an adult, so why are you still worrying? Who's capable? I'm just listening to others, and it's not like I'm losing weight."
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't expect his sister to help him, and he didn't want his sister to help him either. As for the specific reason, he couldn't explain it. Sometimes, he would sink into self-pity, thinking that everything that had happened today was caused by him, and it would be best for him to lick his wounds alone.
However, the reality was that he couldn't escape from his sister's halo. There were many things that his sister didn't say, but he knew that his sister had arranged for him.
After receiving her big sister's kindness, he still had to say some sour words. Wasn't he too heartless?
When He Zhou returned home in the evening, he took a shower and found that the light in his mother's room was still on. He rubbed his hair with a towel as he pushed the door open.
Since moving to a new house with four bedrooms and one living room, everyone had their own bedroom.
Hearing the noise, Fu Xia put down the document in her hand and turned around. "You're still not sleeping?"
Fu Yao said, "Mom, I'm leaving tomorrow."
Fu Xia said, "You know that you have to catch a flight, so why don't you sleep early?"
Fu Yao said, "It's fine. I can make it. I just need six hours of sleep every day."
Fu Xia sensed that he was acting strange. She smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fu Yao lowered his head and opened his mouth, wanting to say something. In the end, he didn't say anything and just stood there in a daze.
Fu Xia turned her head to look at him and said cheerfully, "Silly boy, is there anything that you can't tell Mom?"
Fu Yao said, "I've always had a question in my heart. I've never asked you since I was young. I'm going to graduate from university soon."
"What is it?" Fu Xia's expression suddenly turned serious.
Fu Yao said, "Will you be angry if I tell you?"
Fu Xia finally understood that she couldn't hide it anymore. The child had grown up.
Still smiling, she said, "You're my son. No matter what you do, I won't be angry at you. You'll always be Mom's good child. Mom watched you grow up, so I know what you want to ask. You're a good child, so you've been holding it in. Even if you don't ask, Mom will tell you. "
She looked at her son with a doting expression.
"Then …" Fu Yao was still too embarrassed to say it out loud.
Fu Xia said, "Your father is a good person, a very good person. However, you're old and you've been educated. You should understand that sometimes two people don't need a reason to separate. It's not because of who's bad or who did something wrong. Dad wants to leave and Mom wants to leave too. That's all. "
His mother's reason didn't convince Fu Yao. He didn't want to give up and asked, "What kind of person is he?"
He wanted to understand his father's character. He could always find some clues from his mother's words.
Fu Xia put down the pen in her other hand and took a sip of tea from her teacup. She smiled and said, "Him? First of all, look at your skin color. You should be able to guess that he's definitely Chinese."
Fu Yao interrupted, "Mom, I know all of this."
He had always been a patient person, but he just had to be impatient at that moment.
He couldn't help but feel upset.
Fu Xia smiled and shook her head. "Your temper isn't like your father at all. He's stubborn, and sometimes he's so sensitive that it makes one's heart ache."
"Excessive pride can sometimes lead to inferiority." Fu Yao could roughly guess that his father must have come from a poor family. His childhood experience made him more sensitive than most people. He was sensitive to other people's gazes and every word that people said unintentionally.
Just like the Malaysians next door. Even though they weren't doing as well as the Singaporeans, they always maintained a passionate fighting spirit. As long as there was a slight flaw in their words, they would immediately retort.
Fu Xia said, "Do you know the term 'phoenix man'? It's very popular in the mainland now … "
Fu Yao didn't know the term, but he didn't ask. He just searched on his phone while listening to his mother continue. "He came from the countryside. The most worthy thing in his life was that he overcame all obstacles and passed the college entrance examination to enter the top university in China." As Fu Xia spoke, she couldn't help but think about the past again. "He was very unsophisticated. No matter how much money he had, it couldn't wash away that unsophisticated smell from him. Sometimes, it seemed like he was afraid that people would look down on him, so he purposely acted like that."
Fu Yao said, "Mom, you're from the city."
He had some understanding of the country's situation. The huge difference between urban and rural in China, especially in the seventies and eighties.
Fu Xia raised her head and said, "Of course. No matter how bad your grandparents were back then, they were still workers in state-owned enterprises. They had an iron rice bowl. Moreover, we were born in the Imperial City. From the moment we were born, we had an extra layer of superiority over everyone else. You guys can't understand it.
You don't know how difficult it was for me. I had to pretend to be an unsophisticated girl from the countryside who hadn't seen the world and look at him with admiration. "
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