Chapter 979: I Never Visit the Three Treasures Hall Without a Reason

Fu Yanwei, hearing his wife's unreasonable fussing, felt somewhat weary: "Yanhong, have you forgotten the purpose of our return this time? Yet look how many scenes you've already caused. Ancestor, just consider it a plea from me: please stop making scenes until my job is secured, all right?"

Hearing these words, Hao Yanhong's nameless anger did subside somewhat, yet she still complained: "Back then, your parents looked down on me; now Jinze is five years old, and they still look down on me. Even if you secure the job, won't I still have to live under her gaze?"

Fu Yanwei was truly troubled, but the wife was one he had chosen; as she said, their son was already five—could he possibly abandon him? "Mom and Dad already said that once the fourth brother gets married and returns for the home-visit, we will split the household. You only need to endure a few more months. If you truly find it unbearable, then return to the educated youth point first and come back after the split."

"By then, the household will be split, and you can do as you please; you won't have to look at my mother's face anymore. What do you think?"

Hao Yanhong glared at Fu Yanwei: "What do you mean? You enjoy life in the city while sending me and our son back to the countryside? What were you thinking?"

Fu Yanwei, now angered as well, retorted: "This won't do, that won't do—exactly what must happen for you to be satisfied?"

Hao Yanhong's eyes reddened with anger: "Fu Yanwei, don't forget what you promised me before. Nothing has even happened yet, and you're already tired of me?"

Fu Yanwei, not wanting the family to see a joke, quickly reached out and pulled her closer: "Enough, enough. It's just that my job hasn't been secured, so I feel uneasy. Besides, your leg is still injured. Although it doesn't affect your walking, the doctor did say you must rest properly for some time. With all this jumping and hopping of yours, how could I not worry about another mishap?"

The commotion inside this room could be heard to some extent by the other rooms as well.

Fu Yan Cheng, with both hands tucked behind his head, listened to the turmoil in his second brother's room and made a firm decision in his heart: When he returns home for the wedding visit, he must take Xue'er and split off; with his second sister-in-law's fussing ways, Xue'er would likely not be able to stay even a moment.

Thinking thus, he acted; early the next morning, before dawn, he rose.

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he met Fu Mother, who had just come out to prepare breakfast: "Mom, good morning."

"Why are you up so early?"

"I'm going out to exercise. I'll eat outside later and go directly to find Liu Chuxue; don't save breakfast for me."

"Will you be back for lunch?"

"No, I won't be back. Don't prepare dinner for me either; I have matters to attend to this afternoon and will eat with my comrades-in-arms then."

Watching his youngest son open the main gate and walk out, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Whether he went to find a partner or to meet his comrades, it was probably just that he didn't want to hear his second daughter-in-law nagging.

Fu Yan Cheng did not go to exercise; instead, he took many twists and turns until he arrived before a small courtyard, then raised his hand and lightly tapped the main gate.

Not long after, a questioning voice came from within the courtyard: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Fu Yan Cheng."

Immediately, someone hurriedly approached the main gate from inside the courtyard; with a creak, the gate opened: "Brother Fu, why have you come? Is there something you need?"

Fu Yan Cheng smiled as he entered the courtyard: "I never visit the Three Treasures Hall without a reason."

That person laughed heartily: "If you have something, just say it; I, your brother, will certainly get it done for you."

Saying this, he led the person into the room: "Brother Fu, please sit; I'll pour you a cup of water to warm you."

Fu Yan Cheng hurriedly stopped him: "Don't bother; I truly have something to ask of you."

"Brother Fu, look at what you're saying. What kind of relationship do we have? Why speak of asking or not asking?"

Fu Yan Cheng did not stand on ceremony with the person; he went straight to the point: "My fiancée purchased a small courtyard some time ago and has been constantly mentioning wanting to do a simple renovation. I thought that since you are considered an expert in this area, I would entrust this matter to you."