Chapter 48 (2/2)

Qi CE lowers his head to drink tea.

The matter has not been settled, and the daughter is young. Mrs. Qi can't say it clearly. She made up a temporary excuse: ”your grandmother likes the three Fu family sisters. Today, she praised me again when I saw people. Ah Zhu, you are close to them. While the peonies in our garden are still open, we will invite their sisters to our house alone in a few days, so as to make your grandmother happy.”

Qi Zhu pursed his lips, and his eyes flashed with displeasure: ”how can people have time to play with me? I heard Fu Rong say that she will go to Ziwei mountain with Yingfang at the end of the month, and sister Wan Xuanxuan will go with her. It's Dragon Boat Festival again. Every family is busy celebrating the festival. Mother really wants to invite them to pick the day after the festival.”

Qi CE looks at his sister unexpectedly.

If my sister really likes Fu Rong, she should also call her nickname Fu Rong in private. It is said that she got the name of Fu Rong because she could not pronounce clearly when she was a child, instead of calling her name directly.

Do you resent Fu Rong?

Fu Rong has appearance but no talent, and is frivolous and superficial. No wonder his sister is not happy. Fortunately, he wants to marry Fu Wan, so he won't have to worry about the relationship between his sister-in-law in the future.

Some people think about marrying a daughter-in-law, while others naturally think about marrying a daughter.

As night fell, Qiao got into the bed and leaned into her husband's arms and began to talk with him about the whole family. ”I hear what they mean. They've got a crush on us, don't you think?”

Fu Pinyan carefully savored Mrs. Qi's words, and thought of Qi CE's gallantry, he was seven points sure: ”most of them are.”

”Do you agree?” Qiao was a little disappointed. ”Qi CE has met several times. He is indeed a good son-in-law candidate. However, after the evaluation next year, if you are satisfied with your job in Beijing, aren't we going to separate from Wan Wan?” Although the letters were very close to the capital, Qiao's eyes were sour at the thought that she would leave her eldest daughter here alone.