Fu Miancheng moved his gaze from Fu Jingheng and gave a warning glare at Zhuang Lan. He walked over to Father Fu, took his arm, and whispered, "Dad, let me help you."
Zhuang Lan had seen Fu Miancheng's glare, but refusing to accept defeat, she glared back and then snorted with disdain. After he helped the old man walk away, she followed behind.
"Little Uncle, hi," Fu Xiao called to Fu Jingheng as he passed by.
Fu Jingheng paused, looked at him sideways, and nodded without saying anything. He then continued to move forward, but Fu Xiao unexpectedly stopped him again. "Uncle."
"You need something?" Fu Jingheng glanced at him again and then threw his coat jacket on the sofa.
"My marriage with Nan Yan..."
"It's been called off."
"I know, it's just that..." Fu Xiao was feeling a little embarrassed. In fact, he should have said this to his own father, Fu Miancheng, but the relationship between him and his father was really strange, and the number of times they'd seen each other wasn't even as frequent as the number of times he had seen this intimidating and awe-inspiring little uncle. Even if they did see each other, they simply said hello and gave each other brief greetings.
"I will have people deal with the recent media reports about you." Fu Jingheng had little affection for this nephew, but he couldn't say that he had no affection for him at all. He had been left alone for a lot of his childhood. Since he'd made the request, as his uncle, naturally he couldn't turn a blind eye to him.
"What if the Nan family refuse to give up?" With Fu Jingheng's words of assurance, Fu Xiao felt relieved.
"Nan Yan looks down on you, so don't worry about that."
Fu Jingheng's words made him feel very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to refute him, and he understood what he meant. As long as Nan Yan didn't have any intentions toward him, the Nan family wouldn't say anything further.
"Okay, I see. Sorry for troubling you, little uncle."
"It's time to let go of your popular girlfriend." Fu Jingheng was about to leave, but suddenly thinking of something, he continued speaking.
Fu Xiao was obviously a little confused when he heard this, and he asked in bewilderment, "What do you mean, Little Uncle?"
Without saying much of anything further, Fu Jingheng glanced at him. "It's up to you whether or not to listen to what I've said."
Looking at Fu Jingheng heading into the dining room, Fu Xiao started to think about what he'd just said. He carefully recalled the whole process since he'd met his girlfriend, but he didn't think that there had been anything wrong.
During the meal, the atmosphere at the table was a bit solemn, but it had always been so. Fu Jingheng had long been accustomed to it. He ate contentedly, and he would occasionally pick up food for Old Master Fu.
After Old Master Fu had pretty much finished eating, he put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. He couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingheng, who was sitting on his right side. "Jingheng! You're turning 28 years old this year, right?"
When Old Master Fu suddenly spoke, the rest of the people abruptly stopped eating. Fu Jingheng froze slightly, then he turned his head to meet Old Master Fu's eyes, and he instantly understood the Old Master's thoughts.
"Don't worry about my marriage."
He continued to eat his food calmly after these words had come out of his mouth.
After Fu Miancheng and his wife heard them, they looked at each other, and then Zhuang Lan said, "Jingheng, you're no longer young. When your eldest brother was your age, Xiao'er was already starting elementary school. You really should start to think about your own matters. I remember that some time ago..."
Fu Jingheng raised his eyes when he heard what she was saying. Like an eagle, his sharp gaze swept over her directly, and in an instant, he made Zhuang Lan stop talking as if she knew what she was saying. She closed her mouth sheepishly and dared not say another word.