I've already been scolded several times.
But none of that mattered to him.
At least his parents have relented and agreed to meet Zhou Zhou. This matter still needs to be taken slowly. Anyway, he's made up his mind about Zhou Zhou, and she can't live without him. His parents' disapproval is just a lack of family blessings, which doesn't have a big impact on him.
I'm just afraid Zhou Zhou won't like this feeling.
"What time are we leaving?" Upon hearing that they were leaving in the evening, Zhou Zhou sat up abruptly, intending to get ready and also go to the mall to buy some gifts for his parents.
"No rush." Fu Hengzhi put his arm around his waist and pulled him back onto the sofa. Both of them had taken a day off today, and it was only around two o'clock in the afternoon. "There's still plenty of time."
Fu Hengzhi pinned Zhou Zhou down on the sofa and began to bite him. Zhou Zhou tried to push his head away but failed, and sighed resignedly.
That evening, Fu Hengzhi drove his wife and gifts to his parents' house.
Zhou Zhou felt inexplicably nervous, a feeling different from when he first visited the Fu family's old house in the book. Back then, Duan Yun and Fu Hongjiang were so enthusiastic. Just now, in the car, Fu Hengzhi was making a phone call to the two elders in this world, and Zhou Zhou was listening nearby. He felt that the other end of the phone might hang up at any moment.
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The Maybach slowly drove into the courtyard, where gardeners were tending the flowers and plants under bright LED lights, and catching mosquitoes and insects. When they saw Fu Heng get out of the car, they all called him "Young Master".
"Hey?" Zhou Zhou had never heard the other person called that in his previous life, and he was quite surprised.
"Stop teasing, young mistress, let's go see our parents." Fu Hengzhi ignored the gardeners' gazes and simply took Zhou Zhou's hand, walking towards the gate.
Fu Hengzhi had just knocked on the door three times when a noise suddenly came from behind it.
Zhou Zhou vaguely heard footsteps and shouts.
"Stop feeding the fish there, Lao Hong! Your son's back with that young man!"
'Watch me break his legs!'
"Bullshit! If you dare hit my son, you'll be sleeping in the garage tonight!"
"..." Zhou Zhou felt that the elders of the Fu family in both generations were still just as cheerful.
The door opened, and a man and a woman stood there straight. The woman was wearing a cream-colored long dress, and her black hair was tied up at the back of her head. The man stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an air of authority.
If a bag of bait hadn't fallen behind him when he turned his hands behind his back...
Duan Yun glared at Fu Hongjiang, thinking to himself, "You've completely embarrassed yourself in front of outsiders."
Zhou Zhou pursed her lips, stepped forward, picked up the bait, and handed it to Fu Hongjiang, saying softly, "Uncle, here's your bait."
Oh wow, look at this child, how well-behaved he is.
Duan Yun smiled faintly at Zhou Zhou, while Fu Hongjiang waved his hand generously and said, "It's for you... hiss."
"Your aunt and uncle were feeding the fish when you arrived." Duan Yun withdrew his hand from pinching the other person's back, smiled, and stepped aside to let the two of them into the house.
"Auntie, I didn't know what to bring you. Hengzhi said you like to study cooking, so I bought a set of German kitchen utensils."
In the book, Duan Yun likes to cook for his family. Fu Hengzhi said that it was only because he didn't go back home often that Duan Yun had fewer and fewer opportunities to cook.
"Uncle, this is some foreign liquor I brought for you." One bottle of liquor cost Zhou Zhou almost half of his savings, and his heart was bleeding when he paid for it.
"Wow, this wine is good." Fu Hongjiang examined the wine in his hand and couldn't stop nodding.
"Quickly, stop standing here talking, go sit in the living room, Auntie has cut some fruit."
"Okay, good." Duan Yun warmly led Zhou Zhou to sit down in the living room, and a piece of cantaloupe was placed in his hand with a small fork.
"I'll go sober up the wine." Fu Hongjiang carried the wine to the kitchen, and Duan Yun followed with brand-new kitchen utensils, leaving the two of them facing each other in the living room.
"..." Zhou Zhou leaned closer to Fu Hengzhi and whispered, "What's going on?"
Logically speaking, a family with normal values wouldn't react this way if their son brought a boyfriend home.
"Could it be that Uncle and Aunt...?" Zhou Zhou glanced towards the kitchen, making sure no one was paying attention, and said in an even softer voice, "They also came from another time?"
"Impossible." Fu Hengzhi immediately rejected the idea. If he really had transmigrated, would he have almost been whipped with a belt by Fu Hongjiang when he came out of the closet?
He hadn't figured out what was going on, so he planned to play it by ear and leave with his wife if things got too bad.
The food was covered with insulated covers. Duan Yun and Fu Hongjiang weren't in a hurry to eat; instead, they sat in the living room and chatted with Zhou Zhou.
They talked about their education, their families, and their parents.
"Wow, Xiao Zhou, your parents are doctoral supervisors at X University?" Duan Yun exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise. She hadn't expected the other person to come from such a highly educated family.
“I do know a few doctoral supervisors at X University.” Fu Hongjiang frowned upon hearing this, seemingly doubting the veracity of what the other party said.
Who are your parents?
"Professor Zhou Hongping and Professor Yang Peixue." Zhou Zhou felt distressed whenever he thought of his parents in both lives, who had the same social status and died from the same cause.
"This..." Duan Yun and Fu Hongjiang exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
"Xiao Zhou, your father and mother were your uncle and aunt's college classmates."
Fu Hongjiang's face was full of pain. He never expected that the young man in front of him was the son of someone he knew.
Zhou Zhou: "Huh?"
Fu Hengzhi: "?"
As he spoke, Fu Hongjiang went into his study, took out a group photo of his alma mater, and pointed out the parents of the other person in the photo.
Duan Yun looked at the photo and wiped away tears, as the two of them reminisced about their university days.
"I didn't realize you've grown up so much." Fu Hongjiang was moved by the sight of the object and quietly wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.
Duan Yun sat down next to Zhou Zhou and gently patted his hand. "Child, you've been wronged. By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Auntie made six dishes and a soup. I don't know if there's anything you like. I'll go and get two more dishes."
Zhou Zhou clicked her tongue: "Mom...Auntie, no need, no need."
I was so used to calling her "Mom" in my previous life that I almost called her the wrong name in my haste.
Duan Yun was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then shook his head and said nothing.
“Mom, Zhou Zhou loves braised beef brisket and cola chicken wings,” Fu Hengzhi said, seizing the opportunity.
"Okay." Duan Yun nodded and patted Fu Hongjiang's hand. "Old Hong, come help me in the kitchen."
The two elders left again, and Zhou Zhou still hadn't come to her senses.
"Holy crap?" Zhou Zhou looked at Fu Hengzhi with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's this called?"
Fu Hengzhi gazed at his parents' retreating figures, lost in thought. Upon hearing this, he replied without hesitation, "Inspiration comes from reality?"
(Fu Zhou) Extra Chapter 2: So-called Moral Kidnapping
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After reuniting in this world, Zhou Zhou discovered that Fu Hengzhi was unusually clingy, especially after the other person was repeatedly awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night.
Zhou Zhou felt a chill on her face as she groggily opened her eyes and saw someone squatting by the bedside watching her.
Damn it, what decent person wouldn't be scared?
Zhou Zhou exclaimed "Holy crap!" and did a somersault, jumping from the head of the bed to the bed, but he didn't land properly and twisted his ankle.
"Aww!"
A painful scream snapped Fu Hengzhi out of his daze, still reeling from the nightmare, and he rushed over to pick the person up and put them on the bed.
"I'll go find the doctor." Fu Hengzhi turned on the light and hurriedly reached for his phone on the bedside table.
Zhou Zhou didn't stop him.
"The sprain was quite severe, but fortunately no bones were broken."
The doctor wrote a prescription, and most of the medications can be purchased at outside pharmacies.
Fu Hengzhi frowned as he looked at the Yunnan Baiyao spray that the other person had just taken out of his medical kit, and then at his wife's swollen right foot.
"Of all the medicines in your box, this is the only usable one?"
“Yes, that’s right.” The private doctor and Fu Hengzhi probably knew each other privately, and he spoke without any politeness, “Other medications aren’t used for this… Don’t look at me like that. Don’t you know what time it is? Calling me over in the middle of the night, I thought you two were having some problems in that area…”
"Alright, alright, you can leave now." Fu Hengzhi watched as his wife lay on the bed like an ostrich, burying her head in the pillow, her face flushed all the way to her ears. He pushed and pulled her away as he saw her off.
Pretending not to hear the doctor's grumbling as he walked away from the doorway, Fu Hengzhi, with an extremely apologetic attitude, stayed by the bedside.
"What are you doing squatting by the bed in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
It's impossible not to be angry, but there must be a reason for everything, so Zhou Zhou still wanted to hear the other party's explanation.
“I dreamt that you were lost again…” Fu Hengzhi said, a look of panic appearing on his face.
Zhou Zhou was taken aback when he heard this. Xiao Xiaowei had talked to him about this topic before. Fu Hengzhi's soul state had become unstable after arriving at this time, and he often experienced heart palpitations.
It was as if an invisible thread was pulling them together, one end of which was attached to his finger and the other to the other's heart.
Even the slightest movement of his finger can cause immense harm to the other party.
Zhou Zhou sat up, slowly took the other person's hand and pressed it against her face, whispering, "I have warmth."
Fu Hengzhi watched him quietly as he continued his actions.
Zhou Zhou then moved the other person's hand to their heart, "Listen, it's beating."
After saying that, they reached out and hugged each other, their chests touching, feeling each other's only proof of being alive in this world.
"It won't get lost," Zhou Zhou reassured the other person softly, as if comforting a frightened canine. "It won't get lost, I promise you."
As it turned out, his wife's reassurance was indeed effective, and Zhou Zhou discovered in practice that Fu Hengzhi was a man who could easily take advantage of someone's kindness.
Zhou Zhou discovered that Fu Hengzhi's desire to control her was increasing day by day. At first, he would just report when he went out, but later he even set up a curfew.
"Are you crazy or am I dreaming if you're home before 7 p.m.?" Zhou Zhou, who was nestled in Fu Hengzhi's arms watching TV, pushed away his face and criticized him mercilessly, "Even middle school students don't come home at this hour."
"I know." Fu Hengzhi rubbed his face against the other's neck and whispered, "There's still a delay time, you can go home a little later, just don't go past the latest time."
"That's more like it," Zhou Zhou glanced at the other person and asked with a grumble, "What's the latest you'll be back?"
"7:30."
"Fu Hengzhi!" Zhou Zhou punched the other's arm, complaining, "Why don't you buy an iron chain and tie me up? That would be faster!"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry," Fu Hengzhi coaxed him, extending the time by another half hour.
Just as his wife was about to lose her temper, he said again, "I'm just worried about you. If you want to go out after eight o'clock, your husband will go with you."
"What are you worried about me for?" Zhou Zhou was completely annoyed by him and pushed him away irritably.
"I'm worried you'll leave again without a word..."