Fang Pingying looked at him with a smile, "It’s okay, fell asleep after coming back."
"What made you so happy yesterday that brother-in-law actually got drunk?" Fang Xiu teased Zhou Guangsheng with a laugh, "Brother-in-law can usually drink a lot more than you, and you weren’t even drunk yet."
Zhou Guangsheng naturally wouldn’t bring up yesterday’s events again. He just chuckled at Fang Xiu, "How could we all get drunk? Then wouldn’t we not even be able to find our way ho?"
Hearing this, Fang Xiu narrowed her eyes and gave him a look, but she couldn’t help laughing herself.
Fang Pingying was happy to see the couple in a good mood. Then she rembered the conversation about opening a shop from yesterday and asked Fang Xiu out loud, "Xiu’er, have you discussed what we talked about yesterday with Guangsheng?"
Fang Xiu nodded, "Just ntioned it to him on the way here."
Fang Pingying looked at Zhou Guangsheng and asked with a smile, "Guangsheng, do you have any thoughts on this?"
"I have no objections. I’m not good at business matters, so I’ll need my elder sister’s advice," Zhou Guangsheng admitted he didn’t understand business and didn’t speak out of turn. He scratched his head honestly and said with a smile, "Besides, Xiu’er has worked at your shop for so long, she probably knows everything there is to know."
"Hmm, no objections, that’s good." Fang Pingying simply wanted to remind Fang Xiu not to hide anything from Zhou Guangsheng to avoid future conflicts. Now that Zhou Guangsheng knew, she didn’t say more and urged them, "Then you two should hurry up and leave, or it will be too late."
Fang Xiu nodded quickly and called for Luo Honglan to pack the things Ruirui and Yaoyao would need outside, while asking, "Elder sister, are you really not coming with us?"
"I have sothing to do." Fang Pingying was helping them pack as she instructed Fang Xiu, "Take care of Hong Lan and keep an eye on Yaoyao and Ruirui for her."
"Got it." Fang Xiu picked up Yaoyao with one hand, and Zhou Guangsheng carried Ruirui, walking towards the door with a smile, "Let’s go, Yaoyao, Ruirui, let’s go have so quick fun."
After the family mbers had all left, Fang Pingying tidied up everything at ho again.
Especially Luo Zhiyong’s clothes, she found them all in the closet, washed what needed to be washed, and nded what needed to be sewn.
Perhaps, there would be no more chances for this in the future.
After everything was in order, she guessed that Luo Zhiyong would probably be waking up soon. She ward up his breakfast in the kitchen and sat on the couch, daydreaming.
Sure enough, Luo Zhiyong woke up after a while.
Rubbing his temples, he stepped out of the bedroom and saw how quiet the house was—Luo Honglan and the kids were nowhere to be seen. Only Fang Pingying was ho. He then asked, "Wife, where are the kids?"
Fang Pingying glanced at him, poured him a cup of honey water from the kitchen and handed it over, "They went out with their aunt and my mom to play. It’s the rare weekend, and Guangsheng, dad, and the others are off work, so I let them go out and have fun with Haohao for a day."
Luo Zhiyong took the water and drank it in one gulp.
Then he said, puzzled, "Then why aren’t we going? I’ve always wanted to find a day for the whole family to go out and have fun."
Fang Pingying looked at him and said indifferently, "Do you still feel like playing around now?"
Luo Zhiyong didn’t understand and frowned, "What?"
Fang Pingying didn’t continue speaking. She pointed to the breakfast on the table and said, "Eat your breakfast first. I have sothing to tell you after you finish."
It seed that Luo Zhiyong sensed sothing was off in the house today, or perhaps it was Fang Pingying’s attitude toward him that was off, causing him to feel a bit uneasy. He reached out to hold Fang Pingying’s hand and asked softly, "What’s wrong? You seem very serious, it’s kind of scary."
Fang Pingying didn’t say much, just stubbornly pointed to the breakfast that was already heated on the table and said, "Go have breakfast. I’ll be waiting for you."
"Alright, alright." Unable to argue with her, Luo Zhiyong quickly stuffed a few stead buns and boiled eggs into his mouth and washed them down with a glass of soy milk.
Afterward, he walked over to the sofa, sat down next to Fang Pingying, and smiled as he reached out to wrap his arm around Fang Pingying’s shoulder, "I’ve finished eating. What did you want to talk about?"
Fang Pingying was silent for a mont, then slowly sat up, putting Luo Zhiyong’s hand back on himself, and gazed fixedly at Luo Zhiyong, saying softly, "Zhiyong, let’s separate."
"Separate?" Luo Zhiyong was startled, thinking he had heard wrong, "What do you an?"
Fang Pingying looked at him quietly and asked, "Do you know what you said when you were drunk yesterday?"
"Did I say sothing wrong?" Though Luo Zhiyong was very drunk afterwards and indeed could not rember most of what he said, he did rember why he drank, and he was worried if he said sothing inappropriate while drunk, "Wife, you can’t take seriously what a drunk person says. Those are just spur-of-the-mont words; after saying them wrong, even I forget them myself."
"Isn’t there a saying that ’In vino veritas’?" said Fang Pingying seriously, "It should be said that the words spoken when one is drunk are the true words."
Hearing this, Luo Zhiyong was certain he must have said things he shouldn’t have yesterday, and he pressed her, "What exactly did I say wrong yesterday?"
Fang Pingying shook her head, trying to keep her mood calm, and slowly began to speak her true thoughts to Luo Zhiyong, "Zhiyong, you didn’t say anything wrong yesterday. You just said so true words that made realize all the burdens, pressure, and guilt that our marriage has brought upon you. All these things weighing on you have left you gasping for breath. You’re living too repressed."
Seeing her expression, Luo Zhiyong’s face showed complex emotions. He looked at Fang Pingying and tried to stop her, "Pingying."
Fang Pingying shook her head at him and said softly, "Zhiyong, it’s just the two of us in the house now. No matter what happens after this, we’re still husband and wife at this mont. I hope you can be honest with . If at this point you still can’t be honest, there’s really no point in being husband and wife."
After speaking, Fang Pingying didn’t say more, just kept staring at Luo Zhiyong. If he still wasn’t willing to open up now, Fang Pingying didn’t want to say more. They might as well just separate. Perhaps in the future, they shouldn’t even be friends.
If a man is not willing to talk about his feelings at this mont, it ans he doesn’t value this family that much.
Fortunately, Luo Zhiyong was silent for a mont and then began to share his thoughts with Fang Pingying.
He took Fang Pingying’s hand in his own, sighed deeply, and said, "To be honest, I was feeling quite uncomfortable yesterday."
Fang Pingying nodded her head, signaling for him to continue, "Firstly, because there was an issue at work. I had planned to bring that docunt back ho, but just as I opened the door, I happened to hear my mother-in-law say so things to you, and I felt very upset. At that mont, I didn’t even enter the door; I just turned around and left."
Pausing for a mont, Luo Zhiyong continued, "After returning to the office, I kept thinking about those words my mother-in-law said."
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