CHAPTER 692: CHAPTER 687: CONFRONTATION

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Luo Zhiyong lowered his head to look at Yaoyao and then tilted his head towards Fang Pingying’s direction, gesturing her to ask her mother.

Without getting an answer, Yaoyao immediately climbed onto the bed and threw herself into Fang Pingying’s arms. With her big round eyes wide open, she demanded an answer from Fang Pingying.

Fang Pingying, recalling how their daughter and son had witnessed their earlier intimate moment, wished she could bite Luo Zhiyong to death. She glared at him fiercely and gritted her teeth, saying, "Ask your dad."

By the time Yaoyao went to ask Luo Zhiyong, he glanced at Fang Pingying with a smirk and then told Yaoyao, "Of course, you are the result of mom and dad’s love for each other."

Seeing that Yaoyao was about to open her mouth again, probably to ask what love is, Luo Zhiyong quickly diverted her attention, "Yaoyao, your brother took your toy. Go get it back quickly."

After Yaoyao left, Fang Pingying was so angry she wanted to curse, but Luo Zhiyong winked at Fang Pingying, then put on a jacket. As he walked out, he said, "You tidy up slowly. I’m going out to have a word with Mr. Liu; he’s still waiting in the living room. No need to hurry."

"Luo Zhiyong, you..."

When Luo Zhiyong walked into the living room, Liu Fengsheng, who was sitting there, thought Fang Pingying would come out with Luo Zhiyong. The cold indifference and disdain that had been on his face had vanished, now replaced with a gentle, polite smile as before.

But seeing Luo Zhiyong alone, Liu Fengsheng’s face stiffened for a moment before he finally asked, "Where’s Pingying?"

Luo Zhiyong looked at him with a smile, did not directly answer him, but sat down across from him and poured a cup of tea, asking softly, "Mr. Liu came to see Pingying for something, may I know if it’s business or personal, and is it possible to tell me?"

Perhaps unnerved by Luo Zhiyong’s assertive tone, acting as the man of the house and Pingying’s man, or perhaps the earlier scene that made him extremely jealous, Liu Fengsheng had never spoken harshly in front of Luo Zhiyong, but this time he didn’t hold back, directly challenging Luo Zhiyong,

"Mr. Luo, don’t forget, you and Pingying are already divorced, in theory, there’s no relationship between you two anymore. If Mr. Luo didn’t force her with his life on the line this time, do you think Pingying would be with you again? So, to put it simply, Mr. Luo, you are just like me, just a guest in Pingying’s home, and you have no right to do anything on behalf of Pingying."

If it had been the old times, Luo Zhiyong might have lost his composure and started a quarrel with Liu Fengsheng.

But the Luo Zhiyong of today, having experienced life and death, and after so long a relationship with Fang Pingying, had changed his mindset, or perhaps he had learned to trust. He was certain of Fang Pingying’s feelings for him.

So, hearing Liu Fengsheng’s words, there wasn’t much change in his expression. Instead, he just took a sip from the tea on the coffee table, and with a slight smile, he looked at Liu Fengsheng, "Mr. Liu makes a valid point. However, if what you mean is that Pingying just pities me, why don’t you give it a try and see if Pingying will accept you?"

"You..." Luo Zhiyong’s calmness caught Liu Fengsheng off guard, silencing him. He knew deep down that when it came to affection, he could not compare with the bond between Luo Zhiyong and Fang Pingying.

Luo Zhiyong, seeing that Liu Fengsheng had fallen silent, did not continue speaking. After a brief silence, he changed his tone and spoke very sincerely to Liu Fengsheng, "Mr. Liu, I know that when I was not at home, you also looked after my family a lot, and I am very grateful for that. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely repay this favor. Regarding you and Pingying, I don’t mind you being good friends or colleagues, but when it comes to feelings, I still hope Mr. Liu won’t continue to bother Pingying. After all, we are husband and wife. If Liu Fengsheng insists on getting involved now, he’s what people call a third party."

Pausing briefly, Luo Zhiyong continued, "Mr. Liu, or let me put it another way, your conditions aren’t bad either. If you truly want to find someone to spend your life with, perhaps try to broaden your horizons. Pingying is off the market for this lifetime; she will only be my wife."

Luo Zhiyong’s words made Liu Fengsheng even more indignant, but being a somewhat experienced man, he forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, forcing a smile on his face and gently retorted Luo Zhiyong, "Mr. Luo seems too sure of himself. If you were really that determined, why did you divorce in the first place? And I might add, do you think you have completely solved the hidden issues that led to your divorce to begin with?"

Then, without waiting for Luo Zhiyong to respond, Liu Fengsheng continued, "I think some people might be able to change many things through their efforts, or make different choices, but there are many things that can’t be changed, that can’t be chosen, such as parents, family. Mr. Luo, can you really guarantee that your family won’t bring any more trouble to your home, or to Pingying?"

While Liu Fengsheng’s disdainful tone and the contempt in his words made Luo Zhiyong very uncomfortable, the Luo Zhiyong of today had started to learn self-reflection, rather than argue immediately.

If there was indeed something that Luo Zhiyong felt uncertain about, it was exactly what Liu Fengsheng pointed out. Luo Zhiyong always worried that his family might cause troubles for Fang Pingying, and in fact, they kept bringing troubles to her. He was genuinely worried that Fang Pingying might not be able to withstand the pressure as before, and that they could not live harmoniously together.

Therefore, Luo Zhiyong remained silent, not making a sound.

Seeing that he had touched on Luo Zhiyong’s sore spot, Liu Fengsheng’s lips curled up slightly as he continued, "If you can’t do that, then don’t be too certain. Pingying divorced you once because of this, and maybe there will be a second time."

"You..." Just as Luo Zhiyong was about to speak up in retort, Fang Pingying walked out of the room. She walked to the couch and called out to Luo Zhiyong, "Zhiyong, Yaoyao and Ruirui are calling for you. Go check on them."

"Wife..." Luo Zhiyong looked a bit aggrieved because in his debate with Liu Fengsheng just now, he was on the losing side, and he always felt insecure.

In fact, Fang Pingying had overheard most of their conversation from inside the room. She didn’t deny that some of what Liu Fengsheng said was true, but in her heart, regardless of how things were between her and Luo Zhiyong, or what Luo Zhiyong’s family was like, these were their own domestic affairs. Liu Fengsheng didn’t need to give advice, nor was it his place to criticize Luo Zhiyong.

Fang Pingying’s temperament was such that if it were her own family, she could bully them and scold them, but she wouldn’t tolerate an extra word from others.

She glanced at Luo Zhiyong, then chided him with a look and whispered, "Go inside first, I’ll handle this."