When Fu Zheng visited for the first time, he left with several red envelopes in his hands.
Holding the red envelopes, Fu Zheng appeared at a loss. "Perhaps I should return them?"
Their considerable weight made him uneasy.
He had never received such large red envelopes in his life. Moreover, these didn't contain cash; their shape was different, much smaller than cash, yet they felt substantial, resembling gold bars.
Su Ying glanced at the red envelopes in his hand and said, "Take what elders give you. If you return them, they'll be unhappy."
"But these gifts are too valuable!" Fu Zheng couldn't help but swallow.
"These things are nothing to them, don't overthink it." Su Ying had already guessed what was inside. Given her adoptive father's generosity, he wouldn't be stingy.
The older generation favored gold.
After the Su family became wealthy, Su Dazhi bought many gold bars to keep at home. In his opinion, money depreciated, but gold didn't. Nothing was more reliable than gold!
Influenced by him, they also felt that buying gold was a good way to manage finances. Therefore, she was not surprised by them casually giving gold bars as gifts.
When Su He brought Lu Yanbei back for the first time, Su Dazhi had also given him a bag of gold.
Fu Zheng was somewhat speechless.
Were all members of the Su family this wealthy and extravagant?
Compared to them, his own Fu family could only be considered well-to-do!
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Back at his place, Fu Zheng took a photo of the gifts and posted it in the family group chat. His relatives, who usually lurked, bombarded him with question marks after seeing his photo.
"Cousin, did you rob a bank?"
"It's not a holiday, why are you posting this!"
"Brother, are you short on cash?"
Soon, dozens of messages flooded in.
Fu Zheng, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, lay on the sofa and replied word by word: "I just visited my girlfriend's parents, and these are the gifts they gave me!"
"You're bragging, kid! Who gives such heavy gifts on the first meeting!"
"Exactly! It looks so fake! Be honest, where did you steal the map from!"
"Are they made of chocolate, hahahaha!"
Seeing that they didn't believe him, Fu Zheng became annoyed. He picked up his phone and took several close-up shots. To prove he wasn't lying, he also included his own hand in the photos.
His fingers were long and slender, his nails a faint pink, fair and tender, comparable to a hand model. The only imperfection was a shallow scar on his index finger, accidentally sustained while playing with firecrackers as a child.
This scar, however, became a distinctive mark.
"No way? It's really gold!"
"Brother, you're rich!"
"They gave such a heavy gift on the first meeting? Then how many gifts will my aunt and uncle have to prepare when sister-in-law comes back!"
The Fu parents, who had been silently observing, were speechless.
These few gold bars alone were worth at least several million. Their family's accessible funds were only that much.
"Brother, did you latch onto a sugar mama?"
"Could my sister-in-law be much older than you?"
"Can we see a photo of your girlfriend? Post it so we can all see!"
"Brother, does my sister-in-law have siblings? Please introduce them!"
Amidst the flurry of wild comments, Fu Zheng picked one to reply to: "Don't dream! My girlfriend's siblings are all taken!"
"Are they married? If not, I can still try!"
"It's okay if they're married, I can wait for a divorce!"
Fu Zheng fell silent.
As expected, driven by self-interest, people's hearts could change.
He clearly remembered how these siblings had previously ostracized Su Ying. They said she was too old, or that her strong personality as a career woman meant she wasn't caring, and they had constantly advised him to break up.
Now, their attitudes had completely reversed.
What happened to the principle of not being swayed by wealth and status?
"You can search for photos online," Fu Zheng replied. "However, she's not very photogenic. In person, she's a hundred times more beautiful than in pictures!"
"Tsk tsk, as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder!"
"My brother is truly smitten!"
"Congratulations, congratulations!"
"When are you bringing her home?" Fu's father, who had been silent, suddenly appeared.
Just as Fu Zheng was about to reply, Su Ying emerged from her shower. Seeing him sprawled on the sofa, she thought he was completely incapacitated by drink. "Aren't you going to shower?"
Fu Zheng put down his phone and pulled her hand, acting coy. "I'm drunk, can't walk, Sister, help me wash..."
Su Ying met his innocent and harmless eyes, and goosebumps rose on her skin. "You... didn't you just say you weren't drunk and could have another bottle?"
"In front of my future father-in-law and brothers-in-law, of course, I couldn't admit it. But at home... hehe, there's no need to pretend..." Fu Zheng said, leaning in to rub against her waist. "Will you?..."
Su Ying found it somewhat unbearable, her earlobes involuntarily flushing red. "Really can't walk?"
"Mhm," Fu Zheng put on a pitiful expression.
"Then, I'll help you to the bathroom." Helping him bathe was out of the question, but Su Ying couldn't just leave him. So, she compromised, seeing it as completing her task if she could get him into the bathroom.
Since Fu Zheng was feigning drunkenness, he naturally leaned most of his weight onto her shoulder.
"Why are you so heavy?" Su Ying felt the pressure and stumbled slightly.
Fu Zheng grinned. "I weigh sixty kilograms, of course I'm heavy..."
Su Ying, too lazy to argue with a drunkard, half-stumbled, half-dragged him to where he needed to be. Even so, Su Ying broke into a sweat.
"I've set the hot water for you, go wash up and sleep yourself." Su Ying yawned and turned to leave.
Fu Zheng, however, grabbed her from behind. "Yingying... Sister..."
"What..." Su Ying felt a shiver run through her at his address, completely unable to move her feet.
This man, he was too good at acting cute!
When he was drunk, he was completely different from his usual self!
When working, he was serious, patient, thorough, possessing a maturity rarely seen in his peers. But now, he was like a child, especially clingy, calling her "Sister" at the slightest provocation.
She truly couldn't bear to abandon him.
"Sister, help me..." Fu Zheng's breath on her ear made her blush involuntarily.
He seemed to be pleading, yet also tempting, his low voice slightly hoarse, making him sound incredibly sexy.
Su Ying found herself unable to cope with him like this.
The showerhead had started spraying hot water at some point, and Su Ying, half-resisting, half-yielding in his kisses, forgot her original intention for coming in. Fortunately, she wasn't too prudish; lovemaking was always consensual. With the atmosphere reaching this point, the rest was left to feeling.
That night, Fu Zheng was exceptionally passionate and vigorous. Despite a somewhat clumsy start, they gradually found their rhythm, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure.
Before falling asleep, Su Ying secretly regretted provoking him.
Young men's boundless energy wasn't always a good thing.
Her waist couldn't take it!