“If the air was good at home, would I have to live in Australia for so long?” Mrs. Fu said coldly, “I’ll have someone go back home and bring little Ling Ling over to stay with me for a few months.”
“No.” Fu Beijue decisively refused, “I’ve arranged a course for him and he can’t go to Australia for the time being.”
“Beijue, I’m getting old and need someone to stay with.” Mrs. Fu’s tone was cold, hard and somewhat weak, “I live alone in Australia, such a large estate, I am the only one, do you know how I spend my days? I don’t expect you to visit me, I just want one of the two children to come over and keep me company for a while, and you’re going to refuse that too?”
It was a rare moment of silence for Fu Beijiu.
After the two children were a month old, he had sent them to Australia for their mother to look after.
For one thing, he could not accept that he suddenly had two more children at that time, and for another, his mother had been looking forward to her grandchildren for years, so sending them to Australia was a way of fulfilling her wish.
But after three months abroad, the child was stolen because of his mother’s negligence.
It was that accident that made him realise how important his two children were to him.
It was also from then on that he officially accepted the two children into his life.
He took the children to himself despite their mother’s objections and never sent them to Australia again.
Only when Fu Ziyan needed to go on a business trip would he go to Australia to visit his grandmother.
“Beijue, I know you can’t let go of Ziyan and little Lingling, I won’t force it, otherwise let’s do it this way.” Mrs. Fu took a step back, “When you and Ye Xueying get married, have another child, and after the child is born, send it to Australia for me to bring it up for you, just like before.”
Fu Beijiu’s voice was even more unquestionable: “I’ve said many times, there’s no way I’ll marry her.”
“She is the woman you had a relationship with five years ago, the biological mother of Ziyan and Little Lingling, who do you want to marry if not her?”
“Mom, you should leave my affairs alone.” Fu Beijiu wrinkled his eyebrows, “I can’t possibly marry a woman I don’t love back, don’t mention this matter again.”
After he finished, he hung up the phone straight away.
Mrs. Fu listened to the busy tone on the phone and let out a deep sigh.
After so many years, it was always like this between her and Bei Jue, no matter what matter was said, the result was always unhappy.
“Auntie mother, don’t sigh.”
Beside her, a blonde, blue-eyed mulatto girl took hold of Madam Fu’s hand.
She said in her not-so-skilled Chinese, “Brother Beijue should not have gotten over that incident back then, time is the best medicine, one day he will forgive his aunt.”
Mrs Fu pinched her brow.
It was true that she had been wrong about that incident back then, but it hadn’t been her intention either, she had already made her humility and had even moved to Australia to atone for her sins.
But even then, Lord Bei was not willing to forgive her.
All these years, the Northern Lord had never set foot on this land.
Four years ago, when Beijue sent the two children to Australia, she thought that the misunderstanding between mother and son could finally be cleared up.
Who would have thought that once the children had an accident, the relationship between mother and son was once again snapped back to its original form.
“Caitlin, thank you for always being there for me.” Mrs Fu glanced at the young girl, her tone full of gratitude.
She lived alone in Australia and although she was well clothed and fed, loneliness often surrounded her and fortunately she had Caitlin to come over often to talk and dine with her.
“Auntie, that’s what I should do.” Caitlin lowered her eyebrows, “I just heard that auntie wants brother Beijue to get married quickly?”
Mrs Fu sighed, “Although Ziyan and Little Ling Ling’s biological mother is not up to par, she has at least added two grandchildren to the Fu family, so I would begrudgingly accept such a daughter-in-law, but who knows, Bei Jue doesn’t want to get married at all. He is almost thirty years old and has two sons, what does he want if he doesn’t marry his children’s own mother?”