HCB Chapter 457 Meeting Yang Rong's Parents
Chapter 457 Meeting Yang Rong's Parents
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, the plane landed at Baoshan Yunrui Airport.
As Fu Yibai exited the arrival gate, the warm breeze of Baoshan in December, carrying the sweet scent of osmanthus blossoms, wafted towards him.
He stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi, showing the driver the location Yang Rong had sent on his phone.
"I know this place, it's a villa area."
The driver, speaking with a local accent, started the car.
As the car drove through Baoshan city, Fu Yibai leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the receding streetscape outside the window.
Half an hour later, the car came to a stop in front of a detached villa.
Fu Yibai paid the fare, picked up his luggage, and opened the car door.
He had just reached the front door when it opened.
Yang Rong stood inside the door, wearing a loose beige knit sweater. Her belly was already slightly protruding, but she still looked slender overall.
She looked radiant, with rosy cheeks and eyes that shone with the light of impending motherhood.
"They're here."
She reached out and took the bag from his hand, then stepped aside to let him in.
Fu Yibai took her hand, his gaze lingered on her stomach for a moment, then bent down and gently pressed his ear against her stomach.
Through the knitted sweater, I could feel the warmth of her body and the slight curve of her skin.
"It seems to have moved slightly."
"They probably knew their father was coming."
It's been very quiet these past few days.
Yang Rong looked down at him, unable to hide the smile on her lips.
"Alright, hurry up and go in."
My parents are waiting.
"Okay, let's go in."
Fu Yibai followed Yang Rong through the front yard and into the villa.
On the sofa in the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Yang sat side by side, with several plates of fruit and two cups of tea on the coffee table in front of them.
The TV was off, and the entire living room was so quiet that only the ticking of the clock on the wall could be heard.
"Uncle, Aunt."
Fu Yibai greeted the two at the door.
Neither of them responded; they simply looked Fu Yibai up and down with their eyes.
"Dad, Mom~"
Yang Rong let out a dissatisfied shout.
Fu Yibai changed his shoes and was pulled by Yang Rong to stand in front of the two of them.
"Dad, Mom, this is Yibai."
Fu Yibai bowed slightly to the two elderly people.
"Uncle, Auntie, Happy New Year."
Seeing their daughter like this, Yang's parents couldn't bring themselves to keep a straight face.
Yang's father's gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds before he nodded.
"Please sit down."
Fu Yibai sat down again, took out a brocade box from his handbag, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it over.
"This is a New Year's gift for you two, just a small token of my appreciation."
When Yang's father opened the brocade box, inside was a pair of Hetian jade safety buckles. The jade was warm and delicate, with a uniform color.
Mr. Yang was a discerning man; he knew at a glance that this item was quite valuable.
He closed the brocade box and placed it on the coffee table.
"Mr. Fu."
You can just call me Yibai.
"Rongrong told us everything about you."
To be honest, my first reaction was to punch you.
"dad--"
Yang Rong was about to speak when her father raised his hand to stop her.
"Don't speak yet."
Let me talk to him.
Yang's father looked at Fu Yibai.
"You are a capable person."
I've looked into Morning Light Media, and I've seen several of the movies you've made; they're indeed well-made.
Rongrong's career has developed quite well during the years she's been with you, I don't deny that.
He paused for a moment.
"But you're also a man with too many women."
Rongrong is my and her mother's only child, and I can't accept that she shares the same man with a group of women.
Moreover, she had no official status or recognition.
Do you understand this?
"able."
Fu Yibai did not avoid Yang's father's gaze.
"If it were me, and I had a daughter who ended up with a man like that, I would be angry too."
"But I can assure you two that Yang Rong will never suffer any injustice in her life."
Fu Yibai took the kraft paper envelope out of his handbag, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it over.
"This is the guarantee I'm giving her."
Mr. Yang took the envelope and pulled out the documents inside.
He wasn't a law student, but the terms in the document were clearly written.
Yang's mother leaned over to look, and the two of them read it line by line, growing more and more silent as they read.
"How much are these things worth?" Yang's mother asked, looking up.
"Around one billion."
The living room was silent for a full five seconds.
Yang's mother's lips moved slightly. She looked at Yang Rong, then at the document, and finally at Yang's father.
"These documents have already been signed, and the trust fund has been operating since the end of last year."
Fu Yibai said.
"No matter what happens in the future, whether I am here or not, Yang Rong and the child's protection will not change in the same way."
Mr. Yang put the documents back on the coffee table. He looked at Fu Yibai, his gaze more complex than before.
"Are you trying to throw money at me?"
"I didn't hit you."
Fu Yibai's tone was very calm.
"It's to put your mind at ease."
The security that marriage can provide for a woman is nothing more than money and fidelity.
You won't believe me about loyalty, and I don't want to lie to you.
But regarding the money, I can lay it out right here for you two to see for yourselves.
"What do you call this? An equivalent exchange?"
Yang's father's voice lowered a few decibels.
"It's compensation"
Fu Yibai said.
"I can't give Rongrong that wedding photo in this lifetime, but I will give her everything else."
Yang Rong remained quiet the entire time.
Yang's father remained silent for a long time, then carefully put the document back into the envelope and pushed it in front of Yang Rong.
"These are your things, keep them safe."