1899
After the meal, seeing that Fu Zhiwen was in great spirits, nothing at all like someone who'd been in prison for a few months, everyone moved to the main hall to talk.
While they were talking, Mo Weiqin and Fu Jingwen, the couple, also rushed over when they heard the news.
"Third Brother—"
Fu Jingwen choked up as she stepped forward. "You scared us half to death."
"Aren't I fine now? At your age you're still crying buckets, don't you feel ashamed?" Fu Zhiwen said with open disdain.
Those words poked right at Fu Jingwen's sore spot. Hearing that, she threw aside all concern for her image and charged at Fu Zhiwen (they were all family anyway), pinching him hard. "Say that again, who's 'at that age'!?"
"Me, me, I'm at that age, all right?" Fu Zhiwen begged for mercy.
Watching the brother and sister horse around, the whole family couldn't hold back their laughter.
Ever since Fu Zhiwen had been taken away, there hadn't been any laughter in this house.
