The moment Fu Weicheng spoke, not only did the surrounding Sisters-in-law freeze, but Song Yuntang herself was stunned.
What?
Who was being bullied? Who was bullying whom?
Did she really look that weak? Could anyone actually bully her?
Song Yuntang looked up at the man before her, her eyes full of shock.
Fu Weicheng’s dark pupils, however, were resolute. He treated Song Yuntang like the helpless little figure in his memories. Part of it was because her face looked delicate and fragile. She must have been bullied—otherwise, why would so many people be surrounding her?
“Don’t worry. With me here, I won’t let anyone bully you.”
As he spoke, Fu Weicheng pulled Song Yuntang behind him, his broad, upright frame shielding her. His eyes, glinting with a cold light, swept like arrows over the people around them. When they landed on Fu Zhenshan and Jiang Yuyin, he subtly frowned.
But before his parents, Fu Weicheng did not change his stance.
His low, oppressive, cold glare eventually fell on Fang Siyue.
Fu Weicheng fixed his gaze on the woman who had reappeared, abandoning all the politeness he had shown yesterday.
He spoke in a deep, commanding voice, “Sisters-in-law, since you are all here, let me make this clear. Song Yuntang is my wife. We were officially married five years ago, and we have two children. Our relationship as husband and wife will not change; we will always be a family. I will protect my wife and our children, and I will not allow them to suffer even the slightest injustice.”
Fu Weicheng’s words were clear enough—almost as if he wanted to add, “Anyone who dares to touch my wife or children will be crossing me, Fu Weicheng! I will not forgive anyone!”
The threat was unmistakable.
Fang Siyue, under Fu Weicheng’s piercing gaze, felt her legs tremble uncontrollably, a sudden fear rising in her chest.
Song Yuntang remained behind Fu Weicheng, unable to see his expression as he spoke.
Yet somehow…
It wasn’t sweet talk, and yet her heart raced uncontrollably.
And hadn’t they agreed to divorce? Why did he say “forever” about his wife and children, and act so seriously?
The atmosphere around them grew tense and heavy. Everyone stared at Fu Weicheng, afraid to speak.
At that moment, a burst of hearty laughter rang out.
“Hahahaha… hahaha…” Huang Qiuyue laughed, swaying forward and back, waving at Fu Weicheng. “No, no… Regiment Commander Fu, you’ve got it wrong! We’re not bullying your wife. Just now, Hu Chunling’s child suddenly collapsed and stopped breathing. It was your wife who saved him, which is why everyone’s here. We are grateful for her saving a life; how could we be bullying anyone?”
With Huang Qiuyue’s casual explanation, the other Sisters-in-law visibly relaxed. They soon followed suit, explaining one by one.
“Yes, we didn’t bully anyone. Regiment Commander Fu, you’ve got it wrong.”
“Regiment Commander Fu, your wife was amazing just now. She even brought a lifeless child back!”
“Who would have thought… Regiment Commander Fu cares so much for his wife…”
Despite their words, Fu Weicheng’s brow remained furrowed.
He turned his skeptical, cold eyes toward Song Yuntang, demanding she speak herself.
“Is what they said true? Did no one bully you?”
Song Yuntang listened to the chatter around her, now shifted from explaining to teasing about their marital relationship. Her wrist was still tightly held by the man, warm and firm.
Unwilling to be watched by so many, she quickly said, “It’s true. No one bullied me.”
Fu Weicheng remained unmoved. His gaze scanned the source of his unease—where Fang Siyue had been moments ago.
But that spot was now empty.
Fang Siyue, realizing she not only failed to intimidate Song Yuntang but had also made a fool of herself and earned Fu Weicheng’s resentment, had slunk away in disgrace.
Song Yuntang lowered her voice and urged, “There are so many people here. Hurry up and let go.”
Only then did Fu Weicheng realize, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face as he quickly released her wrist.
They turned together, immediately meeting the eyes of Fu Zhenshan and Jiang Yuyin, who had been watching them closely. Jiang Yuyin, in particular, looked increasingly satisfied at Song Yuntang, especially after Fu Weicheng had made his stance clear.
Since Fu Weicheng had acknowledged her, she was now his chosen wife in Jiang Yuyin’s eyes.
Song Yuntang shivered under the scrutiny and quickly turned away to go, knowing Niannian and An’an were waiting at home.
Knock knock knock!
A cautious little voice came from behind the door.
“Who is it? I won’t open the door for strangers.” Niannian warned solemnly.
Song Yuntang smiled with relief. “Niannian, it’s Mom.”
“Mom!” “Mom!”
The joyful voices of Niannian and An’an came from behind the door. It slowly opened, and the two adorable little ones rushed out, immediately hugging Song Yuntang tightly.
Song Yuntang entered the room first, followed by Fu Weicheng and his parents.
Fu Zhenshan and Jiang Yuyin sat in the living room, examining the house. The furniture was simple, almost nonexistent; even the basic “three rotations and one ring” setup wasn’t there. For a married couple, how could they live in such a sparse place?
Jiang Yuyin shot Fu Weicheng a look of complaint, though her attention shifted to Niannian and An’an, her eyes brimming with affection for the children.
Fu Weicheng realized that his parents, visiting on their first day, must have been stirred up by Fang Siyue’s manipulations.
He began to explain, “Dad, Mom, things between Song Yuntang and me are not what you think. There have been misunderstandings over the years, and I’m the one who caused her and the children to suffer—”
“That’s enough.” Jiang Yuyin, showing a trace of disdain, gestured at the room. “Look at this place. It’s barely better than an empty wall. Is this how you take care of people? If I were Tangtang, I wouldn’t want to stay with you either.”
Fu Weicheng and Song Yuntang were stunned.
What was going on? Wasn’t this supposed to be the script where the evil mother-in-law torments the rural wife? Why wasn’t it following the plot?
Fu Zhenshan spoke sternly, “If you can’t even take care of your wife, don’t go out claiming to be my son! I didn’t raise you this way!”
Fu Zhenshan and Jiang Yuyin were known in the compound as a devoted, loving couple. For decades, they had cared deeply for each other. When Fu Zhenshan was assigned away, Jiang Yuyin willingly endured hardship alongside him.
Jiang Yuyin took Song Yuntang’s wrist, gently guiding her to sit beside her. She said affectionately, “Tangtang, you’ve worked hard all these years. Whatever you need, just say it. Our Fu family will do everything to make it right.”
“No… no… really nothing…”
Song Yuntang felt uneasy under Jiang Yuyin’s care.
The real ones who suffered were the original wife and the two children. She, as an outsider, had no right to claim anything. Moreover, she and Fu Weicheng had an agreement. Should she let his parents misunderstand?
She looked at Fu Weicheng, hoping he would clarify, but he seemed not to understand her intent and said nothing.
Even as Jiang Yuyin scolded him, he silently endured it, as if apologizing for the past.
“Tangtang, these are your children with Weicheng, right? Earlier, you called them Niannian and An’an?” Jiang Yuyin circled her words, finally returning to what she cared about most: the children.
Song Yuntang nodded. “Yes, the boy is Niannian, the girl is An’an. Niannian, An’an, come over—these are your grandparents.”
In front of Niannian and An’an, she introduced them softly.
Knowing Niannian’s aversion to Fu Weicheng and fearing that both children might dislike the Fu family, she took the initiative.
“Niannian and An’an haven’t met many people. They’re a bit shy.”
Jiang Yuyin reassured her repeatedly, “It’s fine. Kids are like that. They don’t get comfortable with someone at the first meeting.”