After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 438 - 305: The Abrupt End of Affection_2

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Chapter 438: Chapter 305: The Abrupt End of Affection_2

Do you have any particular purpose?

It couldn’t be that he also thinks Song Yanchu is an excellent painter and brought Tangtang here to learn, could it...

"Oh, Master Song, you are here." A middle-aged woman dressed in extravagant gold and jade walked over, accompanied by a little girl who looked about seven or eight years old.

As the woman approached, a strong scent of perfume hit them.

Tang Xi subconsciously stepped back to give Song Yanchu and the woman space to talk.

However, the woman glared at Tang Xi, thinking she was in the way.

"Master Song, this is my daughter Tingting, who has been here before. Please take her as your apprentice. She really likes painting and has a talent for it. As long as you are willing, Master Song, I’ll sponsor your next exhibition venue."

There were many people who wanted to sponsor Song Yanchu’s exhibitions because of his status.

Even if this woman wanted to sponsor, she would have to wait in line.

Moreover, it still depended on whether Song Yanchu would agree.

Keeping his smile, Song Yanchu replied, "Ms. Lin, I have seen your daughter’s paintings, and I think she doesn’t like painting. You shouldn’t force your own ideas on her. Tingting prefers calligraphy; despite being only eight, she writes beautifully. You should focus on fostering her calligraphy skills rather than painting."

"What use is calligraphy? She’s just a child with naive insights. How could she see clearer than us, the parents? Oh Master Song, I am her mother. I had her at an older age, and I cherish my darling very much. I obviously know that painting has more prospects and is more genteel, suitable for girls. Please, help me out."

Song Yanchu sighed softly, "Ms. Lin, I have made myself very clear..."

Ms. Lin was still pleading relentlessly here.

Song Yanchu bent down and touched Tingting’s hair, "Tingting, do you like painting?"

Tingting’s eyes were still red, as if she had just cried.

Hearing Song Yanchu’s voice gentle as a breeze, she wanted to shake her head. But, feeling slightly afraid, she looked up at Ms. Lin and under her mother’s pressure, timidly nodded.

Ms. Lin immediately said, "See, see, my daughter likes it, she really likes it. Master Song, why pass on easy money? I know you are famous, but my family owns a mining business, and we are rich. Just name your price, or else, I’ll directly sponsor your studio’s venue. She’s my only precious daughter, and I love her from the bottom of my heart."

Song Yanchu was troubled, knowing the girl in front of him didn’t like painting.

This young child, being forced by her parents to choose something she doesn’t like.

Seeing Tingting frightened and trembling, Song Yanchu couldn’t bear it and said, "Ms. Lin, let the child take a look at the exhibition for now."

At this moment, Tangtang walked over and took Tingting’s hand, "Let’s go see it together. There’s lots of fun stuff here."

Tingting looked at Ms. Lin and only left with Tangtang after seeing her nod.

Tang Xi smiled, not expecting her daughter to be so warm-hearted.

Truly a happy, bright little angel.

Tang Xi followed behind her daughter, maintaining a distance of about ten meters.

She took out her phone and started taking pictures.

Watching the two girls play happily.

Tang Xi’s steps lightened with joy, but suddenly she stopped, turned around, and nearly bumped into someone. She quickly said, "Sorry—ah"

Only then did she realize it was Fu Tingzhou standing behind her.

Fu Tingzhou had been maintaining a distance of two meters from her.

Fu Tingzhou’s hand briefly supported her waist.

Then he looked towards the distance.

The two girls, though not of the same age, were having a great time.

Next to each painting, there was a description. Tangtang didn’t know many characters, so Tingting explained them to her.

Fu Tingzhou’s pupils were profound; he knew Tang Xi had raised their daughter well—a happy, bright, and kind girl.

He also felt some regret for missing out on four years with this girl.

What exactly happened four years ago?

He was desperate to retrieve that lost segment of his memory.

Did he really despise Tang Xi before?

And so, Fu Tingzhou directly asked Tang Xi, "Before, did I really despise you? Were our previous relations really that bad?"

Tang Xi was recording a video of the two children when she suddenly heard his question. She turned off the video and looked at him.

"Is the past memory that important?"

Seeing Fu Tingzhou nod, Tang Xi’s lips twitched bitterly.

Did he really want to remember Su Mengshu that much?

"You used to despise me, to be precise, you extremely despised me. When I was pregnant with Tangtang, you wanted me to abort her, but I didn’t. I gave birth to her secretly. How much did you hate me? Several times you choked me, wanting to kill me. Our relationship was especially terrible. If you regain your memory, you’ll definitely find it absurd to think of the current situation in Beidao. You’ll regret letting me be your assistant. How could someone of my low status like me be suitable to be your assistant?"

Having said that, she no longer heard any response from Fu Tingzhou.

But she clearly felt that Fu Tingzhou was standing beside her, she could even hear his breathing.

Yet, Fu Tingzhou remained silent.

Just when Tang Xi thought he wouldn’t answer, the man said, "I don’t believe it."

"There must be some misunderstanding here." Fu Tingzhou’s voice was low but firm, "We are not sworn enemies. I don’t believe that I would dislike you that much. I am Fu Tingzhou, even if I lost my memory, I am still Fu Tingzhou. If I truly despised you that much four years ago, then now I would not be able to li..."

Suddenly, his voice abruptly stopped.

Swallowing the words about to spill out.

The half sentence, like you.

Fu Tingzhou’s ears flushed red.

But Tang Xi did not turn around or see it.

She was indifferent to the matter, simply stating, "Suit yourself."