The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 66 Mother and Son Argument
Most of the food on the table went into Fu Yuan's stomach.

After dinner, a few people lazily sat in their seats playing with their mobile phones. A melodious piano sound came from the center. It was Kiss The Rain composed by YIRUMA.

"The Mark of Rain".

Against the backdrop of the sound of dripping rain, the piano melody is soothing and slightly sad, just like wandering alone in the rain, recalling the past with a lover.

She casually raised her eyes, her gaze drifting down to Mrs. Tang, and asked casually, "You said before that he wanted to come to Linshi. Why?"

Mrs. Tang didn't say anything, so Tang Feng answered first: "I heard that the scenery here is quite beautiful, so I wanted to come and see it."

As he spoke, a blush appeared on his tense little face, and it was unclear whether it was due to shyness or because he had just drunk some wine.

Fu Yuan felt that he was not telling the truth.

Then I thought of Wu Ping being here too, and suspected that they were still in contact, and the suspicion was rekindled.

She glanced at Tang Feng and said, "Do you know Wu Ping's current situation?"

"How do you know her name is Wu Ping?" Mrs. Tang was a little surprised. They had always called her "Xiao Ping" in their conversation, and now her full name was mentioned, "Do you know her?"

Fu Yuan looked calm and nodded: "I've met him a few times."

Mrs. Tang asked, "What kind of person do you think she is?"

Fu Yuan didn't say whether it was good or bad, but asked: "How much do you know about her?"

Mrs. Tang knew that she was probably asking about Wu Ping's current situation, so she shook her head helplessly, sighed, and said:
"After she divorced Xiaofeng, I stopped paying attention to her affairs. I only heard about her remarriage from others. After all, the social circle is so small, and if something happens, everyone will know."

At this point, she looked at Tang Feng, who was still looking at his phone, and began to scold him: "Because of this kid, I can't even hold my head up in front of my friends!"

Tang Feng was like a child who had made a mistake. He shrank his neck, lowered his head, said nothing, and his fingers moved nervously on the phone case.

Mrs. Tang turned to look at Fu Yuan, "What's wrong with her?"

Fu Yuan sighed, hesitated for a moment, and decided to mention it to them. After all, this matter was no secret: "Wu Ping's current husband committed suicide about a month ago. Um... should be called the late husband. You should still be able to find him if you search. His location is at Changwan Beach."

"what?"

Mrs. Tang covered her mouth in surprise: "There is such a thing?"

She flipped through her phone and saw the news. "I was taking care of Xiaofeng before and didn't watch the news. This...? Is this really suicide?"

The picture has been blurred, but you can still see that the deceased died in a miserable way.

Tang Feng, who was standing by, clenched his phone tightly, his finger bones turning white.

He was also watching the news, but he had his head down and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

Fu Yuan didn't know what he was thinking, and it was inconvenient to say more. He just warned: "She might indeed be a bit... unlucky for her husband. If you want to meet her, you must think carefully."

Tang Feng, who was standing aside, raised his head, his eyes full of resentment, and his tone was somewhat sarcastic:
Blaming a man's life trajectory for being out of control on his spouse's "fate" is the pinnacle of human responsibility-shifting.

A businessman went bankrupt and blamed his wife for not having good fortune for him. A gambler who abused his wife said her birth date was bad luck. Even sudden death from alcoholism was blamed on the partner's 'too much yin energy'. Now, even suicide is attributed to the woman's fate of being unlucky for her husband! "If it were anywhere else, Fu Yuan would definitely applaud his words, but as the one being criticized, she felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"How did you talk to Dr. Fu?"

Mrs. Tang scolded subconsciously.

Then she understood what he meant and instantly flew into a rage. She yelled at him fiercely, "...You want to get back together with that woman? No way—I don't agree to this!"

"Mom—" Tang Feng shouted, his expression dissatisfied: "Why do you always dislike Xiao Ping? When I was in the hospital, you kept saying bad things about her, making me think that she was just playing with me for a while."

Mrs. Tang raised her brows. "Because of that woman, you want to sever the father-son relationship. Now, because of that woman, you want to sever the mother-son relationship with me as well?"

Tang Feng's expression was painful, his eyes slightly red, and his voice rose: "Mom, just tell me, how has Xiaoping ever let you down? During every festival, she always bought you ginseng and bird's nest, and bought Mengmeng the stuffed animals she wanted. Even when Dad was unhappy with her and always looked at her badly, she would still bring tea and porcelain. How has she ever let us down?"

Hearing his words, Mrs. Tang not only didn't calm down, but became even angrier, her chest heaving violently. "She's a perfect person, but I'm the only one who likes to break up a couple, right? Don't you think about where she gets the money to buy things? How much money do you have left on your card?"

"Before, when I gave you 2 yuan a month, you always had some left over and could even start your own business. Now, 20 yuan a month is still not enough! If someone gave me 20 yuan every month, not just 1 yuan, I could make ginseng and bird's nests, stuffed animals, dolls, tea leaves, and porcelain. Everything!"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Yuan's gaze fell on Tang Feng.

Tang Feng's face turned pale and red, "It's not what you think... It's my company's loss, it has nothing to do with Xiao Ping."

Mrs. Tang sneered: "You know what it is like, I don't want to say more! Let me put it this way, if you dare to get back together with that woman, you will lose me as your mother."

She slammed her phone onto the table, startling the other three people present.

Then he smiled at Fu Yuan and took her out. Tang Meng picked up the phone that had fallen to the ground and followed them.

When they reached the door, Mrs. Tang paused, her expression complicated. She turned back to look at the dazed Tang Feng and added, "—Of course, we won't be transferring money to your card anymore, and we won't continue to support your small company's business."

"You have the right to choose freely, but you must also be aware of the consequences!"

She left these words and closed the door, leaving Tang Feng alone in the restaurant.

In the corridor, Mrs. Tang forced a smile and smiled apologetically at Fu Yuan. The corners of her eyes were a little red, and it was obvious that she was really angry just now.

"I'm so sorry to have embarrassed you." Her voice was still trembling, and her heart was not calm.

Fu Yuan shook his head and said softly, "It's nothing. It's just the love of parents."

Mrs. Tang took Fu Yuan to pay the bill and said, "That's right... If my boy was half as well-behaved as you, I would be relieved."

Feeling that the quarrel between mother and son was caused by his own excessive talk, Fu Yuan felt a little guilty and spoke a few good words on Tang Feng's behalf: "You took such good care of him. Young people may think they have met true love... and be a little impulsive for a moment."

"After a while, when he calms down, he will understand how good you are to her."

After saying this, Fu Yuan inexplicably felt that his words were a bit green tea...

(End of this chapter)