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Chapter 455 The Tough Yang Rong

Fu Yibai.

The three words fell to the ground, and Yang's mother placed the ultrasound report on the coffee table.

Mr. Yang took off his glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and put them back on.

"Are you talking about Fu Yibai?" Yang's mother asked.

"Yes."

Yang's mother and father exchanged a glance.

They had certainly heard of the name Fu Yibai.

Those reports, those achievements—that a young man who started from scratch built a vast business empire.

They felt secure and proud that their daughter worked alongside such a person.

But they never imagined that their daughter and that man would have this kind of relationship.

"When are you getting married?" Yang's mother asked.

"I don't plan to get married."

What does it mean to not plan to get married?

"You already have a child, why not get married?"

"Mom, you know our profession involves a lot of media exposure, and getting married would affect my career."

"That's a lie. So many people in the entertainment industry get married, and I haven't seen anyone stop acting after getting married."

"Rongrong, is there something you're hiding from us?"

Mr. Yang looked at his daughter, trying to glean something from her expression.

"Really, no."

"Rongrong, is it that he doesn't want to take responsibility?"

"No, he's a good person, and he's very good to me."

"Then why not get married?"

Mr. and Mrs. Yang interrogated Yang Rong relentlessly.

Yang Rong hesitated for a moment before finally telling the truth.

"He has other women. Not just me."

"What?!"

Mr. Yang jumped up from the sofa.

Yang's mother pulled Yang's father back to sit down and looked at her daughter.

"Does he know you're pregnant?" Yang's mother asked.

"Yes, I know. He's been taking care of me ever since I got pregnant."

Yang's mother remained silent for a moment. The soup in the kitchen was bubbling loudly, which annoyed her.

She stood up and walked to the kitchen to turn off the stove.

"You've been sensible since you were little."

We never have to worry about their studies or acting.

Your father and I both feel that the greatest blessing of our lives is having a daughter like you.

When Yang's mother came out of the kitchen, her eyes were already red.

"But now you're telling me you want to have a child with someone who has so many women, and you still won't get married?"

"He treats his daughter very well."

Yang Rong did not avoid her mother's gaze.

Better than anyone else.

He never lied to me; I knew what kind of person he was from the very beginning.

I'm willing to be with him, and he's willing to take care of me and the child.

"Is this what you call taking care of me? You're not even given a proper title, is this what you call taking care of me?" Yang's mother's voice suddenly rose.

"I don't need a title."

Yang Rong's tone was as calm as a deep pool, a calmness that was more irrefutable than crying or making a scene.

"What I need is someone I can entrust my life to."

I found it.

"Marriage is about entrusting your whole life to someone!"

"You're not even getting married, he can—"

"He won't."

Yang Rong interrupted her mother.

"He won't."

Yang's father finally spoke.

What guarantees do you have?

Yang Rong turned to look at her father.

"Nothing can be guaranteed."

But in all these years I've been by his side, watching him get to where he is today, he has never let anyone down.

He gave me the best role, the best resources, and even gave me shares when the company went public.

What he gave me far exceeded the scope that any marriage contract could guarantee.

Yang's father remained silent for a long time.

"Are you going to stay with him for the rest of your life?"

"Yes."

"What about your parents? What are we supposed to say if relatives ask?"

"..."

Yang's mother walked up to Yang Rong, squatted down, and took her hand.

"Rongrong, are you blinded by his money?"

"I don't.

I have enough money to last several lifetimes.

I'm with him, not because of his money.

Yang Rong grasped her mother's hand in return.

"Mom, I didn't act on impulse."

I've thought about this for a long time.

I know all the women around him; we all know of each other's existence.

We get along very well, even better than sisters.

Yang's mother's expression became even more complicated upon hearing those words.

Looking at Yang Rong's calm expression, Yang's mother glanced down at the black and white image on the ultrasound report.

"The child is his, you two are not getting married."

What will the child's surname be?

"His surname is Fu."

Yang's mother remained silent for a moment.

"You're just asking for trouble."

"No, I'm really happy right now, and I don't feel wronged at all."

Mr. Yang stood up from the sofa.

He walked to the window, turned his back to everyone, and looked at the two mango trees outside.

"We must get married."

He said he didn't look back.

"This is my only condition."

He'll marry you; I can pretend I don't know anything else.

"I won't marry him, and I can't keep this child."

Yang's mother looked up at her husband's back, and her lips moved slightly.

Yang Rong gently placed her fingers on her lower abdomen.

"dad."

"I'm not discussing this with you."

"Then I'll go back to Beijing tomorrow."

I must give birth to this child, no matter what.

Yang's father turned around.

He looked at his daughter, the obedient and never-talking daughter who had never spoken up since childhood, but now she was threatening him for the sake of a man.

"You'd abandon your parents for him?"

Yang's father's voice was hoarse.

"If I don't want you, I won't come back."

Yang Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I came back to tell you that I'm going to be a mother."

I hope my child will have maternal grandparents.

Yang's father looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

The wall clock went around and around.

Yang's mother's tears slid down silently, and she wiped them away with her sleeve again and again.

"We'll bring him back after the New Year," said Yang's father.

Yang's mother suddenly turned to look at her husband.

"Bring him back to see me after the New Year."

Yang's father repeated it, his tone gentler than before.

"I want to see for myself whether it's worth my daughter's unwavering devotion."

Yang Rong remained silent for a long time before nodding.

"it is good."

Yang's mother opened her mouth to speak, but ultimately said nothing more.

That evening, Yang Rong returned to her room, sat on the edge of the bed, and took out her phone.

She sent Fu Yibai a WeChat message: "My dad wants to see you after the New Year."

The reply came almost immediately.

"Okay. I'll go in the second year of junior high."

"My mom might not be too happy."

"Then cheer her up."

How can you make her happy?

"I will go with sincerity. Don't worry."

The situation is similar for Liu Yan; Fu Yibai will also need to go and meet her after the New Year.