UGB Chapter 454 The Two Women of the Zhang Family
Chapter 454 The Two Women of the Zhang Family
On January 27, "Kung Fu Jungle" and "Let the Bullets Fly" were released on the same day.
The former ultimately grossed 6.73 million yuan, while the latter grossed 7.88 million yuan.
Fu Yibai attended two celebration banquets that day.
The focus of these two celebration banquets shifted from Lu Yang and Jiang Wen to Fu Yibai after the Oscar nominations were announced.
January 29th, the 1th day of the twelfth lunar month.
Yang Rong and Liu Yan sat on the living room sofa, each with an open suitcase in front of them.
Zhang Xinyu squatted down next to the coffee table and put the folded maternity clothes into it one by one.
"Xinyu, please pack that scarf in too, it's for my mom."
Zhang Xinyu nodded, picked up an exquisitely packaged gift box from the sofa, and stuffed it into the side pocket of her suitcase.
Fu Yibai came down the stairs, carrying a bag in his hand.
The bag contained two boxes of bird's nest and several bottles of prenatal nutritional supplements.
"Bring these with you."
The bird's nest was brought back from Indonesia by Mr. Zhao, and it is of very high quality.
I asked Director Zhou about nutritional supplements, and she said they're safe to take during early pregnancy.
Fu Yibai sat down between the two of them, putting his arm around their shoulders.
Liu Yan rested her head on his shoulder, and Yang Rong placed her hand on the back of his hand.
"The luggage is all packed, and the driver is waiting at the door."
Zhang Xinyu closed her suitcase and stood up.
Yang Rong and Liu Yan stood up from the sofa and each pulled the handle of their suitcases.
Zhang Xinyu picked up the remaining bags and followed beside her.
"Are you sure you don't need me to go back with you?"
"No need, let's go home and do some work first."
My parents are quite open-minded.
Liu Yan gave Fu Yibai a light peck on the lips.
Yang Rong followed closely behind and also gave him a kiss.
"Don't worry, I'll convince my parents."
"I am now holding the emperor hostage to command the feudal lords."
"This description..."
"Alright, let's go."
Liu Yan pulled her suitcase toward the door.
The van parked in front of the villa was already running.
Fu Yibai walked to the car door and helped Yang Rong and Liu Yan into the car, one in each hand.
They got into the back seat, rolled down the window, and looked at him.
"Be careful on the road. Call me when you arrive."
"understood."
Yang Rong reached out and gently stroked his cheek.
"Take care of yourself too."
Fu Yibai took her hand and kissed it.
"Call me anytime if you need anything. My phone is always on."
if--"
"it is good."
Yang Rong interrupted him, a slight smile curving her lips.
The car slowly drove out of the villa area, turned the corner, and disappeared behind the bare branches of the ginkgo trees.
Zhang Xinyu stood behind Fu Yibai, looking in the direction the car had disappeared.
"Mr. Fu, it's cold outside, let's go back inside."
Fu Yibai nodded and turned to enter the villa.
On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, the temperature in Baoshan was more than 20 degrees Celsius higher than in Beijing.
When Yang Rong pushed her luggage cart out of the arrival gate of Yunrui Airport, she immediately spotted her mother in the crowd.
Yang's mother wore a maroon down jacket, her hair was dyed jet black, and she had a short, curly perm, a common style for women her age.
"Rongrong!"
Yang's mother squeezed through the crowd of people waiting at the airport and quickly walked up to Yang Rong, stopping half a step away from her to look her up and down.
Yang Rong covered herself up very tightly. Although she was four months pregnant, it was not obvious from her appearance.
However, Yang's mother knew her daughter well and immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Your stomach..."
"Mom, let's go home first, and we'll talk to you when we get home."
Yang Rong quickly stepped forward and took her mother's hand.
Yang's mother was silent for two seconds, then nodded.
"Okay, your dad's waiting outside; the car can't get in. Let's go home."
Yang's mother took the suitcase handle from her.
"Mom, I can do it myself."
"You're in such a state, you should rest."
Yang's mother pushed her suitcase out, her steps very slow.
Yang Rong followed behind, passing through the automatic doors of the arrival hall. The warm breeze of Baoshan in December blew in, carrying a sweet scent of osmanthus.
In the parking lot, Yang's father stood next to a white car, wearing a dark blue jacket and with his hair neatly combed.
"Finally back."
"dad."
"Okay, get in the car, let's go home."
Mr. Yang opened the back door, took the suitcase from Mrs. Yang and put it in the trunk, and Yang Rong sat in the back seat.
The car drove out of the airport.
Half an hour later, the car came to a stop in front of a detached villa.
This house was bought by Yang Rong for her parents three years ago. It is a detached house with two mango trees in the yard, whose canopies cover most of the yard.
Mr. Yang carried the suitcase into the living room, while Mrs. Yang went straight into the kitchen.
Yang Rong changed into slippers and walked to the kitchen door.
"Mom, stop working, I'm not hungry."
"I have chicken stewing on the stove, let me adjust the heat first."
After turning down the stove fire, Yang's mother turned around and pulled Yang Rong back to the living room.
"Take off your clothes. We're home now, what are you hiding?"
Looking at the stern-faced Yang Rong, Yang's mother spoke with a tone of heartache and helplessness.
Yang Rong hesitated for a moment, then slowly unbuttoned her coat, revealing her slightly protruding belly.
Yang's mother's gaze fell on her daughter's belly, and her eyes instantly reddened.
She reached out and gently touched it, her voice choked with emotion: "How many months pregnant?"
"Four months."
Yang Rong answered softly and pulled her mother to sit down on the sofa.
Mr. Yang put down his luggage and walked over. When he saw this scene, he paused.
"You're pregnant!"
Yang Rong nodded and took out the ultrasound report from her bag, handing it to her mother.
The living room was so quiet that you could hear the lingering bubbling of the clay pot in the kitchen.
Yang's mother held the ultrasound report, her lips moved slightly, she first looked at Yang Rong's belly, and then looked at the image on the ultrasound report.
"Whose?"
Yang's father's voice was low, tinged with disbelief and anger.
After all, their precious daughter had gotten pregnant without them even knowing who the man was.