After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 158: Struck by Lightning from the Sky or Going Down to Hell

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Struck by Lightning from the Sky or Going Down to Hell

Du Yunshuang, upon her return, behaved meticulously, daring not to speak out of turn again.

The lunch passed without incident.

After the meal, when they returned to the living room, the gifts that Du Yunshuang had people send over also arrived:

A winter-season, new-release handbag from the L brand.

A versatile black color.

"I remembered to bring it before leaving the house, but with all the hustle and bustle, I just forgot..."

Du Yunshuang handed the gift box to Ye Li, patting her hand with a smile, "When you and Yanci have your wedding, your uncle and I will definitely give you a proper wedding gift. For now, consider this a meeting gift from your aunt since it’s the first time we are meeting."

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Ye Li took her seat graciously.

Fu Jingzhong and Du Yunshuang came with an agenda.

Their son, Fu Linhui, had returned from studying abroad for more than half a year now.

They had thought, given the Fu surname, even if he couldn’t be a vice-president or senior executive, being a department head should be possible, right?

Unexpectedly, he was assigned by Fu Yanci to the IT department at the Fu Group, spending his days mingling with a bunch of programmers.

After half a year, there wasn’t a hint of a promotion, and Fu Linhui was feeling extremely frustrated.

It was then that Fu Jingzhong and his wife thought to make use of the New Year’s visit to drop some hints to Old Mrs. Fu in hopes that she would plead on their behalf.

They hadn’t anticipated that before they could even broach the subject, they would be told off by Fu Yanci over a matter involving Ye Li.

Not only did they fail to achieve their goal, but they also lost a handbag worth over a hundred thousand.

At this thought, Du Yunshuang felt sick to her stomach.

Her gaze slid over Ye Li, and she noticed that although Fu Yanci appeared to be listening to their conversation, all his attention was focused on Ye Li.

Du Yunshuang’s mind turned, and with a smile, she asked, "Xiao Li, when do you and Yanci plan to have children?"

???

Ye Li looked up, utterly bewildered, "I’m still in school, not considering it for the next couple of years."

If she were to be entirely truthful, she wouldn’t consider having children before the age of 25.

Her mother said that she was still a child herself, and there was no rush to have babies; she could wait until she had enjoyed life fully.

As if not picking up on Ye Li’s uncooperative tone, Du Yunshuang said with a laugh, "That’s what you say, but it’s better to have children early. Not only will you recover quickly, but your grandmother could enjoy having four generations under one roof. Wouldn’t that be killing two birds with one stone? If the child is in the old mansion, your grandmother will help you look after them. Once you’ve fulfilled your duty, you can enjoy your couple’s world worry-free. Isn’t that wonderful?"

Ye Li responded with an awkward yet polite smile.

"Auntie, how old were you when you had Lin Hui?"

At Fu Yanci’s interjection, Du Yunshuang’s heart skipped a beat.

With each term of ’Auntie’ and ’You’, it sounded as if he held her in great respect.

But only people from the Fu Family knew that this was a sign of Fu Yanci, Uncle Fu, being in a bad mood.

Du Yunshuang stammered, "I... had him at 26."

"Then that settles it?"

A faint dissatisfaction in his brows and eyes, as if to say that if they didn’t get the hint, he would be ready to show them the door.

Fu Yanci said solemnly, "Heaven strikes those who rush marriages with thunder, and those who rush others to have children will probably go to hell after death. Auntie, do you know what’s in the 18 layers of hell?"

???

Du Yunshuang was petrified on the spot.

Over the years, Fu Yanci had often visited the West Mountain Wanfu Temple, following the old monk in reciting and transcribing scriptures, and at a young age, he seemed to have a detached view of the mundane world.

In previous New Year’s Eve dinners, if someone misspoke, he’d mention a certain layer of the 18 levels of hell, explaining what it was for, what kind of sinners would be sent there, and what punishment they’d receive.

With his cold, somber expression, the chilling effect was amplified.

Du Yunshuang had not expected that a mere mention of having children would trigger such a malicious warning about divine retribution and damnation.

Good heavens!

She was only trying to segue from the topic of having children to the difficulty of a mother’s ten months of pregnancy and then subtly shift to mentioning her son Lin Hui. All she wanted was for Fu Yanci to show some consideration for their hard work as parents and give Lin Hui some preferential treatment.

Du Yunshuang: !!!