Chapter 154 High Emotional Intelligence Speech

**Chapter 154: Diplomatic Words**

The best course of action would be to get Fu Yanju and her daughter out of town to lay low.

If the Chen family comes looking for them and can’t find them, they won’t make any more scenes at the Fu family home.

Transport and communication were so backward in this era. No matter how much pull the Chen family had locally, they rarely went into the city.

Besides, Chen Zhijie and the men who fought with Su He were still locked up, so the Chens probably wouldn’t be in the mood to hunt down Fu Yanju and her daughter.

However—

“Dad, Mom, I bet the Chens will come sniffing around again in a few days. When they do, just find a way to send them packing,” Fu Tinghua suddenly said during lunch.

“If they dare cause trouble again, this time I’ll chase them off with a stick!” Look at how they’ve worn down his daughter and granddaughter—both were skin and bones.

Fu Tinghua shook his head and frowned. “Next time they come, it probably won’t be to stir things up.”

“Huh? Not to cause trouble? Then what for?” Wu Yanhua put down her bowl, curious.

“They’re likely coming for a forgiveness statement—from Fourth Sister and… Su He.”

When she heard her name, Su He froze mid-bite.

Noticing this, Fu Tinghua picked up the dish she wanted and placed it in her bowl.

“Tinghua, is Chen Zhijie really going to do time?” Fu Derong couldn’t help but ask.

“Yanju and Wan’er are still in the room,” his wife Chen Sufen whispered to him.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yanju gave a wan smile.

“It’s fine, Third Sis. If that bastard does time, Wan’er and I will finally be free. Otherwise, I’d still be afraid he’d hound me after the divorce.” She sneered.

Everyone fell silent.

It was true—what could divorce really change in those days? After all, Wan’er still had Chen Zhijie’s blood running through her veins. Their only out was to disappear completely.

“Sis, get your things together. You and Wan’er will come with us to the city and stay for a while,” Fu Tinghua jumped in at the right moment.

Fu Yanju hesitated before declining, “Tinghua, maybe I should just stay here. City living costs an arm and a leg, and I don’t want to trouble you too much.”

The truth was, she’d never been to the city before. She’d heard everything there was expensive—even a lousy bun goes for fifty cents.

She was flat broke now, with a daughter to care for. Wouldn’t she just end up mooching off her brother?

Though she didn’t know Su He well, these past few days had shown her that Su He was good people.

But over time, who knew if Su He would start resenting them as dead weight?

She really liked Su He and didn’t want to become a money pit that drove a wedge between her and Fu Tinghua.

“Fourth Sister, I meant to bring this up yesterday.

I rented a shop in the city—I’m planning to open a small supermarket and do a side business in durians.

But obviously, I can’t stay there all day. I’ll need to go out and drum up durian business too.”

So, you coming to the city this time is a huge help for me.

I was actually thinking of hiring someone to help me watch the shop. Since you're coming with us, you can help me out just in time."

Su He’s words made Fu Yanju feel both comforted and excited.

"R-Really? I... I can really help you?"

Fu Yanju’s place in the Fu family was a little awkward right now. Her parents adored her, and her brothers and sisters-in-law were kind to her, but she still felt uneasy.

If moving to the city meant she could help Su He and do something useful instead of being a burden, Fu Yanju was naturally overjoyed.

"Of course. Besides, if I were to hire someone to watch the shop, I’d have to pay them a decent wage too," Su He sighed.

Fu Tinghua watched her, his eyes brimming with amusement.

His wife was so emotionally sharp—everything she said and did was just right.

Of course, when Wu Yanhua heard that hiring help meant paying wages, she was the first to protest.

"Yan Ju, don’t overthink it. Go to the city and help Su He out. The wheat’s almost ready for harvest, and nobody’ll have time to help then."

Fu Yanju was about to say yes anyway, but after Wu Yanhua’s words, she immediately made up her mind.

"Alright, I’ll go to the city with you. I don’t need pay—just food for me and Wan Er is enough."

It hadn’t even occurred to Fu Yanju that Chen Waner would soon need to start school, requiring expenses for clothes, stationery, and the like.

"No way. If I’d pay a stranger, I’d sure as heck pay my own family!

Besides, Wan Er is about to start first grade soon.

But I’d never trust some outsider with the shop. Only with family helping can I feel at ease."

Fu Yanju’s eyes welled up at Su He’s words.

"Don’t worry, I... I’ll make sure the shop’s in good hands," Fu Yanju said, her eyes growing warm.

In the city, she’d work her hardest to run the shop right and earn Su He’s trust.

Watching his wife charm his sister so easily, Fu Tinghua couldn’t help but give Su He’s hand a little squeeze under the table.

Su He: “…”

This guy—what’s his deal? They’re still eating!

Xia Chengan’s car was still parked in the Fu family’s backyard.

When Fu Tinghua pulled it out, the neighbors rushed over to stare.

"Whoa, a car!"

"The Fu family’s really moving up in the world."

"I asked before—it’s not Ting Hua’s, it’s his buddy’s."

"Oh, really? I figured they couldn’t afford a car that fast."

"Ugh, when will our family ever get a car?"

"What's the point of buying that? Get a tricycle instead—it'd be way easier for hauling stuff. A car's not that practical."

"Yeah, with a tricycle you could haul stuff into town on market days and save yourself a ton of work. Every time we pull a cart—"

The villagers kept chatting, their conversation eventually circling around to buying vehicles.

They were getting carried away—most of them barely had two pennies to rub together at home, yet here they were dreaming about buying cars.

Bikes were rare enough in the village.

As for tricycles? Unless you needed one for work, forget about it.

Su He didn't bring much with her to the city, but she dragged Fu Tinghua out to pick every last ripe vegetable from their garden.

She could sell them in the city or give some to the neighbors to stay on their good side.

If worse came to worst, she could always find an excuse to toss the veggies into her space—after all, they’d stay fresh there.

If they didn’t pick those vegetables soon, they’d go tough and tasteless.

Every household in the countryside grew their own vegetables, and since they lived at the far end of the village, there was no way they were gonna ask the Fu family to trek all the way over just to pick a few.

Once everything was ready, Fu Tinghua got behind the wheel and drove Su He and the others away, as the Fu family saw them off, reluctant to let them go, watching until the car disappeared toward the city.