After traveling to a country where women are king, I abandoned my husband and children

"Foreigners?" Ge Fu frowned slightly. "You mean, they have a way to conceal the aura of an emotionalist?"

Luo Yaosen nodded. "Although there are few emotionalists like Kong Yixuan who can hide their identities, it is not uncommon to find byproducts or legacies of emotionalists who can conceal their emotions."

Ge Fu pinched his brows and added, "There is another possibility. There may be ordinary people in the other organization."

what?

Luo Yaosen was shocked, "It should be... impossible, right?"

Although he said this, his tone was extremely uncertain.

Ge Fu sighed, "Anyway, be more careful."

Ge Fu's mentality towards investigating this organization was actually contradictory. She wanted to find out who was behind it and vent her anger - if it weren't for these people, Kong Yixuan would definitely be alive and well; at the same time, she sometimes didn't want to care and wanted to follow Kong Yixuan's heart.

——She might not be able to let them die with dignity in her hands, but as long as they didn’t die in her hands, would it be okay?

The Princess's Mansion had a private plane, and Luo Yaosen left after dinner. Surrounded by a group of servants, the two could not say goodbye properly. After only a few words, Luo Yaosen boarded the plane.

It was not until the private plane disappeared into the night that Ge Fu sighed and left with her son.

"Mother, when can we go back to Jindong?" Luo Zhige was a little uneasy.

No matter what, he was raised by Luo Yaosen. Even though the other party was not by his side most of the time in the past five years, he still only had this father to rely on in his heart.

But in the past, even if Luo Yaosen was not at home, he would not be in another country.

Therefore, he couldn't help feeling psychologically uncomfortable with Luo Yaosen's departure.

Luo Yaosen bent down and picked up his son, and said softly: "I'm afraid you can't go back to Jindong. From now on, you will probably live with your father in Zidu."

"What about you, mother?" Luo Zhige suddenly turned his head to look at her.

Ge Fu kissed his cheek helplessly and said softly, "Zhi Ge, I can't give you a clear answer to similar questions because that is a matter of the future. However, I can assure you of one thing. Although we may be separated for a short period of time, our family of three will be reunited sooner or later and will be able to stay together."

Luo Zhige stopped talking.

How long will it take, morning or evening?

He had such doubts in his mind, but he didn't ask.

He could feel that both his father and mother seemed very tired.

Except for the time when he first came, Luo Zhige never lived in Suiyuan again, but lived in Shuyue Pavilion with Ge Fu. Ge Fu let him do it, because there were enough rooms in Shuyue Pavilion anyway.

After returning home, Ge Fu coaxed his son to sleep and then sat by the bed for a while.

In fact, even now, when she sees this child, she still feels a sense of unreality.

This is my own child...

She reached out and touched her son's soft hair, bent down and kissed him on the forehead, then stood up quietly and left.

After Ge Fu left, Luo Zhige quietly opened his eyes, bit his lower lip and smiled.

Ge Fu walked into the yard and wanted to sit for a while - after September, the temperature dropped rapidly. It was still a bit hot during the day, but at night, the yard became extremely comfortable.

His eyes fell on the grape vine in the courtyard, and Ge Fu frowned slightly, "Why does this grape vine seem..." dead?

He was clearly fine when he left.

You Rong replied, "It was struck by lightning during a thunderstorm. We left it until now because we wanted to see if it still had any life. But the gardener came to see it yesterday and said that the grape tree was completely dead and could not be saved. Once the new grape seedlings are delivered, this grape tree will be moved away."

Ge Fu could not help but remain silent.

Although this grape vine was moved here after the South Garden was built, it was actually moved from the North Garden.

The reason for moving this grape vine is not because of any story, but because this grape vine is an old variety - it does not have a higher yield than the new varieties. Although the old varieties are also sweet, the yield is particularly low.

But Gofu has always liked the taste of the old varieties. The skins of the new varieties of grapes are difficult to peel, and Gofu never eats the skins of grapes.

These old varieties of grape vines are hard to find nowadays.

Guessing her doubts, You Rong said, "Don't worry, there are old varieties of grape vines in Beiyuan." In fact, they were originally going to be cut down and planted with new varieties, but because the princess liked them, they were kept.

"That's good." As he said this, Ge Fu's thoughts drifted away.

Kong Yixiuan also liked to eat this kind of grapes like her. At that time, she envied the old variety of grape tree in front of her house.

At that time, she also said that if conditions permitted in the future, she would definitely plant an old variety of grape vine.

but……

Ge Fu suddenly asked You Rong: "When we went to the porridge shop before, did A Xuan plant a grape tree in her yard?"

You Rong was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, there is indeed a grape tree." She has always been careful, and she answered very affirmatively about things that Ge Fu was not very sure about.

Ge Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Ask someone whether the grape tree in the porridge shop was planted by the landlord or by A Xuan herself."

Although You Rong didn't understand, she nodded anyway.

Just as Ge Fu was about to say a few more words, Tan Xi came over and said, "Princess, I have something to ask you."

She actually just arrived this afternoon. Before that, she stayed in Mengsha Country to help Ge Fu deal with the auction of paintings.

"What?" Ge Fu was a little surprised that she would come over at this time.

Although Tan Xi often flies frequently, it is actually very difficult for her to adjust to jet lag. Usually, it takes her at least twelve hours to adjust after such a flight.

Tan Xi sat down next to Ge Fu, poured himself a cup of herbal tea and drank it, then said, "The price of your paintings has risen again this time. There are several new fans among them. I socialized with them as your agent. Among them, a female fan asked to meet you."

"You didn't refuse?" Ge Fu raised his eyebrows.

Some of his painter friends in his previous life had close relationships with art fans, but Gofu himself didn't like that.

She believes that the voices of fans can be listened to appropriately, but not too much, because if you listen too much, you cannot guarantee that you will not be influenced. She always believes that the painter's thinking should be his own and unique.

If you are too sociable, you will easily fall into vulgarity.

Tan Xi knew what she was thinking and shouldn't make such a mistake.

"No, but I have my reasons for doing this." Tan Xi bit her lip and said hesitantly, "I think this fan is a little different. She wants to see you, not because she wants to see her idol, but... she hopes to get help from you."