ST3YC Chapter 125

Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child Chapter 125: A Girl’s Heart Is Beating

Having slept so late, she’d missed dinner. As soon as she woke up, Qingqing clutched her stomach and grumbled.

“If you’re hungry, just order takeout.” These days, Qingqing is even better at using her phone than the adults, needing no one to worry about her.

Qingqing paused, then said weakly, “No more pocket money.”

Fu Heng looked up from the pile of documents in surprise. “Didn’t I just give you 100,000 yuan at the beginning of the month?”

If he remembered correctly, it was only the tenth, not even the middle of the month.

To prevent immature children from wasting money or getting scammed, Qingqing’s savings and personal belongings were currently off limits. She could only rely on the regular allowance given by the adults.

Fu Heng already gave her a lot, and this kid was incredibly shrewd.

After taking Fu Heng’s allowance, she immediately turned around and went to Gu Lan and his two sons, asking for more money one by one, even asking the Fu elders and Gu’s parents.

Only Bai Qiyu, in Qingqing’s memory, was a friend and classmate, not an elder, so she couldn’t possibly ask him for money.

After this cycle, Qingqing had managed to secure nearly a million yuan. Even Gu Lan lamented how easy it was for her to earn so much simply by being a bit coquettish.

However, Gu Lan was quite critical of Qingqing’s asking the parents for money.

Qingqing responded confidently, “If they don’t spend their money on me, they’ll spend it on someone else. Why shouldn’t I ask for their money?”

Fifteen-year-old Qingqing remembered it vividly: after having her and her brother, her parents actually wanted to adopt a docile child, raising him as their heir and providing for their future.

At the time, Qingqing was completely baffled by her parents’ reasoning. She had no idea how those two idiots could abandon their own children to adopt a stranger.

The question was, were they sure this adoption wasn’t harming the family?

Although the matter did not work out in the end, it did not prevent her from understanding a truth from then on.

It is better to rely on money than on people. People may run away, but money can be held tightly in her hands.

Moreover, Qingqing had no source of income at the time. Even though she and her brother had a large inheritance waiting for them to inherit after they came of age, this was premised on them having to reach adulthood.

Before they came of age, they could only rely on their parents’ charity to survive.

Mrs. Gu, who did not like Gu Qingqing and her brother, could not give them pocket money at all. It was good enough to ensure that they were not hungry or cold and had school to go to, and there was no more.

So even though Qingqing and Gu Lan lived in a villa and a luxury car to go to school, they were actually poorer than the children of ordinary families.

Others could at least have ten yuan for breakfast every week, but she did not even have a dime.

For this reason, Qingqing almost lost face and quarreled with her parents, just to get pocket money, and even cried poor in front of outsiders.

Gu Yanyu hadn’t intended to give the child money in the first place, but he hadn’t thought about it at first. He had assumed his wife would give it.

Now that he realized his wife hadn’t, he happily gave it after his daughter reminded him. Mrs. Gu, for her own sake, didn’t want to hear others mocking her for mistreating her child and not being able to afford even a little pocket money, so she could only give the money reluctantly with a sullen face.

Qingqing happily divided the money into two parts, one for herself and one for her brother.

If they saved up enough, it would be enough to take her brother to the amusement park.

So until now, Gu Lan had no idea that the pocket money he had never lacked was earned by his sister and his parents.

With a “ding dong”, Qingqing rolled over in bed, looked at the transfer notification on her phone screen, curled her lips, and happily clicked on the message to collect the money.

To get the money, she quickly opened the food delivery app, happily ordered a lot of food, and waited for the delivery guy to deliver it.

Perhaps it wasn’t peak late-night food rush yet, so fewer people were ordering takeout, so the delivery was extra fast.

Less than half an hour after Qingqing placed her order, her dinner and snack arrived.

The call sent Qingqing hopping up like a rabbit, dashing out in one swift stride. A moment later, she rushed back, carrying two large bags.

“Hey, hey, hey… I’m going to give the delivery guy a five-star review.”

“?” Fu Heng looked up from his papers.

“Because he said goodbye before he left. I like polite people.”

“People always envy what they don’t have.”

Qingqing puffed up her cheeks and said in dissatisfaction, “What do you mean? You’re saying I’m impolite?”

She was furious, truly furious, the kind that couldn’t be appeased once she was angry!

“I didn’t say that.” Fu Heng certainly wouldn’t touch on such a fraught topic. “It’s just that your words and actions showed it all.”

Well, the man currently in control of the finances had no desire to live.

“Hmph!” Qingqing snorted, truly furious.

She turned her head, sat at the coffee table with her ponytail swinging, and unpacked her takeaway food.

She had originally ordered Fu Heng’s portion, but now she refused to give that bastard any of it!

The aroma of food kept reaching his nose, constantly disturbing Fu Heng’s will to work.

He held the pen in silence for a long time on the signature column, finally put it down and sat down next to Qingqing.

“Give me a bite?”

“No!” She was still angry.

“But I’m so hungry.” He pretended to hold his stomach and act pitiful.

Knowing that the girl in her rebellious period was still the soft-hearted and obedient child she was in childhood, Fu Heng used this trick every time.

Sure enough, Qingqing could still force herself to ignore Fu Heng at first.

But the more she ate, the more guilty she felt, especially with someone next to her looking at her pitifully, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Subconsciously, she took a sneak peek, and then another, and another.

She casually picked up a fried dumpling and stuffed it into Fu Heng’s mouth. “Just one bite, please.”

Fu Heng’s handsome eyes curved as he held the food in his mouth, making Qingqing blush uncontrollably.

Dazed, she unconsciously gave him more food.

When she came to her senses, she saw Fu Heng’s sexy lips wrapped around her chopsticks, slowly and methodically picking away at the food.

While it was a perfectly normal action, it still made her entire face flush, even her neck.

Was this troublemaker really a human?

Was he a demon from somewhere, a demonic being sent to seduce innocent girls?

“Didn’t you say you were hungry? Why aren’t you eating?”

A piece of warm fried chicken nugget touched her lips, and Qingqing instinctively gulped down the meat.

After the meat was swallowed, she belatedly realized that her lips had just… seemed… to have accidentally touched something soft, warm, and not meat.

Elegantly wiping the oil stains from his fingers with a tissue, Fu Heng looked up, noticing Qingqing’s stunned gaze. A smile spread across his face, his deep, magnetic voice radiating an irresistible charm.

“What? Do you want me to feed you?”

The whisper, like a breath beside her ear, sent a shiver through Qingqing’s body, and she couldn’t help but sit a little further away.

What’s going on?

Is she having a heart attack?

Why is her heart beating so fast?

Perhaps frightened, Qingqing buried her head in her midnight snack, not daring to look up at Fu Heng.

A hint of a smile crossed Fu Heng’s eyes, but he considerately said nothing, simply going about finishing the remaining work.

That night, as they returned home, Qingqing sat in the passenger seat, seemingly nonchalantly gazing out the window at the fleeting scenery.

But her gaze betrayed her will, constantly returning to steal a glance at Fu Heng.

“We’re an old married couple. If you want to, go ahead and look.”

While his wife’s cute little appearance was distracting from his driving, Fu Heng, after enduring for a long time, finally had to warn her.

Sure enough, Qingqing immediately sat up straight, as if she’d been caught red-handed, and stammered, “Who… who peeked at you? I didn’t!”

Her awkward and arrogant demeanor was a bit like Gu Lan, and Fu Heng suddenly understood who his brother-in-law’s awkward personality resembled.

Here, the case is right here.

It was almost midnight when they got home.

Fu Heng and Qingqing went to their respective rooms. After Qingqing’s memory returned to a certain age, they slept in separate rooms.

Before Qingqing could close the door, Fu Heng called her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay up late playing games anymore.” Thinking Fu Heng was trying to nag her about not playing games, Qingqing impatiently turned back to assure him.

Even though her memory was youthful, her body wasn’t.

Qingqing was terribly upset after a long night, and she still hadn’t recovered. She wouldn’t dare be so reckless again, so she really planned to go back to her room and sleep tonight.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Fu Heng leaned over, gently touching her forehead as her eyes widened slightly.

The courteous gesture was filled with tenderness, and Qingqing felt it most deeply from her close proximity.

Her previously bright and flamboyant eyes softened slightly, and a sweet smile, seemingly unseen, graced the corners of her lips. “If that’s not what you’re talking about, then what do you want to talk about?”
Her soft tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness.

“Go to bed early tonight. I’ll take you somewhere tomorrow.”

“Where?” she asked curiously.

“A secret,” Fu Heng said, playing it off mysteriously.

“Hate it.” She didn’t like people leaving things unsaid. She didn’t want to waste her brain trying to guess what the other person meant, and oftentimes guessing wrong was just too much fun.

“Be good, you’ll know when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

Patting Qingqing’s little head and coaxing her to go back to sleep, Fu Heng also returned to his room.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

Waving her little hands, Qingqing returned to her room to take a shower and get into bed.

She was wearing a large dinosaur one-piece pajamas, lying on the soft bed, holding a photo that was torn in half in her hand.

After a while, she sighed softly: “Why tear it up?”

Putting the photo on the bedside, Qingqing turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The moonlight poured down, reflecting the appearance of the photo.

Gu Qingqing, wearing a white wedding dress, was seen holding Fu Heng’s arm with a happy face, and walked towards the wedding hall together.

This was originally a very warm and romantic photo, but unfortunately, the hideous tear between the two ruined it all.

There was a sense of sadness invisibly.