“Thanks to Qingqing, things are going well.”
Fu Sijin sat next door to his father, looking sideways at the Qingqing in his arms, with a gentle expression: “I have finalized the investment details with Director Gao, and the contract can be officially signed the day after tomorrow.”
“Well, I don’t know anything about the entertainment industry. You have to take care of your career.”
Fu Heng’s group does not have companies involved in the entertainment industry. There are many real estate and physical industries. He is not the kind of person who likes to play, so he admits that he doesn’t know another circle.
This has always been the case. Fu Heng respects every choice made by his children and will not interfere more as long as he does not violate the principle.
Of course, the premise is that the children themselves can afford the consequences of every choice they make.
Just like Fu Sijin is willing to open an entertainment company, Fu Sishen opens an animation studio.
In fact, these are all areas that Fu Heng does not understand. He has no preference for them, but he can choose to respect them because of his son.
Unlike his wife…
Qingqing moved slightly, burying her head deeper into Fu Heng’s arms.
Fu Heng patted her a few more times before continuing to think.
Unlike his wife, she always wants to pull her children to the ‘right path’ she thinks.
“Dad.” Fu Sijin said suddenly.
“What?” Fu Heng raised his eyes slightly.
“Before I thought you gave me and my brother the absolute freedom because of trusting us, but today I suddenly have another idea.”
I seem to feel that I have conflicting ideas
It was too much, and Fu Sijin suddenly couldn’t speak.
“We are father and son, don’t hesitate to say what you think.”
Fu Heng decided to listen carefully to his son’s voice.
“Dad, don’t you think that your ‘laissez-faire freedom’ to us, and the fact that you don’t care about our mother, is actually a kind of irresponsibility to the family?”
“You seem to give us freedom, but you remove yourself from the family and wander around the house like a passer-by. Sometimes I wonder if our house… is just a temporary resting place for you. Like a hotel?”
His son’s non-stern questioning seemed to echo in his ears.
Fu Heng, who had returned home, sat silently beside the bed, the room was dim, and the cold moonlight poured on the ground through the window screens, stretching his lonely shadow infinitely.
“I want to pee…uncle…”
Qing Qing on the small bed kicked her feet and frowned uncomfortably.
Hearing the sound, Fu Heng immediately got up and hugged her to the bathroom, but unfortunately he was a step slower, making Qing Qing wet all over.
“Woo…” Qingqing’s mouth was squashed and wanted to cry. She felt so embarrassed.
She also blamed herself for drinking too much water outside today, and not going to the toilet when she came back at night, so that she almost wets the bed now and is embarrassed.
“Don’t cry, just wash it if it’s dirty.”
Fu Heng comforted Qingqing softly while helping her take a bath.
Because he didn’t anticipate it in advance, he didn’t take Qingqing’s change of clothes to come in either, so he could only wrap her with a towel and put it on the bed, turn on the light and opened the closet by himself, to find Qingqing a new set of pajamas to wear.
Qingqing’s clothes are placed in their husband and wife’s large wardrobe, and there is a cloakroom next door, but for convenience, they still keep a few commonly worn items in the wardrobe.
Pieces of small clothes are neatly hung in the middle of the closet and can be seen at a glance.
Fu Heng didn’t bother to look for it, just pulled out a set of Qingqing pajamas from the inside.
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Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 43.2