ST3YC Chapter 88.3

Bai Qiyu took Nian Gao and left, leaving the house in a mess and Qingqing who was exhausted from playing, and Gu Lan, Fu Heng and others.

 

“I smell like alcohol. I’m going to take a shower first.”

 

Gu Lan went back to the room first, and Fu Heng followed closely behind, but he had to help Qingqing clean up first.

 

The exhausted little fellow hung cleanly on Fu Heng, like a human-shaped pendant.

 

Her eyes were half closed, struggling between sleep and wakefulness. After a while, Qingqing finally fell asleep, unable to resist Zhou Gong’s call.

 

At that time, Fu Heng had just finished giving her a bath and was holding the little one in her nightgown, preparing to tuck her into bed.

 

Maybe Fu Heng accidentally moved too loudly and woke Qingqing up.

 

She opened her eyes with a start, and saw Fu Heng covering her with a quilt. She wanted to close them again in a daze.

 

“What wish did Qingqing make?” Fu Heng had no curiosity about this at first, but suddenly he wanted to ask.

 

He wondered if he is included in the little girl’s wish?

 

“Qingqing… Qingqing wants everyone to be happy.”

 

Qingqing was so sleepy that she forgot that she couldn’t speak out her wishes. She asked stupidly, “Uncle, how can you feel happy?”

 

“Happiness?” Fu Heng was slightly stunned, then he thought seriously and said, “I don’t know about other people, but my happiness has always been in your hands.”

 

Only if Qingqing is willing to give him happiness will he have the means to obtain happiness.

 

While he was thinking, a number that looked very familiar suddenly called.

 

Fu Heng’s eyebrows tightened, as if he saw something extremely difficult, he picked up the phone and said solemnly, “I am Fu Heng.”

 

“Stinky boy, how long has it been since you and Qing came to see me?”

 

An old voice came from the other end of the phone.

 

Although the owner of the voice was old, the majestic aura of his long-term high position could not be changed in any way. Even Fu Heng, who was on the other side of the phone and heard the voice, seemed to be shocked.

 

Of course, this is impossible.

 

Fu Heng calmly moved his phone away, and waited for the old man opposite to end his anger before slowly taking the phone back: “We have something to do, so we don’t have time to go over there.”

 

“No time, I see you’re at home taking care of the kids all day long, isn’t that quite free?”

 

As soon as these words were uttered, a hornet’s nest was stirred up. The old man opposite immediately jumped up and down and started cursing, mixed with the worried voice of consolation from the caregiver.

 

Fu Heng sighed helplessly, but still patiently coaxed him: “Take care of yourself. Don’t be angry all the time at your age…”

 

“You ask me not to be angry? Who is it that makes me angry every day?” The old man felt so aggrieved. He raised a son so big, but he hardly saw him all year round. What’s the use of him?

 

It turned out that the person on the other end of the phone was the former head of the Fu Group and Fu Heng’s biological father – Fu Chengde.

 

No one could have imagined that the once-powerful figure in the business world has now become a naughty old man.

 

He also felt aggrieved because his son and daughter-in-law hadn’t visited him for a long time.

 

Fu Heng is a typical person who won’t give in to any persuasion.

 

But he always maintained his unique tenderness towards his family, even towards his father who had been majestic and strong for most of his life.

 

If his father gave him a strong order, he could fight back calmly, but once he took the initiative to show weakness, Fu Heng didn’t know how to refuse.

 

Who is Fu Chengde? He is a fox that has become a spirit. He can always find the weakness of a person.

 

After several attempts, the old man who successfully understood his son’s weakness began to become more and more childish.

 

No matter what method he used, he had a way to make Fu Heng compromise.

 

This time was no exception. Under Fu Chengde’s “grievance”, Fu Heng, who was inferior in skills, was finally defeated and agreed to bring the whole family to visit the elder this weekend.

 

This will save the elderly from crying and making a fuss, saying that giving birth to a son is worse than giving birth to a piece of barbecued pork, and even causing the daughter-in-law, who used to be like a caring little cotton-padded jacket, to become unfilial.

 

“Dad.” Hearing his father’s casual complaint, Fu Heng immediately became serious: “Qingqing didn’t mean to not visit you. She also has her own difficulties. I hope you won’t say such things next time.”

 

“What did I say? I was just saying it casually. I didn’t really take it that way.” Fu Chengde muttered to himself, but in the end he didn’t say anything directly about Qingqing’s faults.

 

In fact, he and his wife were very satisfied with Gu Qingqing as their daughter-in-law. Not only did she come from a good family, she was also very outstanding and had given birth to two grandchildren for their Fu family.

 

Most importantly, she loved their only son.

 

Fu Chengte naturally knew what kind of person his son was.

 

He is too arrogant and too cold. This kind of arrogance is not just on the surface, but hidden deep in his heart.

 

If one had to find an adjective to describe their son, Fu Chengde could only come up with two words: wandering soul.

 

Fu Heng seemed to be integrated into them, or perhaps into the current family, but in essence he was just a wandering soul occupying a certain status.

 

He does not consider himself a member of the family. To him, family is like a hotel. He comes back to sleep at a certain time and leaves as soon as the sun rises.