ST3YC Chapter 88.5

“Uncle, where are we going?”

 

Qingqing sat in the baby seat, swinging her chubby legs, and asked Fu Heng curiously.

 

“Let’s go to grandma’s house.”

 

Fu Sishen replied the fastest.

 

“Grandma?” Qingqing tilted her head, frowned and said seriously, “Xiao Shen, don’t talk nonsense. “Grandma has gone to heaven.”

 

She thought Fu Sishen was talking about Madam Gu.

 

With the housekeeper who was loyal to Madam Gu around, it was impossible for Qingqing to have no impression of Madam Gu at all.

 

In her impression, she was a kind and gentle old lady. For her and her brother , her grandmother did her best to leave everything in Gu’s company to them, so they should respect her and not make jokes about the dead old lady.

 

“I don’t mean grandma.”

 

Fu Sishen explained, then realized that he couldn’t explain the relationship to a four-year-old child, so he could only change his perspective and say, “I’m not talking about Qingqing’s ‘grandma’, ‘grandma’, I ‘m talking about my father’s mother, Qingqing should also call her mother.”

 

“Uncle’s mother?” This time Qingqing understood, but she was confused again: “No, Qingqing can’t call uncle’s mother mother, that’s wrong.”

 

According to normal thinking, this would indeed mess up the generations, but their situation was special, and even Fu Heng didn’t know how to explain the confusing relationship to Qingqing.

 

In fact, over time.

 

Although Qingqing has not grown physically, her knowledge is gradually increasing.

 

Qinqqing now have the correct sense of address and generation. In fact, she had wondered more than once why she was so small, but had two sons of such big sizes, and a younger brother who was also very big.

 

No matter how she thinks, it’s not logical.

 

But under the influence of her family’s habit of doing things, she felt that this was actually the right thing to do.

 

The two different cognitions conflicted and collided in Qingqing’s mind, and finally formed a consciousness that even Qingqing was unaware of.

 

Her son is still her son, her brother is still her brother, and the other people are still people close to her, but all other outsiders are normal.

 

Obviously, for the elders of the Fu family who heard about it for the first time, Qingqing excluded them from the special cases.

 

So she could no longer be as silly as before and just believe whatever the adults said. She clearly called Fu Heng uncle, so Fu Heng’s mother should be her grandmother’s generation, not her mother’s generation.

 

After being retorted by Qingqing with solid reasons, Fu Sishen obviously didn’t know what to say.

 

He realized that he might have stepped on a landmine, so he immediately turned off the microphone and pretended nothing had happened.

 

Qingqing, who didn’t get an answer, was still unyielding: “Where are we going?”

 

“Go to my parents’ house.” Fu Heng rubbed and rubbed Qing Qing’s little head, warmly.

 

“Uncle’s parents, should Qingqing call them grandpa and grandma?” Qingqing asked in a milky voice.

 

“Yeah.” Fu Heng responded, stopping his two sons from saying anything else.

 

“Dad.” Fu Sijin was puzzled: “You brought Qingqing with you this time, which means that grandpa already knows about her existence. Maybe…”

 

Maybe Grandpa already knew that Xiao Qingqing was Gu Qingqing, so their concealment was meaningless.

 

“Your grandfather is smart enough.”

 

Fu Heng only said this, then lay down on the chair with his eyes closed, obviously not wanting to say anything more.

 

But the Fu brothers had already heard the hidden meaning of their father’s words.

 

Even if a smart person knows some secrets, he will not reveal them rashly.

 

It’s not that he’s afraid of something, but there’s no need to.

 

Especially when both parties are father and son and their relationship is not very close.

 

Fu Heng and his companions left home at around seven in the morning, and arrived at the Fu family’s old house at exactly eight o’clock, which was breakfast time.

 

Qingqing drank a bottle of milk when she got up in the morning. Although she is not hungry now, she can still eat another big meat bun.

 

If there are big meat buns.

 

The servants of the old house obviously did not expect that the younger generations of the master’s family would suddenly come back together, and they were in a panic for a while.

 

Fortunately, under the leadership of the housekeeper, everyone calmed down quickly.

 

The servant in charge of kitchen chores immediately ran over to inform the chef to prepare a few more breakfasts, and also reminded that there was a child about three or four years old, so some nutritious food that children liked was added to the breakfast menu.

 

The smarter ones had already run upstairs to inform Fu Chengde, while the housekeeper came forward with the rest of the people.

 

“How come the young master came back so suddenly without even saying hello? There’s nothing prepared at home…”

 

“It’s okay, Uncle Zhong.” Fu Heng stopped Butler Zhong from talking and walked straight into the house: “I just brought the children back to see my parents, there’s no need to make such a big fuss.”

 

He was still holding little Qingqing in his hand. Qingqing raised her little head curiously and looked around. She accidentally met the gaze of Butler Zhong and immediately raised her little face and smiled at him obediently.

 

Butler Zhong’s heart skipped a beat and he immediately lowered his head to avoid Qingqing’s gaze.

 

This child…how come she looks exactly like the lady?

 

In addition to being in charge of all matters of the Fu family’s old house, he also works part-time as Fu Chengde’s secretary.

 

So he knew some rather confidential things, including that the young master and his wife had not had any more children since they gave birth to two little masters.

 

So this little girl definitely cannot be the child of the young master and the lady.

 

But she looks almost exactly like the lady. Maybe she is a child of the Gu family with a closer blood relationship?