ST3YC Chapter 88.6

Butler Zhong, who happened to be unaware of Qingqing’s existence, could only guess blindly, completely unaware that he had inadvertently matched the false information released by Fu Heng.

 

Maybe when he hears the false news in the future, he will be more certain of his guess and believe it without a doubt.

 

After all, people only believe the ‘facts’ they want to believe .

 

“Sir…Sir, the old man hasn’t gotten up yet. I’ve asked someone to wake him up. Would you like to wait downstairs?”

 

Seeing Fu Heng was about to go upstairs, Steward Zhong, who had just been distracted, was immediately frightened back to his senses. He quickly rushed forward and blocked Fu Heng and the others.

 

The old gentleman had given an order that no one in the family was allowed to reveal the old couple’s illness to the gentleman and the two young masters.

 

“Uncle Zhong?” Fu Heng paused, his eyes filled with doubt: “I just want to go upstairs to see my parents.”

 

It was just a visit to an old man, why did Butler Zhong react so strongly?

 

Fu Heng, who originally didn’t think anything was wrong, began to doubt: “Where are my parents?”

 

His tone was slightly cold.

 

At this time of day, his mother would have gotten up to water the flowers in the garden, while his father might be watching the morning news or just coming back from a walk to eat breakfast.

 

But now there is no one here, which is obviously very abnormal.

 

Once suspicion arises, everything will involuntarily be associated with the worst: “Uncle Zhong, get out of the way.”

 

Fu Heng rushed in directly.

 

The housekeeper was old and couldn’t stop him from doing this, especially since Fu Heng was followed by his “left and right guards”. With the interference of the Fu brothers, he couldn’t stop him even if he wanted to.

 

Even though the other servants saw this scene, they did not dare to come forward to stop it.

 

After all, they are just salaried employees, not the owners of the house, and have no right to stop the owner’s actions.

 

Fu’s parents live on the second floor of the old house. The old house has five floors in total and covers a large area.

 

However, the old man doesn’t like living too high, and the first floor is an open area, so he chose the second floor.

 

There is no elevator here, you can only climb the stairs to go up and down.

 

When Fu Heng went upstairs, he found a wheelchair stair climbing machine on the stairs. It was obvious what this machine was used for.

 

His face darkened and he immediately quickened his pace, rushing up to the second floor in a few steps. Qingqing couldn’t catch up with him and was directly picked up and held tightly in a broad embrace.

 

Compared to the quietness of the first floor, the second floor is much more lively.

 

The door of one of the rooms was wide open, and several people dressed as caregivers were standing outside the door. From inside the door came an old man’s powerful shout.

 

“Hurry, hurry, pick all these things for me, and bring me some bright clothes… That little brat, he didn’t even tell me before he came, so I had to get up early like my old bones were on fire. It’s been a long time since I got up early…”

 

He was originally urging others to move faster, but later he began to vent his anger on Fu Heng.

 

It was as if the person who called last night and cried and made a fuss to urge people to go home was not him.

 

He can still curse like that and he looks very energetic, so he must be fine.

 

Fu Heng shook his head helplessly, put Qingqing on the ground, and took her hand and walked to his father’s door.

 

The moment he saw the scene inside the room clearly, the smile that had just appeared on his face froze on his handsome face, his pupils shrank slightly, and Fu Heng froze in place.

 

The whole audience was silent.

 

Fu Chengde, who obviously had not expected his son’s sudden appearance, froze in his attempts to get dressed.

 

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on his half-put on clothes, and then asked awkwardly with an old face: “You…you saw everything?”

 

“Yeah.” Fu Heng responded in a low voice, staring at his father solemnly: “Should you explain it to me?”

 

“Explain…explain what? I have nothing to say to you, an unfilial son who has been away from home all year round.” Fu Chengde stiffened his neck and looked around.

 

“What’s going on in your ward? What happened to you and mother? Why didn’t anyone inform me when you were so seriously ill?”

 

Fu Heng’s three questions in succession overwhelmed Fu Chengde.

 

But the old fox is not a pushover. If his son can question him, he can also question back.

 

“What notification? If you had known to go home on your own initiative, wouldn’t you have known everything?”

 

He didn’t mean to blame the child for not visiting him and his wife, but the very words he said actually conveyed this attitude.

 

Fu Heng fell silent immediately, and the atmosphere at the scene fell into a stalemate again: “…”

 

Several caregivers dared not make a sound, for fear of being dragged into this battle between father and son.

 

After persisting for a while, Fu Chengde began to regret that his attitude was so tough.

 

After all, it is rare for the child to come back, so he shouldn’t force the person away.

 

He awkwardly tried to ease the atmosphere: “Actually, Dad didn’t mean that. I also know you are busy with work…”

 

“I’m sorry.” Everything was blocked by a sudden apology.

 

“What did you say?” Fu Chengde looked surprised.