ST3YC Chapter 89.1

Qing Qing Returns To Her In-Law’s House

 

In Fu Chengde’s impression, his son, who inherited his bad temper, never knew what an apology was, so he was so surprised to suddenly hear his apology today.

 

Fu Heng seemed uncomfortable as well. He had been taking care of Qingqing for a long time, so he had become accustomed to saying these words that were difficult for him to say before.

 

After all, Qingqing is a very serious child. If you do something wrong or make her angry, the little one will never forgive you unless you apologize to her properly.

 

“It’s…it’s getting late. Let’s go downstairs and eat first. Don’t ‘t let the child get hungry.”

 

Not only Fu Heng felt uncomfortable, but Fu Chengde also felt very awkward.

 

He seemed to have forgotten his initial complaints, and he stood up tremblingly and walked out.

 

When his father passed by, Fu Heng silently reached out to hold one of his arms.

 

Fu Chengde subconsciously tried to pull his hand away, but before he could move, his other hand was held by a pair of soft little hands.

 

“Grandpa, Qingqing will help you.” Facing Fu Chengde’s downcast gaze, Qingqing grinned. Her little appearance was so adorable that people couldn’t refuse her.

 

“Be good.” Carefully holding the child’s hand, Fu Chengde did not dare to refuse this time, for fear of hurting the child’s feelings.

 

Qingqing and Fu Heng on the left and the other on the right, helping Fu Chengde down.

 

The old man walked unsteadily and had to take a breath after every few steps, but he still insisted on keeping his back straight and refused to bend even a little.

 

Fu Chengde couldn’t go down the stairs, so he could only sit in a wheelchair and use the wheelchair elevator to go downstairs. Even so, Fu Heng did not let go of his father’s hand the whole time.

 

He expressed his regret without words, but made up for it with actions.

 

The family moved to the first floor to have breakfast. The chef had already prepared a large table of sumptuous breakfast with a variety of dishes to satisfy everyone’s taste.

 

Fu Chengde sat in the main seat, and Fu Heng naturally took Qingqing to sit below him, and the others also took their seats.

 

The Fu family didn’t have any rules about not talking while eating, but when they were eating, everyone tacitly chose to eat quietly and pretend that they were a piece of air.

 

In such a silent moment, the child’s voice suddenly become particularly obvious.

 

“Qingqing wants to eat steamed buns.” Qingqing refused Fu Heng’s white porridge and asked for the barbecued pork buns on the other side.

 

Fu Sijin, who was closest to the barbecued pork bun, immediately took the bun and placed it in front of Qingqing. Fu Heng casually stuffed the spoonful of porridge into his own mouth, then picked up the bun and broke it into smaller pieces to feed Qingqing.

 

Fu Chengde opened his old eyes wide in shock.

 

What did he see?

 

His son, who is cold, strong and has a mild obsession with mysophobia, actually ate other people’s leftovers, and he still fed the child without complaint!

 

Has the sun risen in the west?

 

The old man subconsciously leaned forward, trying to see whether the sun outside the house was in the northeast or the west.

 

Maybe his movements were too exaggerated and attracted Fu Heng’s attention.

 

Fu Heng picked up the chopsticks and picked up a corn for his father: “Your blood sugar is too high, it’s not suitable for you to eat noodles and rice porridge, eat this.”

 

“I eat whatever I like. It’s none of your business.” Fu Chengde intended to take the corn out, but Qingqing saw it with her sharp eyes and said, “Grandpa can’t be picky about food.”

 

The little fellow howled so loudly that she not only attracted the attention of all the Fu family members, but even the servants and caregivers came to watch the fun.

 

Fu Chengde froze in his tracks: “…”

 

This little guy is here specifically to defeat him!

 

The nurse was a little worried, fearing that this bad-tempered old man would get angry.

 

Fu Chengde looked gloomy and raised the hand holding the chopsticks…

 

He took the corn back and ate it in silence.

 

With a hint of smile in his eyes, Fu Heng picked up a boiled egg and some fresh fruit for Fu Chengde.

 

These were things that the old man didn’t like to eat very much. He wanted to refuse, but under the rare care of his son and Qingqing’s urgent supervision, he had to hold his nose and eat everything.

 

Humph, he was just worried that the child would cry, he was definitely not afraid of his son.

 

The meal was awkward yet a bit heartwarming. Not to mention the protagonists Fu Heng and Fu Chengde, even the Fu brothers beside them felt a bit embarrassed.

 

Fortunately, no matter how embarrassing it is, it will end eventually.

 

Fu Heng’s action of putting down his bowl and chopsticks was like a signal. Seeing that he was full, everyone else immediately put down their chopsticks in unison, and there seemed to be a faint sound of someone heaving a sigh of relief.

 

Fu Heng picked up the napkin and wiped Qingqing’s mouth. After wiping, he looked up at his father: “Where’s my mother?”

 

The reason why he didn’t ask just now was because he had anticipated that his mother’s condition might not be very good. Fu Heng didn’t want to destroy the family atmosphere right away. Besides, as long as he was at home, he would know his mother’s condition sooner or later, so he waited until now to ask.

 

“Your mother…your mother…is sleeping. Yes, she is sleeping.” Fu Chengde lowered his head, avoiding his son’s inquiring gaze.

 

“I’ll go see her.” Fu Heng stood up and rushed upstairs without giving Fu Chengde and others time to react.

 

Unable to stop him, Fu Chengde quickly urged the nurse to push him upstairs.

 

A group of people hurriedly chased to the door of the old lady of the Fu family, and seeing the wide open door, everyone stopped.

 

They didn’t dare to go forward. Their reason was sounding the alarm. If they went forward to disturb them now, the consequences would be absolutely disastrous.