Dinner was ready at 7: 40 pm.
Tuan Tuan was half sprawled on the dining table like a greedy cat, pointing at everything, wanting to taste it …
Tuan Tuan was very happy. No matter what he pointed at, his mother would bring it to his mouth with chopsticks and even use a tissue to wipe his mouth. He only needed to raise his head and eat.
Thinking of his papa, who hadn't returned yet, Tuan Tuan only tasted a little. He was only half full, so he sat on the sofa with Lin Nuan and watched cartoons while waiting for his papa to return.
Lin Nuan was afraid that the dishes would get cold when Fu Huai 'an returned at 8 pm, so she put the dishes in bowls to keep them warm.
Ever since Lin Nuan knew Fu Huai 'an, he had always been a punctual person. He would be there at whatever time he said, so Lin Nuan was sure he would be home at 8 pm.
Tuan Tuan leaned in Lin Nuan's arms and stared at the Peppa Pig on the television screen, his eyelids starting to struggle.
In the end, Fu Huai 'an didn't return, but Tuan Tuan fell asleep in Lin Nuan's arms.
8: 20 pm. Even if he was stuck in a traffic jam, there should be at least a call, right?
Lin Nuan thought of the call and subconsciously looked in the direction of the kitchen.
Her phone was left in the kitchen. When she accompanied Tuan Tuan to do his kindergarten homework, Lin Nuan didn't want to disturb the child, so she turned down her ringtone. The living room was far away, so it was possible she didn't hear Fu Huai 'an's call or message.
She looked at Tuan Tuan, who was sleeping soundly on her lap. She didn't have the heart to wake him up, so she took off her sweater and covered Tuan Tuan with it. All she could see was Peppa Pig's pink figure …
It was 8: 20 pm. Even if he was late, he should be back by 8: 40 pm at the latest. Let's wait a little longer.
But the dishes would surely get cold, and they wouldn't taste as good after being cooked.
Lin Nuan leaned against the back of the comfortable sofa, listening to Peppa Pig's voice as she drifted off to sleep.
…
Fu Huai 'an was supposed to be able to rush back by eight o' clock, but he was already on the way when Fu Qingquan called him back to the Fu house.
It wasn't because of anything else. It was because Fu Tianci had participated in a talent show, and the show was being broadcasted today. Coincidentally, Fu Qingquan's chauffeur had seen it and told Fu Qingquan about it on the way back. Now, the Fu family was in an uproar.
The moment Fu Qingquan got home, he went to Fu Tianci's room. Seeing that Fu Tianci was hugging a guitar and doing a live broadcast for his fans on his phone, Fu Qingquan flew into a rage. He picked up the golf club at home, wanting to beat Fu Tianci to death.
Secretary Song shielded Fu Tianci and took a few strokes. Even his internal organs were hurting from the blows, which showed how ruthless Fu Qingquan was.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade Fu Qingquan, Secretary Song hurriedly called Fu Huai 'an, saying that if Fu Qingquan wanted to beat Fu Tianci to death, no one would be able to stop him. He asked Fu Huai' an to hurry over and save Fu Tianci.
Fu Huai 'an was on the way back to Tianfu Bay. He didn't want to go at first, but he heard Fu Tianci's cries and the pleading voice of Fu Tianci's mother through Secretary Song's phone call, and he couldn't bear to do it …
Ever since Old Madam Fu and Fu Qingquan had fallen out, Fu Tianci's mother had already moved into the Fu manor that Fu Qingquan had set up in the northern suburbs. Fu Huai 'an had only been to the new Fu manor twice.
After hanging up the call, Fu Huai 'an's assistant, Little Lu, glanced at the gloomy and exhausted Fu Huai' an sitting in the backseat through the rearview mirror. He asked, "Mr. Fu, are we going to the Fu manor or back to Tianfu Bay?"
Fu Huai 'an looked tiredly at the heavy traffic outside the car window. He saw Fu Tianci playing the guitar and humming softly with his eyes closed on the huge screen in the pedestrian plaza, and he felt as if something had struck his heart.
On the screen, Fu Tianci had shed his usual fearless and reckless image and was passionately singing songs about school and youth. He was so beautiful that he looked like a delicate-looking young man who had walked out of a comic.
The relationship between Fu Huai 'an and Fu Qingquan had become awkward because of Fu Tianci, but Fu Huai' an could sense that Fu Tianci was extraordinarily reliant on him.
At the thought of this, Fu Huai 'an pinched his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He got Little Lu to turn the car around and head to the Fu manor that Fu Qingquan had set up in the northern suburbs.
When they arrived at the Fu manor in the northern suburbs, the house was in a complete mess. Fu Tianci, who was being protected, also suffered several blows and was crying out in pain.
Secretary Song anxiously held onto his phone as he waited at the entrance of the manor. Hearing Fu Tianci's cries from inside, Secretary Song was extremely anxious.
Fu Tianci's mother had just been discharged from the hospital not long ago, and she had been hugging Fu Tianci and taking more than ten blows on his behalf. Her face was ghastly pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat.
It took Fu Huai 'an half an hour to get to the northern suburbs from the highway.
In this half an hour, Fu Qingquan had chased Fu Tianci from the fourth floor, where Fu Tianci's private gym was located, all the way to the first floor. Many antique vases, ornaments, and famous paintings had all been damaged.
The servants, including Secretary Song, were all chased out by Fu Qingquan. The house was in a mess, and everything that could be smashed had been smashed by Fu Qingquan …
Even a few of the expensive golf clubs in Fu Qingquan's hands were bent!
The servants were all squeezed around the French windows, hiding there and secretly peeking in. They were discussing in hushed voices whether Fu Qingquan would really be able to harden his heart and beat Fu Tianci to death this time.
Secretary Song no longer had the energy to chase away the servants who were watching the commotion. He could only hope that Fu Huai 'an would quickly come to the rescue.
Seeing that Fu Huai 'an's car had entered the manor, Secretary Song hurriedly came down from the stairs to personally open the door for Fu Huai' an …
Secretary Song had wanted to hold back the anxiety in his heart, but he couldn't fake his usual calm demeanor today. The moment he opened the car door, he placed one hand on the roof of the car, bowed, and said, "President Fu, please hurry up! Any later and Young Master will lose his life! "
"Stop hitting Qingquan, Tianci can't even scream anymore! Are you really going to beat this child to death? He's your only child now! "
Fu Tianci's mother was crying hysterically.
Fu Huai 'an pushed open the door on the other side and slowly got out of the car. He buttoned up the button on his suit and casually closed the car door. He exuded an imposing aura, and his ink-black eyes were deep like obsidian.
Hearing Fu Tianci's mother's cries, Fu Huai 'an subconsciously frowned. "Why is it so serious?"
Before Secretary Song could reply, he heard Fu Qingquan's exasperated voice …
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