Fu Qinglun turned around and Grandma walked in.
Grandma had been in charge of Castle Guding for decades and was now a hale and hearty old lady. She had a head of white hair but her face was filled with kindness and love. Grandma was very likable.
Fu Qinglun walked in front and stretched out his hand to help Grandma up. "Grandma, why are you here?"
Grandma sat on the sofa and held Fu Qinglun's hand affectionately. She couldn't get enough of this grandson of hers.
"Grandson, why did you take so long to answer a phone call? Do you not like those ladies downstairs?"
The 30-year-old Young Master of Castle Guding was still unmarried and many ladies were waiting for him. Grandma had organized a party and all sorts of ladies had come, but her grandson wasn't interested at all.
He had agreed to answer a phone call, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Fu Qinglun knelt down on one knee beside Grandma and held her hand. His dark red lips curved into a smile and he said in a low voice, "Grandma, I don't like them."
Grandma promptly nodded, carefully observing Fu Qinglun's expression as she nodded. "That's right, I also don't think they are suitable for my grandson. It's alright, there are many good ladies out there. Grandma will pick another one for you."
"Grandma …"
Afraid that he would reject her, Grandma promptly revealed an aggrieved expression. "Grandson, it's not that Grandma is urging you to get married, but you're not young anymore. Look at you, you don't even have a woman by your side. This isn't normal."
Grandma was on the verge of tears. "I don't have many days left to live. I only hope that I can see my great-grandson when I'm buried. Grandson, can't you even fulfill this wish of mine?" Grandma was about to cry.
"…"
Faced with such a dramatic Grandma, Fu Qinglun was speechless.
Seeing that the man's attitude had softened, Grandma held Fu Qinglun's hand and walked out the door. "Let's go downstairs. They gave birth to a lady and had their doorstep trampled. I do have a grandson at home and those ladies are all worried sick!"
"…"
…
There was a party being held in the huge castle. Many socialites had sent in invitations and made reservations. There were still many who didn't even have the chance to enter.
Grandma dismissed the party, but those ladies were still sneaking glances at Fu Qinglun. That man was really handsome.
Fu Qinglun's handsome and refined face was impassive. There was a hint of laziness in his elegance. At this moment, a kitten meowed. Meow.
Fu Qinglun looked down. A white and chubby cat had come to his feet and was rubbing against him gently.
"Where did this cat come from?" At this moment, the castle's butler noticed. "Someone, send this cat out. Don't let it dirty the young master's shoes."
Fu Qinglun lifted his eyes and looked at the butler. "There's no need for that."
Meow.
The little cat looked at Fu Qinglun and meowed again.
Fu Qinglun stuck one hand into his trouser pocket and lowered his eyes to look at the cat by his feet. It was a pet cat because it was wearing pink lace clothes and there was even a pink bow on its head. It should have been worn by its owner.
Cute and a little funny.
Fu Qinglun curved his thin lips nonchalantly, thinking that this cat's owner was really young and girly.
"Where's your master?"
Aim.
The kitten meowed.
Fu Qinglun's expression softened a little. "You got lost?"
Aim.
The little cat meowed again.
At this moment, he heard a soft and sweet voice. "Uncle, that's my Huahua."
Hearing this voice, Fu Qinglun quickly turned around. There was a little girl standing outside the castle.
The little girl was about two or three years old and was very delicate. She wore a pink princess dress and a pair of crystal shoes. One look and it was obvious that she was a family with this cat.
The little girl's face was pink and her big eyes were like black grapes. She looked at him childishly. "Uncle, can you carry Huahua to me?"
The little girl stood outside the door, unable to enter.
Fu Qinglun looked at the little girl, then looked at the cat by his feet. "This one?"
"Mm." The little girl nodded.
Fu Qinglun bent his tall body, wanting to carry the cat.
Aim.
Huahua meowed and ran straight into the castle.
"Huahua! My Huahua! " This time, the little girl outside the door was anxious, her grape-like eyes quickly accumulating a layer of mist.
Her pink lips pouted and a string of crystal-clear tears fell down.
She clenched her fists, rubbing her eyes as she cried, "My Huahua, don't go … sob sob …"
Huahua was her best friend, but now Huahua didn't want her anymore.
The little girl was crying softly. Fu Qinglun suddenly felt his heart ache when he heard it. He stretched his long legs and walked over.
The butler opened the door and he walked in front of the little girl. The little girl was only up to his calf, she was a little bit big.
He stretched his large arms out and carried the little girl. He had never come into contact with such a small girl in his life, so he didn't have much experience.
The little girl was so light, as if she didn't have any bones. She was soft and fragrant, he was afraid that he would drop her.
Stretching out his rough thumb, he wiped the tears on the little girl's face. He was a little flustered. "Don't cry … Huahua is a guest at Uncle's house. Uncle has already sent someone to carry it?"
The little girl looked at Fu Qinglun, her pink lips quivering. "Really?"
"Mm." Fu Qinglun nodded, then asked, "Where are your parents?"
She was such a small girl, what if she got lost?
"My Mama is working here, I don't have a Papa."
When she said 'I don't have a Papa', the little girl's crystalline tears rolled down her cheeks again. Other little friends had a Papa, she was the only one who didn't.
She really wanted a Papa.
Fu Qinglun felt his heart ache. This feeling was a little strange, after all, this was a child he didn't know.
Perhaps, he was thinking of the child he used to have.
He had a child too, he was going to be a Papa, but that child was gone.
If that child was still around, he would be a little older than this little girl.
Now that he was carrying this little girl, his heart was unbelievably soft.
"Little Lemon! Little Lemon! "At this moment, an anxious voice rang out.
"My Auntie is here," the little girl said.
Fu Qinglun looked up, only to see a Filipino maid running over. "Little Lemon, why did you come here? You scared me to death."
The Filipino maid reached out and carried Little Lemon over. "Sir, thank you."
Fu Qinglun moved his thin lips. "It's okay."
At this moment, the butler also carried Huahua out, and Huahua returned to the little girl's arms.
"Little Lemon, let's go back quickly. Your Mama is looking for you, she's so anxious." The Filipino maid carried Little Lemon and left.
Little Lemon looked at Fu Qinglun over the Filipino maid's shoulder and waved. "Goodbye, Uncle."
Fu Qinglun stuck one hand into his trouser pocket and looked at her.
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