Mr Fu, I Really Love You

“Later, when Yuan Yuan grows up, she can eat two bowls of egg tarts like Brother! We’ve already had lunch. Now, Papa and Mama will make us biscuits and egg tarts. Yuan Yuan can eat two egg tarts later, okay?”

The moment he spoke to Yuan Yuan, Tuan Tuan’s tongue slipped.

Yuan Yuan looked serious, thinking for a while. She nodded and said the word “okay” that she had just learned.

Lin Nuan was tickled by the two kids. “Can the two of them really understand each other?”

Fu Huai’an smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Fu Huai’an’s phone rang at the corner of the counter.

Fu Huai’an took a look and drew a tissue to wipe his hands before putting it to his ear. “What happened, Little Lu?”

Fu Huai’an hadn’t been going to the company for the past few days. Little Lu would settle the company’s matters, then brought them to the Fu residence at night for Fu Huai’an to deal with.

The meeting was also held in the form of a video conference.

“Sir, a lawyer who claims to be Mr. Jiang of Jincheng contacted me and asked me to tell you that your biological father, Mr. Jiang Chengyuan, has passed away. He left all his inheritance for Young Master Tuan Tuan. As his guardian, you need to go through the procedures.”

Hearing this news, Fu Huai’an was slightly stunned.

Although Fu Huai’an didn’t have much feelings for Jiang Chengyuan, when he suddenly heard that he had passed away, he couldn’t help but feel a little emotional…

This was probably the wonder of blood relations.

“Sir…” Little Lu didn’t hear Fu Huai’an’s reply. He had wanted to offer his condolences, but he felt that Fu Huai’an was estranged from his biological father for so many years. In the past, Old Madam Fu had also mentioned about Fu Huai’an’s mother’s death, blaming Jiang Chengyuan for it. So, he didn’t say any words of consolation to Fu Huai’an. He only said, “Why don’t I go to Jincheng to settle this matter?”

Fu Huai’an lowered his gaze and replied in a low voice, “I’ll handle this matter myself. You can focus on your work.”

“Okay, Sir.”

After he hung up the call, Lin Nuan, who was using a mold to press down on a biscuit, turned around and asked, “What’s the matter? Did something happen?”

Fu Huai’an smiled at Lin Nuan, his vision sweeping over the two kids who were still conversing seriously with each other. He smiled and said, “Small matter…”

Fu Huai’an washed his hands again and returned to knead the dough.

Lin Nuan knew something was going on with her husband, but she didn’t ask further in front of the two kids.

When Fu Huai’an was young, it wasn’t that he hadn’t had expectations for his father’s love, but after so many disappointments, Fu Huai’an had stopped looking forward to it.

Perhaps because of his childhood experiences, he had been working hard to be a good father to Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan. At least, his two children would know that their father… loved them deeply.

When Fu Huai’an gazed at them, the two kids happened to look at Fu Huai’an too.

The children’s eyes were pure and clean, without any impurities. They had the power to heal.

Fu Huai’an smiled and asked Tuan Tuan, “Tuan Tuan, do you want to try molding the biscuit?”

“Can I?” Tuan Tuan stood up in surprise.

Lin Nuan smiled. “Of course, Mama will teach you from the side!”

Fu Huai’an washed his hands and carried his daughter in his arms. Tuan Tuan stood by the side of the counter on a small stool, imitating Lin Nuan and using the mold to press down on the dough. When the mold was removed, the dough was shaped like a biscuit.

Tuan Tuan smiled happily and raised his head to ask Yuan Yuan, who was in Fu Huai’an’s arms, “Yuan Yuan… what kind of biscuit do you want to eat? Brother will make it for you!”

Yuan Yuan stared at the biscuit mold and reached out her fair and chubby little hand as if she was grabbing something in the air.

“This?” Tuan Tuan picked up a mold and asked.

Yuan Yuan was still doing the grabbing action. Tuan Tuan picked up the little bear’s mold again. “This?”

Yuan Yuan snatched the mold and put it into her mouth. Lin Nuan quickly snatched the mold away and flicked Yuan Yuan’s forehead with a smile. “You’re really a little glutton. This isn’t a biscuit. Eat it only when it’s done baking, okay?”

Seeing her mother, Yuan Yuan extended her little arms towards her mother again. “Hug… Hug… Hug…”

Without a choice, Lin Nuan could only hug Yuan Yuan and watch as Fu Huai’an and Tuan Tuan made biscuits together.

That day, Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan were having fun. Before the biscuits were ready, the two kids had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Lin Nuan and Fu Huai’an placed the children upstairs. After coming out of the nursery, Lin Nuan asked Fu Huai’an if something had happened, referring to the call he received in the kitchen today.

Lin Nuan held onto Fu Huai’an’s arm and looked up at him.

Fu Huai’an smiled and raised his hand to grab the back of Lin Nuan’s head. He planted a kiss on her forehead, then pulled his perceptive little wife into his arms. He said, “There was a message from Jincheng, informing that Jiang Chengyuan has passed away.”

Lin Nuan paused…

Jiang Chengyuan, Fu Huai’an’s biological father.

Lin Nuan didn’t say anything. She wrapped her arms around Fu Huai’an’s waist, gently caressing his firm and broad back.

Fu Huai’an laughed softly. “I’m fine…”

Lin Nuan hugged Fu Huai’an even harder. “Then… are we going to Jincheng?”

“You and the children aren’t going. I’ll go…” Fu Huai’an said.

Lin Nuan looked up at Fu Huai’an, her gaze filled with worry. But that was Fu Huai’an’s biological father. How could Lin Nuan stop him?

“I’ll go back right away!” Fu Huai’an tucked Lin Nuan’s stray hair behind her ear and said softly, “Take good care of the kids.”

Lin Nuan nodded, placing her petite hand on the back of Fu Huai’an’s large hand. She turned her head and gently kissed his palm, asking, “When are you leaving?”

“I’ll go there for the funeral.”

…

That night, Fu Huai’an had insomnia.

He hugged the sleeping Lin Nuan in his arms and turned to look out the window…

Fu Huai’an couldn’t really remember any memories with Jiang Chengyuan. The more he thought about it, the blurrier it became.

Those memories seemed to have disappeared from Fu Huai’an’s mind with Jiang Chengyuan’s departure.

Early the next morning, the two children were still asleep. Lin Nuan sent Fu Huai’an to the door and helped him tidy up his shirt collar, repeatedly reminding him to be careful.

Fu Huai’an smiled and nodded. He lowered his head and kissed Lin Nuan’s lips and her forehead, hugging her in his arms. “I’ll be home before dinner.”

“What do you want to eat?” Lin Nuan raised her head from Fu Huai’an’s arms and asked with a smile, “I’ll prepare it tonight. Tuan Tuan will help me.”

“I like whatever you make!” Fu Huai’an wasn’t lying.

Lin Nuan smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

Early in the morning, when Fu Huai’an arrived at Jincheng, it was already past ten.

Because Jiang Ming’an was Xie Jingqiu’s best friend, Xie Jingqiu and Su Nian, who never liked to appear in public, also came for Jiang Chengyuan’s funeral.

Tang Xi, You Jiaxin, Feng Yuan, Ran Dongsheng, Lu Yunhang, Qin Xiaofan, Ji Zibai, Xie Jingqian, and Lu Yunfan had all arrived.