"Daddy, hold ."
Fu Shihan bent down to pick him up and headed towards the kitchen. After a while, with one hand carrying him and the other holding a glass of milk, he went upstairs.
Second floor, Fu Shihan's bedroom.
He threw his coat onto a chair, started to loosen his tie, and watched Fu Yu'an, who had already obediently finished his milk.
"Do you want to sleep here, or go back to your room?"
"Here!" Yangyang almost instantly blurted out. "I want to sleep with Daddy!"
Fu Shihan nodded in agreent, and to prevent him from changing his mind, Yangyang quickly got out of bed to brush his teeth, then hurried back, jumped under the covers, and shut his eyes.
Watching his smoothly executed routine, Fu Shihan's lips curved into a slight smile.
These past three years, he rarely stayed over. It wasn't that he didn't want to co back, nor did he despise the child.
It was simply because this house was filled with traces left by Su Wanxin, and the child had an inseparable connection with Su Wanxin.
Everything here was like a blade to him. Piercing into him, not drawing blood, but each cut was deadly.
"Yangyang."
After watching the little one on the bed for a long ti, Fu Shihan called out his na with a hoarse voice.
"Hmm?" Yangyang quickly opened his eyes, without a hint of sleepiness. "I'm here!"
"Do you want to see Mommy?"
As soon as he asked the question, he saw the person on the bed scrambling to sit up.
Yangyang held his breath, his face filled with disbelief. "I... can I see Mommy?"
To the three-year-old Fu Yu'an, getting to see his Daddy was already a great luxury.
He had never seen his own mother, and neither had any of the servants in the house.
Fu Shihan, with mixed emotions, promised him. The child had a simple mind and was easily comforted; in no ti at all, he fell into a deep sleep, no longer asking questions.
The news that Fu Shihan had a son was highly confidential, known only by few outside the family. So after Su Wan returned, she had investigated several tis, only to find the sa result each ti—
Fu Shihan had no son.
This made Su Wan very anxious and troubled.
And since the day Fu Shihan had asked her out to an evening event and then stood her up, three days had passed in the blink of an eye.
On the sofa, Su Wan watched television while snacking. Mu Suyu had been tapping away on her phone for a long ti, then turned her head to look at her.
"Wanwan, we've been cooped up at ho for days now. How about we go out tonight to get so fresh air and unwind?"
Su Wan didn't even glance at her, she directly exposed her little sche: "Is this another occasion where you want to accompany you to work and earn money?"
"No, no, no, not this ti!" Mu Suyu earnestly promised: "Do you rember the unlucky male celebrity from a few days ago?"
"...Lin Yifan? What about him?"
"Yesterday, he bought two amulets from , then we chatted for a bit, and he gave two invitations to a banquet."
Saying so, Mu Suyu pulled out the said items, cozying up against Su Wan and acting coquettishly.
"I've been writing my novel and it hasn't taken off. After repeatedly reflecting on it, I think it might be because I haven't been exposed to high society and haven't imrsed myself in it!"
Mu Suyu went on with her earnest nonsense.
"Lin Yifan said this is his company's banquet, and many celebrities will be there. The female protagonist in my novel is a third-rate celebrity, so I want to experience it firsthand!"
Su Wan hesitated to speak.
She thought about Mu Suyu's previous novel, which took five months to write and only earned 800 yuan. She didn't want to damage the kid's self-esteem; after all, it's always good to have dreams.
"Then why don't you go by yourself? Why drag along?"
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