The three of them ate very happily at KFC, their lips glistening with oil, including Chu Fang.

We usually eat all-natural vegetables that we grow ourselves, and the meat we eat is also expensive. We eat all-natural, additive-free foods.

Sometimes, eating foods with no additives or natural ingredients can be more beneficial for gut health.

Even if it weren't for the two kids around, he would want to eat Wallace, that stuff is really strong!

Just then, the KFC door opened, and two people walked in, a man and a woman.

The girl was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, wearing a fitted white shirt with a burgundy ribbon hanging down, a black and white skirt swaying, black stockings and high heels tapping the ground, and a simple handbag as an accessory. She exuded allure beneath her uniform.

The man was Wu Di, a very familiar friend of Chu Fang. Although he was in his thirties, he was dressed in a well-tailored suit and wore an expensive watch. He exuded elegance in every gesture and was just as handsome as he had been back then, perhaps even more so.

Wu Di worked under a renowned jewelry designer and gradually started his own company, which flourished with the help of his mentor.

Today, Wu Di is also the very successful "General Manager Wu".

Wu Di and the woman in black stockings came in, ordered a popular KFC meal for delivery, and then waited, seemingly chatting about something interesting.

The woman in black stockings lightly punched Wu Di's shoulder, but he smiled and wasn't angry.

After receiving the KFC delivery, Wu Di carried the food, and the two left together.

Chu Fang stared at the two figures until they disappeared from his sight before slowly turning his gaze away.

His brows were furrowed so deeply they almost formed the character "川" (chuan).

“Dad, that’s Uncle Wu.” Chu Jin’s little hands were all oily as she nudged Chu Fang’s arm.

"Um."

Chu Zhiye said quietly, "But that girl isn't Aunt He."

Chu Fang pulled out a tissue to wipe her daughter's mouth, saying as she did so, "Don't tell anyone what you just saw, don't tell Aunt He, and don't even tell your mother."

Chu Jin's eyes were clear: "Why?"

"This will cause enormous harm to your brother Wu Yan's family."

Wu Di and He Yi's child was born more than half a year earlier than Chu Fang's two children. His name is Wu Yan, and he is a boy who is currently in the middle class of kindergarten.

Chu Zhi spoke slowly and deliberately: "What benefits do we get?"

Chu Fang: "..."

He glanced at his two children and immediately knew what they were thinking.

Two unlucky kids...

"I'll treat you to KFC, three meals a day."

The two children looked at each other, then nodded in unison: "Deal."

Chu Fang repeatedly warned, "You absolutely must not tell anyone!"

"What did you say?" Chu Zhiye asked.

"It's about seeing your Uncle Wu and that girl today."

"I haven't seen Uncle Wu. Where is Uncle Wu?" Chu Jin's eyes darted around.

Chu Fang: "..."

It's such a shame you two don't go into acting.

He gazed in the direction where Wu Di had disappeared and sighed deeply: "How could this have happened?"

... ...

Night falls and the city lights begin to twinkle.

When Wu Di returned home, he heard his wife He Yi's voice coming from the kitchen: "You're back."

"Mm," Wu Di said as he took off his coat. "Thank you for taking care of things at home."

"It's all what I should do," He Yi said casually. "I'm so bored at home all day with nothing to do."

Since Wu Di started his company, He Yi quit her job and stayed at home to take care of the children, cook, do laundry, and be a full-time housewife.

He Yi said, "Dinner will be ready soon, please have a seat."

"good."

Wu Di nodded and then went into the study. His son, Wu Yan, was lying on the table, drawing intently, his fair face full of seriousness.

“Dad.” Wu Yan looked up and showed his painting.

The painting depicts a lawn with three people on it, presumably a family of three, flying a kite. The painting perfectly captures the happy life of this family.

"Dad, did I draw well?" Wu Yan asked.

Looking at the painting, Wu Di fell silent, unable to speak for a long time. Hearing his son's painting, he came to his senses, patted his son's head, and said, "Good, very good."

Wu Yan's face lit up with a bright smile.

"My good son and your father have come out to eat."

Incandescent lights illuminated the room, where Wu Di and his family of three sat around eating their dinner.

He Yi served her son meals, occasionally putting a couple of pieces of meat on her husband's plate.

Wu Di said, "I can do it myself."

He Yi looked at her husband and said, "You used to be very happy and even enjoyed it when I served you food, but now you say you want to do it yourself."

"Do you think I'm an old woman because I'm thirty? Are you looking down on me? Or do you have another woman on the side?"

Wu Di slammed his fist on the table: "Who dares to say you're old? I'll beat him to death. If you don't want your eyes, just donate them. I've never seen a thirty-year-old woman. I've only seen an eighteen-year-old, beautiful and youthful girl who's all the rage."

He Yi rolled her eyes.

Wu Yan rubbed his face: "Dad, how could you say something like that? It's so embarrassing."

Before she could finish speaking, He Yi slapped the back of her son's head, her face stern: "What? Did your dad say something wrong?"

“Wrong!” Wu Yan nodded, looking serious. “In my heart, my mother will always be eighteen.”

These words immediately filled the home with a warm atmosphere.

Late at night, in Wu Di's bedroom, the noise gradually subsided.

Wu Di, panting, said, "I'm sorry."

He Yi shook her head: "It's okay, you're already very capable."

After saying that, He Yi turned over and went to sleep, while Wu Di stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

... ...

The next day.

Wu Di got up as usual and then drove to the company.

As soon as he arrived at the company, his secretary, Ji Fang, swayed over in a black bodycon skirt.

"Mr. Wu."

"What's up?"

"President Chu is here, he's in your office."