Fu Shengying adjusted her glasses and carefully examined the close-up of Fu Hanzheng's face on her phone; the wound on his mouth was indeed very obvious.

"Are you sure your brother found a girlfriend?"

"Do you really want my brother to find a boyfriend?" Fu Shiqin was shocked by his father's wild idea and said with utmost seriousness, "A girl, and a very beautiful girl at that."

Fu Shengying nodded. "That's good. As long as it's not a daughter of the Gu family, he can marry whoever he likes."

Madam Fu glanced at her husband, her expression serious. "The Gu family's daughter is absolutely out of the question, but Mu Weiwei is no exception either."

Fu Shiqin rubbed his forehead, but his brother had his eye on Mu Weiwei.

Just as she was about to say something, her phone rang again. Upon seeing the caller ID, she immediately answered it with utmost respect.

"Brother, what are your instructions now?"

"Is her cold better?" Fu Hanzheng asked in a low voice, seemingly in a bad mood.

"I didn't see her, how would I know if she's better or not?"

"Then go and see for yourself now," Fu Hanzheng said coldly.

“My dear brother, it’s almost midnight. If you want to know so much, why don’t you just call and ask yourself?”

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Fu Hanzheng said, "She blocked me."

Fu Shiqin, with a mouthful of rice, paused for two seconds, then burst out laughing and spat out a mouthful of rice. He took a sip of water and swallowed it with difficulty, then said, trying to suppress his laughter.

"Then call the apartment building; she should be home now."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then someone said, "The phone line is unplugged."

Fu Shiqin covered his phone, laughing so hard his stomach hurt. His brother had finally met his match.

Why does he find that pitiful voice so satisfying?

"Fu Shiqin, try laughing again!" Fu Hanzheng warned coldly.

Although he couldn't hear any sound, he could perfectly imagine what Fu Shiqin was doing right now.

Fu Shiqin cleared his throat, stopping his laughter. "Um... it's too late today, I'll go check on it for you tomorrow."

Why didn't I realize before that there was something interesting between Mu Weiwei and her brother?

"Hmm," Fu Hanzheng replied casually, and hung up the phone.

Fu Shiqin put down his phone and said to his parents on the other end, "Look, look, even when we're abroad, we don't forget to call and ask if they're feeling better from their cold. This kind of treatment... has anyone in our family ever received anything like this?"

"...A cold?" Mrs. Fu thought of Gu Weiwei, whom she had seen at the club today. Gu Weiwei's voice sounded like she had a cold.

But she quickly dismissed her doubts. It couldn't be her. Han Zheng disliked her so much before. No matter who her son liked, he would never like that troublemaking girl.

Fu Shengying closed the newspaper and asked curiously, "Whose child is it? Didn't your brother say when he'd bring him back to see us?"

Fu Shiqin glanced at Madam Fu. She didn't like Mu Weiwei, and if she found out, she would probably interfere. It was better to wait for his brother to tell them himself.

"Our brother hasn't won her over yet, but with his efficiency, I'm sure he'll bring her back to you soon. Maybe you'll even have a grandson next year."

His brother never hesitates for too long when he makes a decision; once he decides, he will definitely achieve his goal.

Therefore, no matter how much Mu Weiwei struggled, she couldn't escape her brother's grasp.

"Shi Qin, come with me for a moment." Old Mrs. Fu got up and left the restaurant.

Fu Shiqin obediently followed, "Grandma, what's the matter? Why did you call me out to talk?"

Grandma Fu looked around to make sure no one was around before whispering, "You were talking about Weiwei, weren't you?"

Fu Shiqin nodded emphatically, "Grandma, you have such keen eyes, such sharp insight, and you can see through anything..."

Grandma Fu smiled with satisfaction and said proudly, "I knew it, my judgment is never too bad."