Fu Jinchuan snapped out of his daze and said, "Let's go."

At the Fu family, Bai Cheng could only restrain his temper. He rarely lost his temper in front of Fu Jinchuan and often showed weakness, because that way, Jinchuan would coax him.

"Jinchuan, tell me the truth, have you fallen in love with him?" She sobbed softly, "Do I...do I need to give up my position? I'll give up, I'll give up, as long as you still have me in your heart. It's a secret, I'm willing to be the other woman..."

The sobbing tone became very obvious in the following words.

Before letting go, Fu Jinchuan would definitely soften his heart. Sometimes you can't keep using your credit card for something. If you use it too often, you'll feel the pain at first, but eventually you'll become indifferent, numb, or even annoyed.

Fu Jinchuan is now in a moderate condition.

I don't really want to hear his so-called 'sensible' and 'generous' qualities.

Especially after the divorce, every time Bai Cheng ran into Nan Yu, she would go home and cry to him.

"Don't think too much."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Chu came out of Nan Yu's room, rolling up his sleeves as he closed the door. He caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye, turned around to face Fu Jinchuan, and said, "Young Master Fu."

Fu Jinchuan's face immediately turned green. "What are you doing here?"

Song Chu rolled up his sleeves and patted off non-existent dust from his front shoulder. "The old man invited me. Please ask him."

After saying that, she nodded slightly and walked past the man.

Fu Jinchuan's fingers cracked as he clenched them, and Bai Cheng's sense of crisis reached its peak. She said anxiously, "Jinchuan, my pants, my pants are wet and it hurts so much."

That's how they pulled the man back.

He helped Bai Cheng change her clothes, and even spent a long time styling her hair in front of the mirror to ensure she was impeccably dressed from head to toe. He didn't want Fu Jinchuan's gaze to linger on Nan Yu.

He is a man himself and knows what men think.

What you can't have is always the best.

They're divorced now.

Fu Jinchuan was unwilling to give up. If he could take this opportunity to learn more about Nan Yu and find out the truth before he could completely erase the traces, Bai Cheng dared not think about it. So for now, she could only try to attract attention with her appearance.

Dining room.

The old man sat at the head of the round table, with Fu Jinchuan and Nan Yu sitting on his left and right sides respectively. Each of them had their own lover beside them. Compared to Bai Cheng and Nan Yu, Song Chu was the one taking care of Nan Yu.

Nan Yu always likes to drink some water while eating, otherwise he won't want to eat anymore after only half a meal. Even drinking soup isn't enough for him. Song Chu can only prepare 200 milliliters of water for him, as more would upset his stomach.

This only happened when the two of them were eating; when Song Chu couldn't see, Nan Yu was slurping loudly.

When the food was far away, Song Chu would help him pick it up when he saw that he wanted to eat. He would only give him the dishes that his family liked, and he wouldn't touch the ones that they didn't like. The food was delicious, and eating it with chopsticks wasn't enough, so Nan Yu used a spoon to scoop it up, one big spoonful at a time.

They ate happily, their eyes crinkling with a smile.

She looked at Song Chu, her eyes filled with love.

Every now and then, we would toast the old man with a drink.

On the other hand, Fu Jinchuan, sitting to the right, stared intently at the two of them, his eyes filled with coldness. His fingers were almost breaking the chopsticks. Bai Cheng sensed the low pressure emanating from him and dared not speak, creating a stark contrast in atmosphere.

Even the old man wanted to sigh.

I really want to pry open my grandson's head and find out what he's thinking. I asked him to get married, but he got upset. Every time he comes back, he gives me the cold shoulder. He doesn't care about Xiaoyu either, and he just keeps poking at her heart.

They're divorced but not happy about it.

I go home even less often.

Now that he's got what he wanted, I wonder who he's putting on this face for.

"You fall in love with someone else very quickly."

Fu Jinchuan, holding the fish slice in front of him, scoffed coldly with a sarcastic tone.

Nan Yu paused in her eating, looked up, and saw that the old man's face had also darkened: "Don't cause trouble during the New Year."

Bai Cheng quickly served food to Fu Jinchuan, saying with a forced smile, "No, Grandpa Fu, Jinchuan probably didn't rest well yesterday."

If he had known it would turn out like this, he wouldn't have come at all, nor would he have let Fu Jinchuan come.

Fu Jinchuan, unable to contain himself any longer, slammed his chopsticks on the table, making a loud noise, and looked at the old man: "I don't know what you mean by calling them here. Tell me how happy he is now? He's your own grandson, I'll adopt him, okay? And don't call me back anymore." He turned to Bai Cheng, his tone cold: "Go."

Nan Yu: ...