A gentle breeze drifted in through the car window, carrying a faint, damp scent, as if it were about to rain.
In the rearview mirror, Sang Qing and Ming Yue, who were standing side by side on the roadside watching them, gradually disappeared into the distance.
When Ye Li turned around, she saw Fu Yanci staring blankly at her, completely unlike his relaxed demeanor when he was chatting with Ming Yue.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Li took his arm. "Is it because you don't want to leave your mother? Or did you not perform well somewhere?"
Fu Yanci snapped out of her daze and hugged Ye Li, saying, "I feel like I'm dreaming."
Everything is so wonderful!
It's so beautiful it doesn't seem real.
Ali is by my side.
Mom is back too.
Moreover, she found her own happiness.
As the gears of time ticked, the misaligned hour and minute hands finally returned to their correct positions. The minute hand ticked, the hour hand stood guard, and everything moved forward steadily and orderly, with each movement spreading a warm, dim glow.
That was... the feeling of happiness.
"Ali, do you like President Ming?"
Fu Yanci gently lifted Ye Li and placed her on his lap, asking softly.
Mingyue?
Ye Li nodded, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "He calls me Little Ye!"
People around her call her Pear, Little Pear, and others call her Ah Pear.
But so far, only Mingyue has called her Xiaoyezi.
Even though tonight was their first meeting, Ye Li inexplicably felt as if she had known Ming Yue for a long time.
The friendliness of someone who's naturally outgoing!
Ironically, she not only didn't dislike it, but actually really liked it.
The same applies to Fu Yanci.
"I remember the day my mother left, and I remember what she looked like when she was young. But my father..."
Fu Yanci shook her head. "I don't remember anything at all."
Fu Yanci learned all his memories of his father, Fu Zhengyan, from family photos, paintings, and letters.
Fu Zhengyan was very learned; he had read all the books in the study of the Fu family's old house.
Many of his books also contain his annotations and personal insights, and when the mood strikes, he will even write a lengthy review.
Fu Zhengyan is also skilled in calligraphy and painting.
His calligraphy and paintings are all of collector quality, and people often come to him asking for them.
Not only that, he is also a very good person, and everyone in the Fu family speaks highly of him.
People in the elite circles of the capital city speak highly of him.
The only thing that has drawn criticism about him is probably his May-December romance with Sang Qing.
Over the years, Fu Yanci has thought of his parents again and again.
His feelings towards Sang Qing went from hatred to forgiveness, and then to silent care and blessings, with many beautiful expectations in his heart.
However, Fu Yanci's feelings towards Fu Zhengyan were much more complicated.
On the one hand, I want to know more about him and keep him as a real memory in my heart.
But on the other hand, I just can't figure it out.
Until he saw Mingyue tonight, Fu Yanci seemed to have grasped a vague trace in his heart.
He was gentle and composed, making everyone around him feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.
He is knowledgeable about both ancient and modern times, and can speak fluently about history and economics.
He knows Sang Qing's paintings like the back of his hand.
He even dabbled in Ye Li's jewelry design.
His demeanor exudes a steadfastness honed by years of experience. Despite being an elder, he is neither lecturing nor pretentious, striking the perfect balance.
Being with him is exceptionally comfortable.
Even when mentioning Fu Zhengyan, Mingyue didn't hold back, looking at Fu Yanci with bright eyes and praising her: "Yanci, you really look like your father! If he were still here, he would be so proud of you! You've grown into the person he and your mother had hoped for!"
"Ah Li!"
Fu Yanci hugged Ye Li tightly, "When I become a father in the future, I want to be a father just like him."
Although he addressed him as "President Ming" all night long, he didn't even call him "Uncle Ming".
But Ye Li felt that this single sentence was the greatest affirmation.
"good!"
Nodding with a smile, Ye Li nestled into the man's arms, "Fu Yanci, I believe in you! In the future, you will definitely be a good father!"
The conversation gradually veered off course, starting with the father.
“Ah Li…”
After washing up and lying back in bed, Fu Yanci lowered his head to kiss Ye Li, "I'm ready to be a good father, what about you?"
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Ye Li clutched the blanket tighter and shrank back towards the edge of the bed. "But I'm not ready yet!"
"You don't need to prepare anything..."
Fu Yanci pulled the petite woman back into his arms, his burning palm sliding under her silky nightgown. "You only need to give birth; leave everything else to me. Okay?"
Bai Xiaoli said, "That's great, isn't this something that will happen naturally?"
Hei Xiaoli pouted. "Men's words are deceitful. Only a fool would believe them! If he doesn't care about you in the future, can you put it back in his mouth?"
The image of the black and white pear in her mind blurred into two afterimages. Before Ye Li could figure it out, she was enveloped in a kiss by the man, almost plundering him.
“Ah Li…”
The delicate shoulder strap was tugged lightly, and with a soft thud, it slipped silently off her fair shoulder.
The man's voice was hoarse, "...Is it okay?"
What's good or bad?
Her mind was blank, even her eyes were unfocused. All Ye Li could see were the hazy, flickering neon lights outside the French windows.
The embrace against her back was incredibly hot; it felt like the man wanted to melt her beneath him.
"Fu, Fu Yanci..."
It's as if you're walking barefoot on soft grass, tiptoeing, and dancing all the way to the depths of the dense forest, where spring water gushes out.
Ye Li clung tightly to Fu Yanci's shoulders, her gaze somewhat unfocused.
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