Chapter 3 Meeting He An

After wiping away her tears, Fu Yuling picked up the bowl and drank the ginger soup.

At this moment, there was a noise outside.

It was Fu Qi who came back, but he was holding a child in his arms. The child was very thin, nestling in Fu Qi's arms, and when his ignorant eyes met Fu Yuling, he blinked.

He looks like a smart child, but almost everyone in Zhuangjia Village knows that this child has a mental problem. He is almost three years old and has never spoken a word.

Fu Qi didn't expect to run into Fu Yuling as soon as he came back. He originally wanted to secretly send her to his room and take good care of the child.

Now, a quarrel is inevitable.

Although Fu Qi is only seventeen years old, he has already matured mentally living in Zhuangjia Village.

Now I have a headache looking at Fu Yuling, holding the child tightly in her arms.

He looked at his father who was standing beside him without saying a word or smiling, as if asking for help. Mr. Fu beside him stopped what he was doing, ignored him, and walked in.

Even Fu's mother held her breath and became nervous, fearing that she would flip the table and go into hysterics in the next second.

To be honest, Fu Yuling had complicated feelings when he thought of the original owner's four children.

She could not feel the original owner's ill will towards the children, nor could she love them from the bottom of her heart.

In reality, she is still a virgin, and now she has four children out of nowhere, which makes her at a loss.

Time seemed to stand still. Fu Qi noticed that Fu Yuling showed no signs of being angry, so he quickly took the child to the kitchen.

"Lingling, if you don't want to see the child, I'll ask Xiaoqi to send him back later."

This is what Fu's mother said.

Fu Yuling shook her head, "Mom, I plan to go back later."

"Do you really want to go back?"

This time, her daughter came back and she felt that she had changed a lot. Her daughter had suffered so much during childbirth, and she had become sensitive. Now she could hardly be calm.

"Mom, I want some quiet time."

She hadn't figured out what to do yet, and it was impossible to get her to accept it all at once.

Fu's mother went out and closed the door for her.

In the kitchen.

Father Fu was burning a fire there, and sparks were flying up, illuminating his silent face.

Fu Qi sat next to him holding the child and feeding him porridge.

The child didn't understand what was going on and didn't take the initiative to eat. He just lay there quietly. Fu Qi had to work very hard to feed him the porridge.

At this time, Mr. Fu next to him spoke.

"Xiaoqi, please send the child back later! Your sister will be unhappy if she sees it."

"knew."

He had done this countless times. Every time he took the child back, Fu Yuling would make a scene and in the end the child would be sent back.

Compared to their son, Fu's father and mother were more inclined towards Fu Yuling. They would oppose anything that would make Fu Yuling unhappy.

When it comes to children's affairs, even if you are the child's grandparents, you cannot let them back down in the slightest.

The two men listened to the crackling of the fire, each with his own thoughts.

When Fu's mother came, she looked at the child with a complicated expression.

The child was very thin, but his skin was quite white. His pair of dark eyes stared at her motionlessly, which softened her heart.

But thinking that her daughter almost lost her life in exchange for this, she forced herself not to look.

"Have you finished feeding? If you have, send it back now."

"I don't know what sin the damn He family committed to give birth to such an irresponsible son."

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Fu's mother was no longer as cautious as she was in front of Fu Yuling, and her sharp voice was full of harsh words.