"Get out of the way," Rong Shiyu shouted.
When everyone saw the child on the skateboard rushing towards them, they quickly retreated to the side of the wall.
Rong Shimo followed behind, deliberately heading towards the people by the medical desk.
They had already heard when they were looking for their mother that someone downstairs was taking advantage of his family's wealth to force their mother to see a doctor.
Her mother disagreed, so she refused to leave.
Rong Shimo secretly took a picture of the person's face with her smartwatch and had her best friend from the genius class investigate her background. They discovered that she was actually the Fu family's butler.
They didn't want to get involved, but the old lady forced the mother to step in. It turns out there are no good people in the Fu family.
Liu Xue, being older and less responsive, was hit on the ankle by the skateboard, her knee bent slightly, and her face contorted in pain: "Whose child is this? So rude, playing on a skateboard in the hospital."
Rong Shiyu jumped off the skateboard, walked over, put her hands on her hips, and her movements were almost a replica of Fu Jingsheng's.
Her cheeks puffed out: "Grandma, you have such good manners. You're blocking the information desk all by yourself. My sister and I came here half an hour ago and saw you. And you're still here now."
Rong Shimo burst into tears: "My father died young, so there was no one to teach me."
Rong Yan: !!
Crying in front of her own father that her father is dead, that's really something.
Shen Xingzhi, standing behind Rong Yan, suddenly extended her thumb, startling Rong Yan so much that she almost screamed and revealed herself.
"Pull them back," Rong Yan said softly. Now was not the time for her to show herself.
She looks so small. It's pitiful that she doesn't have a father at such a young age.
"Butler Liu, it's not worth arguing with a child. They look about the same age as the Fu family's grandson."
Don't you guys think these two kids look a lot like the Fu family's grandson?
[Oh dear, I hadn't noticed until you mentioned it, but now that you mention it, he seems even more like Young Master Fu? The way he puts his hands on his hips is exactly the same.]
"What do you mean, 'looks like'? The Fu family doesn't have such uncivilized relatives." Butler Liu didn't even look at the child.
The whispers reached Fu Jingsheng's ears, and the man lifted his eyelids to glance at them indifferently.
Shen Xingzhi suddenly came out, grabbed a child in one hand, and dragged them into the nearest office.
The woman was wearing a mask and moved very quickly.
Fu Jingsheng frowned. Could she be Song Shan? Her back view seemed familiar. Could she be his rival, which was why she refused to treat Fu Yunting?
"Aunt Liu, let's go home." Fu Jingsheng picked up his son.
If you don't appreciate kindness, don't blame him for being ruthless.
Fu Yunting leaned on his father's shoulder, then suddenly kicked his father away with both legs and started waving his hands incessantly.
Do you need to use the restroom?
The little boy nodded.
The butler led Fu Yunting toward the bathroom.
Upon seeing the sign, the little boy ran towards it.
The housekeeper stood in the corridor and waited for a while, but the child did not come out.
Fu Yunting went directly upstairs through the passageway next to the bathroom and hid in a room.
Rong Yan was inside waiting for Fu Jingsheng to leave.
Fu Yunting locked the door, turned around, and saw a woman looking down at him.
Both of them were shocked at the same time.
The little boy quickly made a shushing gesture.
Rong Yan had just met him; he was Fu Jingsheng's youngest son.
Her daughter's face looked so much like hers that she couldn't help but marvel at how strong Fu Jingsheng's genes were; her daughters looked like him no matter who they were born to.
An announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Little Fu Yunting, if you hear this announcement, please come to the lobby on the first floor. If anyone sees Fu Yunting, please bring him down."
"Are you alone?" Rong Yan asked.
Fu Yunting nodded.
"Run away from home?"
Fu Yunting continued to nod, gesturing with his small hands: "I'm not sick, I don't want to see a doctor, I don't want to take medicine, I don't want to get a shot."
Whether she watches it or not is none of her business.
Rong Yan prepared to open the door and push the little boy out; she didn't want the hot potato that was the Fu family.
The little boy leaned against the door, his face looking as if it had been ripped off from Fu Jingsheng, especially his thin lips.
Rong Yan grew angrier the more she looked at it.
She picked up the little boy, threw him outside without hesitation, and locked the door.
"Young Master, why are you sitting on the ground?" The butler rushed over. "I've finally found you! You scared me to death! Did you get lost?"
Fu Yunting completely ignored what the butler was saying.
That woman looked like his mother in the photo he had secretly seen.
My great-grandmother said that my mother was a bad woman. She really was bad. She didn't help me and even threw me out. She was so ruthless. Could she really be my mother?
He wanted to go and take another look, but the butler was afraid that the person would get lost again, so he held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
Upon seeing the child, Fu Jingsheng left the clinic.
Shen Xingzhi knew the person had left, so she took Rong Shiyu and Rong Shimo's hands and prepared to go upstairs.
Three years ago, Songshan opened a branch clinic in Tiancheng, but instead of managing it herself, she handed it over to her best friend Shen Xingzhi.
Shen Xingzhi met Fu Jingsheng once at Rong Yan's wedding.
Fortunately, he wasn't recognized.
“Xingxing, that person is our father, right?” Rong Shiyu asked.
"You have no manners! Call me Auntie. Don't think you can be so unruly just because you're little geniuses."
“Auntie, is that so?” Rong Shimo asked.
Shen Xingzhi sighed: "Go ask Mom."
"Mom said Dad is dead."
"He was struck by lightning and died."
"But that person is from the Fu family."
The two little girls chatted back and forth.
"Yes, he was struck by lightning and died. That person was your...uncle."
“Okay, Xingxing, let’s go find Mom.” Yu and Mo exchanged a glance, and they knew the answer in their hearts.
——
Fu Jingsheng left, and Rong Yan sat in her office in a daze. Seven years later, they met again in this way.
The knocking on the door woke the woman from her reverie.
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