While Fu Shen and Huo Xueshen were talking, Su Yue quietly returned to her room, took everything out of the wooden box, and then took the empty box back to the main room, intending to return it to Grandma Yang as soon as she came back.
Grandma Yang paused in her brisk steps, slowly turned around, a kind smile on her face, and said, "What's so valuable about a small wooden box? Did your father say something?"
If Fu Shen knew about rosewood, he and his wife would probably have returned the box to Su Yue the very first day she gave it to her, instead of waiting until now.
Su Yue: "He didn't say anything, he just said it was rosewood, which is a valuable wood. At the time, I thought it was made of ordinary wood. Now that I know, I can't accept it without feeling guilty and pretending I didn't know anything."
Grandma Yang waved her hand, "Once it's given to you, it's yours. There's no reason to return it. I have two more of these little wooden boxes in my room. You can keep this one. I'm going to help your grandpa cook lunch today. Your dad will eat here before going back."
After saying that, she took quick small steps and hurried towards the kitchen.
Su Yue held the small wooden box, walked up to Wang Jingyi, handed it to her, and whispered, "Godmother, take it back."
Wang Jingyi gently pushed the wooden box back, a gentle smile on her face: "Just keep it since she gave it to you. Didn't she say there were two more in the room?"
Su Yue emphasized somewhat anxiously, "This is rosewood."
Wang Jingyi said dismissively, "What's wrong with rosewood? If you put it in the stove to burn, it will still turn to ash. Don't feel guilty. Listen to me, just keep it. Ah, I'm going to help in the kitchen now."
In the end, despite several attempts, Su Yue was still unable to return the wooden box.
After the meal, while the adults were eating, Ping An quietly took a nap.
At this moment, he was being held firmly in Grandma Yang's arms. In the main room, Huo Xueshen dragged a stool to the side and watched intently.
With a loving smile, Grandma Yang asked, "Have you ever held Ping An?"
Huo Xueshen replied somewhat awkwardly, "I only hugged him for a little while. His body is too soft, and it's really hard to hug him. I was afraid that I would accidentally twist his head."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jingyi couldn't help but smile.
Remembering that Fu Shen had said something similar before, I couldn't help but find it funny—they really are father and son, saying almost the same things.
After chatting for a while, Lu Yunting suddenly called Fu Shen outside to talk.
The two arrived at the parking area at the main gate, one after the other.
Lu Yunting looked at Fu Shen seriously and said slowly, "The issue I asked you to consider before, now that you've met your father and he's in Beicheng, why don't you reconsider and transfer here?"
Fu Shen glanced at him indifferently, then turned his gaze to the other side of the road, keenly noticing two suspicious-looking people.
After roughly recognizing their identities, he casually looked away and said in a cold tone, "You called me out just to talk about this? If so, I'll head back now."
Lu Yunting said somewhat helplessly, "Give me some face. I risked my life to save your father. Otherwise, you wouldn't even know who your real father is."
Fu Shen responded without any politeness: "I saved your life, so we're even. And..."
As he spoke, he caught sight of two other people out of the corner of his eye, and paused in his speech.
Lu Yunting looked puzzled. "What else?"
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