Chapter 1 He is my father
It was July, and after a heavy rain, the sky cleared up. The heat and humidity enveloped the entire Yancheng, making it hard to breathe.
Inside the car
"Mr. Fu, Xinxin's get out of class ends at ten o'clock, ten minutes left."
"Go back to the company for a meeting at 11 o'clock. Your meeting with Mr. Shi is scheduled for 2 o'clock in the afternoon."
"Should I take Xinxin back to the company later, or should I send her to Miss Jiang first?"
Han Si sat in the passenger seat and asked the man in the back seat.
The man had narrow and long eyes, his eyes were closed, and his temperament was aloof and cold.
The sunlight penetrated the shadows of the trees and hit his profile, making his outline appear even deeper and more three-dimensional.
"Let's talk later."
Han Si lowered his head and scrolled through the tablet, his fingertips suddenly paused.
"The old man is here to urge you to make a decision as soon as possible. What he means is that the marriage between the Fu and Yuan families cannot be cancelled. Miss Jiang has been in the Yuan family for many years, and it is legitimate for her to marry you as the daughter of the Yuan family. Besides, Xinxin is the blood of the Fu family anyway..."
Fu Xijin tapped his knuckles to interrupt his words.
Han Si winked at the driver, got out of the car and opened the back door.
Fu Xijin opened his eyes and his gaze casually fell on... a little yellow duck outside.
A pair of little yellow ducks stepped into the puddle with a splash, and the dirty water splashed on her white calves like lotus roots. The little dumpling wearing the same raincoat ran forward with a grunt.
The hood of the raincoat drooped dejectedly, revealing the chubby little face.
Because he had just crawled out of the dog hole at the back door of the kindergarten, the little tuft of hair on his head was messy, like a bird's nest on his head.
suddenly--
There was a sound coming from the kindergarten.
"Teacher Xiaohua, I'm going to miss you!"
The little dumpling crossed the road in panic, his round face tense.
She wants to go home to find her mother and cannot be found by Teacher Xiaohua.
When crossing the road, I saw a black car parked next to the green belt. Yaoyao hid behind it flexibly and squinted his eyes to sneak a peek at the kindergarten.
Soon, she saw Teacher Xiaohua coming out.
Yaoyao covered her mouth and screamed, afraid that she would be caught by Teacher Xiaohua, so she tried to get into the car with her short legs.
As the car door opened, a long leg wrapped in well-fitting suit pants stepped out. Yaoyao raised her head to see his face clearly, and suddenly she hugged him.
"Child."
The man's voice was low and mellow, like the sound of clear jade, but it was also filled with a hint of chill in the night.
Yaoyao used both his legs and hands, like a koala holding onto a pillar. As he lifted his legs and weighed them, the soft flesh on his cheeks trembled.
She opened her round eyes, the black and white were clear, and they were filled with clear water.
She has been doing this to act cute in front of her elders since she was young and has never failed. As long as she pouts and acts coquettishly, she will surely impress others with her baby voice.
"Uncle~"
She tried to raise her head, her neck was sore, but she still didn't get the man's answer.
Han Si glanced at the time and saw that Xinxin was about to finish class.
He asked, "Baby, where did you run away from? Where are your parents?"
Yaoyao was worried about being discovered by Teacher Xiaohua, so he twisted his short body like a caterpillar.
The short legs kicked in the air, like a little frog that couldn't jump up no matter what.
Her little face turned red, and she couldn't move forward.
Han Si touched his nose and coughed lightly.
"Boss Fu, how about I hold her..."
Fu Xijin glanced at him and finally took action. He stretched out his long arms, picked her up like a chick, and weighed her in his hand.
Yaoyao fluttered around, and her rain boots left one small footprint after another on the man's expensive handmade suit.
The driver in front and Han Si looked at each other and cold sweat broke out on their backs.
"Put me down, put me down!" A domineering little baby voice sounded.
Fu Xijin finally showed mercy and put her on the seat next to him. After a while, Yaoyao slid down and continued to hug his calves and hide.
"Uncle, drive quickly!"
The man ignored her, frowned slightly, and glanced at the footprints on his suit, his eyes moving.
"Where are your parents?"
Yao Yao pursed her lips, a trace of regret passing across her face.
"My father is dead."
Han Si's face froze, and he looked at her chubby little face, feeling a surge of guilt.
But when he looked closely at Yaoyao's expression, he didn't think she looked sad at all.
He asked doubtfully, "Aren't you sad?"
Yaoyao tilted her head, and the little yellow duck hat tilted with her movement.
She glanced at Fu Xijin.
"I haven't seen my father. I'm not sad, but it's a bit regretful..."
"What a pity?" Han Si felt curious.
Yaoyao covered her mouth secretly and said in a voice that could be clearly heard by everyone in the car: "It's a pity that I didn't get to eat at my father's table. Xiaopang said that when his grandfather passed away, there were twelve dishes on the table!"
The corners of Han Si's lips twitched, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Yaoyao is a chatterbox and once he starts talking he usually won't stop.
"Uncle, what's so great about twelve dishes? I will go home and tell my grandpa that his banquet must have fifteen dishes, and I will treat Xiaopang to a meal tomorrow!" She patted her chest.
Han Si: "...There's no need to have such a strong desire to win."
You are so filial to your grandfather.
He cleared his throat and asked, "What about your mother?"
Yaoyao finally remembered the purpose of escaping from kindergarten.
She is three years old now, and in time for the school to start in September this year, her mother sent her to a nearby kindergarten for a trial class so that she can adapt to the environment first.
However, she had a nightmare while taking a nap today.
After waking up and analyzing the situation with Xiaopang, it turned out that her mother was the supporting actress who ran away with the baby, and the whole family was cannon fodder.
She didn't want to be that sad. She didn't want to be a beggar under the overpass.
Hearing Han Si's words, she let out a sigh and said, "I'll soon be able to have my mother's meal."
Han Si looked up in surprise.
But her expression was too normal, she didn't look sad at all.
Yaoyao raised her eyes, looked at him with her big wet eyes, and asked in a baby voice, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Han Si met her clear eyes and was shocked. She was only three years old. How could she lie?
His voice was hoarse and he patted her little hair.
"It's okay, you... accept my condolences."
I want to shake my head and nod my head, I can't be too sad.
She is going to be a little beggar!
She has to hold her round face with two small hands, with the dimples on the back of her hands squeezing out the porcelain-white flesh on her face.
She blinked her big eyes and looked at Han Si for a while.
Well... no, this guy is not very smart.
Look at the cold-faced uncle sitting next to me, he seems to be very rich.
"Uncle, will you be my father?"
My mother said that if you want something, you have to take the initiative to get it.
Adults are polite, children just ask for it!
Fu Xijin had droopy eyelids and was leaning back in his chair, looking relaxed and unhurried.
The man has an outstanding appearance and a natural temperament of a superior.
When he heard Yaoyao's words, his eyelids lifted, and his eyes were like the surface of a lake that had parted the morning mist, deep and unfathomable.
He smiled playfully and asked, "Do you want to eat my meal too?"
Yaoyao stared at him blankly.
Fu Xijin rubbed his fingertips, looking at her bulging baby fat, which was like a glutinous rice dumpling and seemed to feel very good.
Thinking of this, he pinched it.
"Go down, you can't eat at my table yet."
Little brat.
Yaoyao opened her eyes wide, put her hands on her hips, and her round belly was particularly eye-catching.
“A lot of people want to be my dad!”
Fu Xijin sneered, "Many people think so, but not me."
Yao Yao pouted, "Then what do you have to do to be my dad?"
Fu Xijin glanced at her round belly and said calmly, "Let's talk about it after you lose weight."
"Hu..." Take a deep breath and try to suck it in.
But she didn't hold on for long as she let out a long breath. The buttons on her belly opened, revealing the soft flesh that was stuck to her waistband.
Yaoyao patted her belly anxiously and said, "Go in, go in quickly!"
Seeing her sweating profusely from anxiety, Han Si kindly comforted her: "You are still young, it is normal to have a small belly, you will grow bigger when you grow up."
When Yaoyao looked at his round face, her face fell.
"Uncle, you're lying. You didn't draw any hair when you grew up."
The driver next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Han Si: “…”
When Yaoyao looked up, he happened to meet the eyes of Teacher Xiaohua who was standing in front of the car.
She shrank her neck and muttered, "Oh no, oh no, I've been discovered! Uncle, hide me quickly."
She threw herself into Fu Xijin's arms, buried her little face in his chest and curled up.
At this time, Teacher Xiaohua's face had appeared in front of the car window.
"Yes, the teacher said we can't get into a stranger's car!"
Yaoyao waved his hands randomly, "He is my father, he is not a stranger!"
Han Si: “…”
Fu Xijin: “…”
Teacher Xiaohua frowned. Her kindergarten was a private one with not many students. She knew every student's family situation by heart.
Naturally I know that Yaoyao's family is a single-parent family.
"Nonsense, where did your father come from?"
Yaoyao now seemed to be justified, "I'm not Sun Wukong, why can't I have a father!"
Teacher Xiaohua almost laughed out of anger. Is this what she meant?
"Come down quickly, I've called your mother. Does she know that you just picked up a dad?"
Yaoyao looked at Teacher Xiaohua very seriously with a stern face.
"Teacher, I didn't pick it up casually, I picked it up carefully!"
She pointed at Han Si and said confidently: "Why else would I not choose this uncle?"
Han Si: “?”
Where did this little brat come from? Drag him out!
Teacher Xiaohua then turned her gaze to Fu Xijin, and then looked at the Cullinan.
It was carefully selected and the conditions are really good.
"I don't care if you're serious or not, get down here now, kids can't just recognize their dads out there!"
Yaoyao: "Last time Zixuan gave Xiaopang a candy, Xiaopang called him dad! Including me, Xiaopang has eight dads in kindergarten!"
The veins on Teacher Xiaohua's forehead were throbbing.
"Is it Wang Zixuan or Cai Zixuan? Or Zhang Zixuan?"
I have to keep my mouth shut, my eyes are rolling around, awful.
Han Si was a little curious: "Why don't you let him call you mom?"
Yao Yao said: "I don't have a father. I want to experience what it feels like to be a father."
Han Si felt that her logic was wrong and corrected her: "Then you should go find a father instead of being a father."
Yaoyao nodded heavily, "So I'm looking for it now!"
She looked at Fu Xijin eagerly.
Han Si coughed twice and said, "Yes, Mr. Fu, it's not possible. Give up."
Yaoyao hummed: "My mom taught me, never give up, never get up!"
Fu Xijin sneered and gently pulled the little bun on her head.
"Okay, get down, you little illiterate boy."
Yaoyao was carried away by Fu Xijin just like that.
She was unwilling to give up and wanted to climb up.
But she was shorter than her peers, and she kicked with her short legs for a long time, and was finally laughed at by Han Si.
"Little guy, come back when you're taller."
She was so angry that her face puffed up and she glared at him.
"Uncle, only dogs look down on people!"
Han Si's smile suddenly disappeared.
Yaoyao lay in Teacher Xiaohua's arms, looking at Fu Xijin with eager eyes and pouting.
Then she saw a child slightly older than her rushing to Fu Xijin.
She hugged Fu Xijin's thighs and called out affectionately, "Uncle, you're here to pick me up!"
Yaoyao pouted, looked at the man who had only indifference on his face just now, and patted the child's head lovingly.
"Get in the car."
She was picked up by Fu Xijin and happily told him what happened today.
Fu Xijin is like a patient father who answers all his daughter's questions.
Teacher Xiaohua kept nagging in her ear: "He's already married and has a child. He's not suitable to be your father."
Yaoyao lowered his eyelids, a gloomy look flashed across his face, and he muttered:
"I don't care."
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