The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 502 - 505. Mr. Fu Who Tricks His Son (17th Update)

Chapter 502: 505. Mr. Fu Who Tricks His Son (17th Update)

Shen Qinglan waved her hand, "It’s alright, I’m taking him home now."

"Then little sister-in-law, I’ll leave Hengyi to you, I’m taking off now," Jiang Chenxi said perceptively.

"Okay, take care on the road." Shen Qinglan watched as Jiang Chenxi left, then she turned her gaze back to Fu Hengyi.

Fu Hengyi looked at Shen Qinglan appearing before him and raised an eyebrow, "Why are you here?"

Shen Qinglan’s expression was indifferent, "If I hadn’t come, where would you have stayed tonight?" Fu Hengyi pursed his lips.

Shen Qinglan opened the car door and looked at Fu Hengyi, who stood there unmoving, "Aren’t you getting in?" Fu Hengyi slowly walked over and sat in the passenger seat.

Shen Qinglan sent a message to Shen Junyu—[I’m taking him home first]

[Hmm, be careful driving, and call me when you get home.]

Shen Qinglan replied with an OK gesture, and was about to drive when she realized that Fu Hengyi hadn’t buckled his seatbelt. She leaned over to help him fasten it.

Fu Hengyi, with his eyes closed, didn’t know if he was asleep or just resting his eyes, felt Shen Qinglan’s approach and suddenly hugged her, burying his head in her hair, "Qinglan, why did it take you so long to find me?" He had been waiting for her all day, but she hadn’t even sent him a message.

His body carried a faint scent of alcohol, not unpleasant, which combined with his aggrieved tone, instantly softened Shen Qinglan’s heart.

"I was waiting outside for you." She actually rushed over right after receiving the message Shen Junyu sent her, but she stayed outside waiting for Fu Hengyi to come out.

"Why didn’t you come find me?" Probably because he was drunk, Fu Hengyi’s tone was soft, and it somewhat resembled the way Anan would act coyly, softening Shen Qinglan’s heart immensely.

"You wanted me to be the first person you saw when you came out," she said tenderly.

"You’re teasing me again, you were ignoring me this morning. You big tease." With his mind clouded by alcohol, Fu Hengyi shed his aloof demeanor, becoming somewhat childish, yet exceptionally endearing.

"Are you still mad about this morning?" Shen Qinglan asked softly.

"I’m not mad." Fu Hengyi would never admit he was upset because his wife had left him behind.

Hearing this, Shen Qinglan burst out laughing, "Fu Hengyi, do you think I love Anan more than I love you, which is why you’re jealous?"

Hearing this, Fu Hengyi’s eyes immediately turned resentful, and Shen Qinglan knew she had guessed correctly.

"I feel like ever since that little brat was born, my status has plummeted. You don’t even notice me anymore." Fu Hengyi complained softly, unable to recall how many times situations like this morning had occurred. Every time Anan was about to cry, Shen Qinglan would leave him to comfort their son.

The amusement in Shen Qinglan’s eyes deepened, she patted Fu Hengyi’s face, "Silly, you will always be my number one." If it weren’t for him being hers and Fu Hengyi’s child, she thought she couldn’t possibly love Anan as much. Although a mother’s love for her child is instinctual, because Anan was the child of her and the man she loved most, her love for Anan also carried an element of loving by association.

Fu Hengyi was skeptical, "You’ve said this many times before." Yet you still left me for Anan.

Hearing the melancholy in his words, Shen Qinglan didn’t know what to say, this childish man. She placed Fu Hengyi’s hand on her chest, "Fu Hengyi, can you hear my heartbeat?"

Of course, Fu Hengyi could feel the heartbeat under his palm, then he heard Shen Qinglan say, "Fu Hengyi, you are in the most important place in my heart, every acceleration of my heartbeat is because of you." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Qinglan, you are also the most important in my heart, even more important than Anan," Fu Hengyi said softly, his expression serious.

Shen Qinglan’s heart felt slightly sour, and she hugged him tightly, "Yes, I know." She had always known this man loved her, valuing her even more than his own life.

"Let go of me, I’ll take you home now," Shen Qinglan said tenderly.

Fu Hengyi shook his head; he didn’t want to go back just now.

Shen Qinglan let Fu Hengyi hold her as they sat in the car, neither speaking a word. After a long while, Fu Hengyi finally let go of her, leaned back in his seat, and rubbed his forehead. He had drunk a bit too much tonight and was starting to have a headache.

Her slender, elongated hand rested on his temple, gently pressing. Her cool fingertips seemed to possess magic, gradually soothing his headache. Fu Hengyi’s furrowed brows smoothed out, and after a while, he held her hand, "Qinglan, that’s enough."

"Let’s press a little longer." Shen Qinglan didn’t stop and pressed a little longer before she released him and helped fasten his seatbelt.

Fu Hengyi’s tolerance for alcohol was good; even when drunk, he just quietly leaned there.

As Shen Qinglan parked the car, she turned and saw that Fu Hengyi had closed his eyes and fallen asleep. She quietly watched his side profile, her gaze suddenly pausing as she noticed a white hair beside his ear. Looking carefully at the corner of Fu Hengyi’s eyes, fine lines were actually present, though not very noticeable if not looked at closely.

Shen Qinglan’s expression grew complicated. She had been with Fu Hengyi for five years. To many, five years might not seem very long, especially in a marriage, it was even shorter. But in these brief five years, she and this man had had experiences many might not encounter in a lifetime.

They had depended on each other through life and death, shared adversity and sweetness, and had been the closest persons in the world to each other, the most important in their hearts. Shen Qinglan used to think there was a long lifetime ahead, that they had plenty of time to grow old together, while children would swiftly grow up, leave the nest, and gain their independence. So, she wanted to accompany her son growing up before growing old with Fu Hengyi. However, she forgot that as Anan grew up, Fu Hengyi was also aging slowly.

Time is fair to everyone—it spares no one nor adds a second.

At this moment, Shen Qinglan also reflected inwardly, questioning whether she really had focused too much on Anan in the past to the neglect of Fu Hengyi.

She lifted her hand and gently pinched that white hair of Fu Hengyi. His hair was very short, difficult to pluck. Shen Qinglan was just about to look for scissors to cut the white hair—she remembered there were scissors in the car—when her hand was grasped.

Fu Hengyi had awakened. The little sleep on the way back had sobered him up quite a bit.

"You have a white hair beside your ear, let me cut it for you," Shen Qinglan said softly.

Fu Hengyi held her hand and gently shook his head, "No need to cut, I have more than one white hair on my head, and there will be more and more as time goes on. You won’t be able to cut them all." He was already thirty-six years old, nearly having lived half of his life.

"Qinglan, I am getting old," Fu Hengyi said softly, his words heavily striking Shen Qinglan’s heart.

Shen Qinglan smiled, "Who says you are old? A man in his thirties is in the prime of his life."

Fu Hengyi turned to look at her, "You are the one in her prime."

"I am the prime among women, and you are the prime among men, so both of us are in the bloom of our lives, a perfect match."

Fu Hengyi chuckled, his laughter echoing in his chest. He reached out to pinch Shen Qinglan’s cheek, "When did your skin get so thick?"

Shen Qinglan let him pinch her, her eyes brimming with a smile. She didn’t mention anything about Fu Hengyi running away from home today; she treated it as though he had just gone out for a few drinks with friends.

That night, Shen Qinglan still fetched a pair of scissors and cut the white hairs on Fu Hengyi’s head, totaling five. While he wasn’t paying attention, she carefully packaged these five white hairs and placed them in the last page of a photo album.

The next morning, as soon as Fu Hengyi opened his eyes, Shen Qinglan was nestled in his arms, "Daddy, good morning." She gave him a good morning kiss.

Fu Hengyi slightly raised an eyebrow, "Morning, my wife."

That morning, Fu Hengyi noticed that Shen Qinglan was unusually indifferent towards Anan. For instance, when Anan wanted to eat an egg and asked Shen Qinglan to peel it for him.

Shen Qinglan simply replied, "Anan, you’ve grown up now; you should learn to peel eggs yourself."

When Anan wanted Shen Qinglan to take him to daycare, she just passed the responsibility to Fu Hengyi, "Let Daddy take you these few days."

After Fu Hengyi returned from dropping Anan off, Shen Qinglan was waiting for him in the living room, "Fu Hengyi, let’s go out on a date."

Her face was made up lightly, and she had changed her outfit.

Fu Hengyi looked at her unexpectedly, "Now?"

"Yes, right now."

"Didn’t you promise Anan yesterday that you would learn to make a cake for him today?" Shen Qinglan had made this promise to Anan during breakfast yesterday morning.

"I’ve already spoken to Aunt Liu. She will help me with it. You know my cooking skills are not good, making a cake would be a waste of ingredients, so let’s forget it." Aunt Liu made better cakes than Aunt Zhao, and Anan always liked them.

Shen Qinglan looked at Fu Hengyi, "Fu Hengyi, I want to take you out for dinner and a movie today, would you like that?"

Of course, Fu Hengyi would like that, he said with a slight smile, "It would be my honor."

Fu Hengyi changed his clothes and left the house with Shen Qinglan. They didn’t drive; instead, they strolled through the streets, walked into a nice-looking restaurant, had brunch, and then went to see a movie.

"Fu Hengyi, let’s borrow a bicycle and ride to the beach," Shen Qinglan suggested as they left the movie theater.

Fu Hengyi agreed with a "Sure."

In recent years, Beijing had introduced a bike-sharing service accessible via mobile phones. Riding at a leisurely pace, they headed towards the suburbs.

They passed by a higher education park that housed many universities, where numerous couples also rode bicycles, but they were all dressed like students. Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi were the only ones their age.

Some people looked at them curiously, while others cast envious glances their way.

Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi ignored these looks and chatted and laughed along their way.

In the evening, the couple went to pick up Anan from school together, marking the first time they both picked him up.

As Anan walked out of the school gate, he immediately spotted his parents and brightened up, running towards Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi. Fu Hengyi scooped his son up and placed him on his shoulders, "Let’s go, home now."

Anan sat on his father’s shoulders, and his laughter could be heard from afar.

The next day was Saturday, and since Anan didn’t have school, Fu Hengyi and Shen Qinglan decided to take him to an amusement park. Anan was thrilled and very excited on the way.

"Daddy, I want to ride the roller coaster. Last time, Haohao told me it was fun. I also want to ride the pirate ship, and," Anan listed the amusement park rides that Haohao had once talked about.

"Daddy, can we do these?"

"Some we can, but you are still too young for others. When you’re older, as big as Haohao, I’ll take you then."

Anan was slightly disappointed, but his disappointment quickly faded as soon as he saw the various amusement rides in the park.

Fu Hengyi was in charge of accompanying Anan on the rides, while Shen Qinglan took photos of them.

They still had time after leaving the amusement park, so the family of three went to have a meal. Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi originally planned to take Anan to the Youth Palace in the afternoon to select a hobby class, but on their way, Shen Qinglan received a call from Xu Xiangqian, claiming that an important guest wanted to meet her.

"You go ahead, I’ll take Anan," said Fu Hengyi.

Shen Qinglan thought for a moment. Choosing a course was not troublesome, so she nodded, got out of the car, and hailed a cab.

Fu Hengyi took his son to the Youth Palace. It was Anan’s first visit, and he looked around curiously, "Daddy, can I play with these?" he pointed to some building blocks. Fu Hengyi nodded, "Go ahead, but don’t go too far."

Anan acknowledged with a "Got it."

While Fu Hengyi learned about the various classes available at the Youth Palace, Anan played with other children in its playground.

Fu Hengyi had chosen a few age-appropriate classes for Anan and then let Anan make his own selections. Ultimately, Anan chose painting and handicrafts. Fu Hengyi went to confirm the class schedule and took care of the fees in the meantime.

"Daddy, these photos look great." While passing by a photo studio, Anan suddenly pointed at the promotional photos displayed outside. It was a children’s photography studio plastered with various portrait photos of children.

Fu Hengyi looked at his son. "Want to take a photo?" Anan nodded vigorously. Actually, Shen Qinglan took Anan for a portrait session every year, and with all the photos Shen Qinglan took on ordinary days, there were quite a lot of Anan’s photos at home. However, since he wanted to take more, and Fu Hengyi happened to have the time, he obliged.

Fu Hengyi found a place to park, carried Anan into the studio, and Anan had just finished taking a set in a little suit. As the studio staff was about to take Anan to change clothes, Fu Hengyi’s gaze landed on a pink princess dress hanging on the rack.

His gaze shifted over his son, seemingly thinking of something, he pointed to the dress and said, "Let’s try this on him."

The studio staff looked at Fu Hengyi in surprise. "This pink one?"

Fu Hengyi’s expression remained unchanged, "Just this one." He walked over directly and picked up the pink princess dress, with Anan curiously looking at the clothes in his father’s hand.

When the father and son walked out of the studio, Fu Hengyi had a USB drive in his hand, which contained the digital version of the photos taken that day. The printed photos would take a few more days to get ready.

That evening when Shen Qinglan returned home, Anan couldn’t wait to tell her about the photo shoot with his dad.

Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow. "Photos?" Anan nodded, "So pretty, with daddy."

Shen Qinglan was quite interested in the beautiful photos Anan mentioned and went upstairs to find Fu Hengyi.

Fu Hengyi was in the study looking at the photos on the computer. Seeing her come in, he waved her over.

When she clearly saw the photos on the screen, Shen Qinglan’s eyes widened in surprise.

In the photo, Anan was dressed in a pink princess gown, wearing a shoulder-length wig, with a beautiful pink lace hat on his head. His cheeks were rouged and a flower was stuck on his forehead.

Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, looking at Fu Hengyi, "Why did you put him in girls’ clothing?"

Across Fu Hengyi’s face spread a smile, "Don’t you think Anan looks pretty and cute in a dress?" If one ignored his gender, this was the adorable daughter he had always wanted.

Shen Qinglan stared at Fu Hengyi speechlessly. Right now, Anan’s concept of gender was still vague. When he grew up and saw these photos, he might hate him.

But speaking of which, Anan did look like a pretty little girl in women’s clothing. If taken out, others would definitely not think Anan was a boy.

"Fu Hengyi, Anan is a boy, you shouldn’t dress him in girls’ clothes, it’ll confuse his concept of gender," Shen Qinglan seriously said.

Fu Hengyi disagreed, "I’ve worn them before."

Shen Qinglan suddenly laughed. She had indeed forgotten about that. Fu Hengyi had once dressed as a woman for a mission, and it was Shen Qinglan who had done his makeup herself.

Not to mention anything else, both Fu Hengyi and Anan looked beautiful in women’s clothing; being attractive is an advantage.

The photos had been taken, and Shen Qinglan sat down to enjoy their son’s glorious beauty with Fu Hengyi.

However, Shen Qinglan strongly suspected that Fu Hengyi had dressed Anan in women’s clothing because he himself had once worn them too and was looking for balance from Anan.

Shen Qinglan looked through the photos one by one. "Fu Hengyi, you’re not afraid Anan will resent you when he grows up?"

"Let’s talk about that when he grows up." Who lets him still be small now?

Fu Hengyi even showed the photos to the two old gentlemen, who were all smiles, "Oh, Anan really looks like a little girl." Old Sir Fu stroked his beard, laughing with eyes full of affection.