The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 526 - 529. In his childhood, Mr. Fu had three bear incidents

Chapter 526: 529. In his childhood, Mr. Fu had three bear incidents

Anan timidly extended his little hand and closed his eyes, not daring to look at Fu Hengyi, "Daddy, I was wrong."

Shen Qinglan saw this from the side and wanted to say something to Fu Hengyi. With a glance from him, Shen Qinglan immediately shut her mouth. This time, Anan really had been too naughty and deserved some proper discipline. Moreover, she and Fu Hengyi had set clear rules: when one was disciplining their son, the other was to only watch and not interfere.

Fearing she might become soft-hearted, Shen Qinglan stood up and said, "I am going to take a shower."

When Anan heard Shen Qinglan’s voice, he peeked open his eyes, "Mommy," he said in a pitiable tone.

The fear and helplessness in the child’s voice caused Shen Qinglan to hesitate for a moment, but it was only a few seconds before she stepped away.

Fu Hengyi looked straight at his son, "Anan, those who make mistakes must face punishment, daddy has told you."

Anan looked back at his daddy, tears swirling in his eyes, "Daddy, I know I was wrong. I’ll never dare to steal other people’s things again, Daddy."

Fu Hengyi, seeing his son’s pitiful state, nearly softened, but the moment he thought about how the two children under seven had dared to climb up to the stove and steal chicken soup to drink, he was both scared and angry. What if the chicken soup had spilled and fallen on the children? The consequences were too awful to imagine.

Moreover, there had been no one in the kitchen at the time. If by any chance it had caught fire, it could have led to a disaster. This was a first offence, and if he didn’t teach the boy a lesson, the little rascal would only grow more unruly.

With that thought, Fu Hengyi’s just-softened heart hardened again, "This time, since it’s your first, I will only spank you three times."

"Daddy, can you not spank me? I really won’t dare to do it again."

"What do you think?"

Anan wanted to cry; whenever he cried, mommy would surely soften, and then daddy wouldn’t dare to hit him. Thinking this, Anan was about to wail when Fu Hengyi glared fiercely, saying with a stern face, "If you cry out loud, I will add one more spank."

Anan choked back his impending wails, looking pitifully at Fu Hengyi, who remained unmoved. He was determined to discipline this mischievous child today, and no one should tell him that as a parent, he should reason and not hit. "Hold out your hand."

Anan held out his hand, with his cries stuck in his throat. Fu Hengyi’s ruler rose and fell on Anan’s hand with a "smack," which left Anan startled. Feeling the burning pain, he immediately burst into tears.

But Fu Hengyi did not relent, and the remaining two spanks landed swiftly, turning the palm of Anan’s hand red. Anan’s cries were heart-rending. He had never been spanked before; whenever he did something wrong in the past, Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi would usually reason with him. This was the first time Fu Hengyi resorted to hitting.

He had said three spanks, so Fu Hengyi did not add any more. Placing the ruler aside, he watched Anan cry without consoling him.

Anan stood in front of Fu Hengyi, crying until his voice was hoarse. Shen Qinglan listened to her son’s cries in the room, her heart aching. She hesitated for a long time but ultimately did not go out. Going out at this time would make Anan think that daddy was the bad one, and mommy was the good one. It would lead Anan to drift away from Fu Hengyi.

"Stop crying," Fu Hengyi commanded, his face stern. His severe countenance could frighten even his soldiers, let alone Anan. Indeed, as soon as Fu Hengyi spoke, Anan dared not cry anymore and looked at Fu Hengyi with red-rimmed eyes.

"Do you understand why daddy spanked you today?"

Anan nodded.

"Speak."

"Because... because... me and Xiao Jie... brother stole... things to eat."

"Anything else?"

"We... didn’t have permission."

"You’re wrong in two ways," the first, eating someone’s things without their permission is wrong; the second, children shouldn’t go near sources of fire. The chicken soup was still boiling on the stove. Did Daddy and Mommy tell you things on the stove and hot water kettles are things children should not touch?"

Anan nodded, "Daddy, I know I was wrong."

"Will you dare to do it again next time?"

"No, I won’t."

Fu Hengyi saw that his son was good at admitting his mistakes, and his eyes were red-rimmed, even the tip of his nose was red, and his eyes were rimmed with tears that seemed ready to fall but didn’t. He eventually stopped scolding him, lifted him onto his lap, and Anan’s little body shuddered slightly, as if he was afraid Fu Hengyi would hit him again. Fu Hengyi paused for a moment, picked up Anan’s left hand that had been spanked, and looked at it, "Does it hurt?"

Anan nodded, his voice low, "It hurts."

"If you dare to do something so dangerous again, Daddy will still spank you. Do you remember that?"

"I remember."

Fu Hengyi gently blew on it, stood up holding his son, went to the medicine cabinet to get some ointment, and gently rubbed it into Anan’s palm. The cool sensation from the ointment took away the burning pain, and Anan’s little brows gradually relaxed, but his small face still looked unhappy.

Quietly nestled in Fu Hengyi’s arms, Shen Qinglan stealthily opened the bedroom door to take a look, saw that father and son were getting along reasonably well, and then closed the door again, at ease, she walked into the bathroom.

"Anan, Daddy didn’t just spank you because he was angry but also because you made Daddy and Mommy worry. If the fire from the stove had caused a blaze, or if that boiling chicken soup had spilled on you and burned you, do you know how sad Daddy and Mommy would have been?"

Anan listened quietly to Fu Hengyi, "Daddy, I won’t dare to do it again." He really knew he was wrong.

"Does it still hurt now?" Fu Hengyi picked up his son’s hand to take a closer look, it was still red, but Anan shook his head, "It doesn’t hurt anymore."

Fu Hengyi touched his son’s small face, "Daddy will take you to brush your teeth and wash up."

Anan nodded.

Fu Hengyi held his son, gave him a bath, and brushed his teeth. Anan lay in bed, looking at Daddy, Fu Hengyi was applying ointment to him again, earlier the water during the bath had washed the ointment away.

Anan, having been spanked, still held a bit of fear toward Fu Hengyi. The little guy who used to be very chatty and wouldn’t stop talking was exceptionally quiet today, having barely spoken since the bath.

Although Fu Hengyi had controlled his strength, as a child’s skin is delicate, Anan’s palm was still very red. Seeing that his son wasn’t speaking, and knowing the events of today made him fearful, Fu Hengyi thought for a moment and then gently spoke, "Actually, Daddy was spanked when he was young too, and more times than you."

Anan immediately became curious, "Daddy was spanked too?"

Fu Hengyi nodded, "Yes, Daddy was naughty as a child sometimes, and your great-grandfather would whip me with a whip."

"What’s a whip?" Anan had never seen a whip.

"Didn’t you see it on TV last time?" Fu Hengyi reminded his son, "It’s very long and held in the hand."

Anan remembered, "Daddy, does it hurt to be hit with a whip?"

"Of course, it hurts, much more than today’s spanking with a ruler."

Anan remembered the pain in his palm from the spanking he received from Daddy today. He already thought it was very painful; if it were more painful than that, it must be terribly sore. "Daddy, did you cry?"

"You think Daddy is like you, crying at the drop of a hat?"

"I don’t believe it, you must have cried too." Chatting, Anan started to get close to Fu Hengyi again, completely forgetting that the man in front of him had just spanked him an hour ago. At that time, he had thought to himself that he would never bother with Daddy again.

"Then Daddy, why did great-grandfather spank you?" In Anan’s memory, Old Sir Fu was a very kind old grandfather, who was so good to him. Whatever Anan wanted, he would give, never willing to utter a harsh word to him.

"Because Daddy was disobedient."

"Why were you disobedient, Daddy?" Anan was very curious about his father’s childhood.

Fu Hengyi looked into his son’s eyes, which were strikingly similar to Shen Qinglan’s, and for some reason, his mind suddenly drifted to Shen Qinglan as a child. After she learned to walk, she liked to follow behind the boys, clutching a doll in her hands. Chu Yunrong liked to dress her in various princess gowns, her hair braided into little plaits, sometimes even topped with a tiny tiara, appearing like a large Barbie doll holding a small one.

"Brother, wait for me." Her sweet, childish voice, soft and sticky, would cry when she couldn’t keep up, but she was easily consoled—with just one candy, she would immediately beam with joy.

Fu Hengyi’s gaze turned tender in an instant, "Want to know?" He looked down at his son.

Anan nodded vigorously; he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to hear some gossip with ease.

"When Daddy was a boy, he was very naughty too, climbing trees to take birds’ nests, wading into water to catch fish, even sneaking into people’s fields to steal their sweet potatoes..." Fu Hengyi told Anan about the mischief he got into as a child.

Although Fu Hengyi lived in the Military District, his grandmother had relatives in the countryside. The two families had a very close relationship and often visited each other. During summer vacation, Grandma would take him to visit their relatives in the countryside, sometimes accompanied by Shen Junyu.

Children from the city were curious about everything in the countryside, and both the Fu Family and the Shen Family, hailing from military and political backgrounds, never coddled boys. Shen Junyu and Fu Hengyi were both tough; especially Fu Hengyi who, being a few years older than Shen Junyu, naturally became the ringleader when playing with cousins and without Old Sir Fu’s discipline, he was a model of unruliness. Anan’s behavior today was nothing compared to his.

Fu Hengyi first got a spanking for damaging the villagers’ wheat fields.

It was a weekend, and Grandma Fu took Fu Hengyi and Shen Junyu to the countryside for a green outing. While the adults were chatting, Fu Hengyi and Shen Junyu slipped away and stumbled across vast wheat fields. Not recognizing that it was wheat, they just saw green fields and thought they were grasslands, romping around carelessly until the adults noticed the fields were heavily trampled. Old Sir Fu had to apologize to the villagers and compensate for the damage. After returning home, he severely whipped Fu Hengyi with a belt.

At that time, Fu Hengyi’s parents were still alive, and he hadn’t yet become the taciturn and precocious young man he was later. He screamed and ran around the courtyard, chased by Old Sir Fu with a whip, and the whole compound could hear the sound of Old Sir Fu disciplining his grandson.

Fu Hengyi had a nature that remembered the treats but forgot the beatings; as a child, he was full of mischief and, along with Shen Junyu, they were the two little tyrants of the Military District. If not for the blow of losing his parents, perhaps there wouldn’t be the Fu Hengyi of today.

Shen Qinglan didn’t see Fu Hengyi come back for a long time, so she stepped out of the bedroom. Just as she approached her son’s room, she heard Fu Hengyi’s deep, magnetic voice. She stood at the door and listened for a while.

The two, one narrating, the other listening—occasionally Anan would ask Fu Hengyi some questions. It was a very warm father-son moment. She smiled, listening for a while at the door, before turning back to the bedroom.

When Fu Hengyi returned, it was already an hour later; Shen Qinglan was almost asleep.

"Is Anan asleep?" Shen Qinglan asked him.

Fu Hengyi nodded and sat down on the other side of the bed, "He’s asleep now." He had talked about a lot of things, which Anan found very interesting. If it weren’t for him being too tired in the end, he probably wouldn’t have been willing to sleep.

"Do you feel sorry?" Shen Qinglan asked him, her eyes smiling. Although Fu Hengyi hadn’t shown it, she just intuitively felt that this man felt sorry.

Fu Hengyi nodded without hesitation; he had raised Anan hands-on since birth. Feeding him milk, changing diapers, washing those diapers, soothing him to sleep—all done by himself, though the main reason was to spare Shen Qinglan trouble, to make it easier for his wife. But his investment in the child was substantial; before Anan was a hundred days old, the time he spent taking care of the child was even longer than Shen Qinglan’s.

He had watched his son grow up bit by bit. Although he often complained that his son competed with him for his wife’s attention, he had never actually hit him. Seeing him today crying his heart out in anguish, to say he wasn’t distressed would be a lie.

"Boys are tough; a couple of hits won’t hurt them." Knowing he was genuinely concerned, Shen Qinglan spoke softly to comfort him.

Fu Hengyi looked at her sideways, "Don’t tell me you’re not worried."

"I am worried, but seeing you like this, I feel less so." In an effort to appease their son, the man before her had even shared embarrassing stories from his own childhood. It was clear who felt more concern.

In truth, Fu Hengyi was indeed a great father. He could sense any slight offness in his son immediately, like today. After Anan had been punished, he began to feel a sense of fear and estrangement towards his father. Fu Hengyi had dissolved those negative feelings in Anan’s heart using a few embarrassing moments from his own childhood, repairing the father-son relationship to its original state, no, perhaps now it was even closer than before.

With this in mind, she looked at Fu Hengyi, "Tell me, what other earth-shattering things did you do when you were young?" She had listened at the door to their son’s room earlier, but hadn’t heard everything clearly.

Fu Hengyi, who had long known someone was outside the door, looked at her with a teasing gaze, "Didn’t you just overhear it?"

"I didn’t hear it clearly, I want to hear it from you." She had once heard Chu Yunrong mention one or two of Fu Hengyi and Shen Junyu’s glorious deeds.

Recalling his childhood, Fu Hengyi’s eyes grew distant, "Those are things of the past, nothing worth mentioning." How could he possibly reveal his embarrassing moments to his wife?

"If you won’t tell me, one day I’ll ask Aunt or Grandpa."

"Really, there’s nothing much to it, just stuff like climbing trees to get bird eggs, or wading in water to catch fish and shrimp. My grandma was still alive back then. She often took me to the countryside." It was just that later on, after his parents died, he took a heavy blow and his personality changed a lot. Not long after that, his grandma passed away too, and he was left at home with just his aunt and grandpa, and his demeanor became more serious. His aunt and grandpa were busy with their work and had no time to take him to the countryside, so gradually, Fu Hengyi also forgot about those things.

"Fu Hengyi, do you remember anything about my childhood?" Shen Qinglan asked him.

Fu Hengyi nodded; of course he remembered. Shen Qinglan was the only girl in her generation of the Shen Family, and the Fu and Shen families had been friends for generations. Even before Shen Qinglan was born while still in Chu Yunrong’s womb, Fu Hengyi often heard about her from Chu Yunrong.

After Shen Qinglan was born, Fu Hengyi would often visit the Shen Family to see this little sister.

"You don’t remember?" Fu Hengyi asked.

Shen Qinglan shook her head, "I don’t have a clear memory, just vague fragments, and they’re incomplete." Most of her childhood memories consisted of training and missions; she retained only scattered pieces of her earlier years. Also, because of her past, Chu Yunrong didn’t bring up her childhood, leaving her with almost no impression of her younger years. If there was any impression at all, it was perhaps from photo albums Chu Yunrong had collected.

When Fu Hengyi recalled Shen Qinglan’s younger years, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes, "As a child, you were a girl who loved to laugh, and you were easily amused. Anything could keep you cheerful for hours. Seeing you was like seeing the sun. You never seemed to know what sadness was. The girls were few in the Military District, and you, being beautiful and adorable, were well-liked by everyone."

As Fu Hengyi spoke of some details of Shen Qinglan’s childhood, she didn’t have much recollection of what he mentioned, but she could imagine such scenes.

If she had followed a normal trajectory in life, she might have been a typical daughter of a wealthy family, coddled and cherished, naive and innocent, oblivious to the world.

"Fu Hengyi, do you think we would have ended up married if I had never left home?"

Fu Hengyi frowned slightly; he had never considered such a hypothetical, "There isn’t such an ’if’ scenario."

"I’m asking you to imagine it. If I had never left the Shen Family, I probably would be a girl spoiled by them, and might carry some of the flaws of a rich family daughter. With that in mind, do you think we would still end up together?" Shen Qinglan suddenly found this hypothesis interesting.

Fu Hengyi couldn’t picture such a scenario, but he thought that if it were true, they likely wouldn’t have ended up together. After all, if Shen Qinglan had never left the Shen Family, to him, she would just be Shen Junyu’s sister, his younger sister, and his feelings for her would be more fraternal. Moreover, given his own disposition, he would probably not be attracted to a little girl.

Although Shen Qinglan was much younger, her psychological age was far beyond her peers and she possessed a maturity and wisdom that her contemporaries lacked. That might be what attracted him to Shen Qinglan.

"I’m not fond of little girls," Fu Hengyi answered.

Shen Qinglan also considered such a possibility and smiled, "Let’s not talk about this anymore, let’s go to sleep. You’ll have time for Anan’s birthday the day after tomorrow, right?"

Fu Hengyi nodded. He had promised before that he would accompany Anan to the amusement park on his birthday.

"Fu Hengyi, let’s have another daughter," Shen Qinglan said sleepily, and suddenly Fu Hengyi heard her speak.

Fu Hengyi raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t we agree to not consider this matter for a while?"

"Fu Hengyi, don’t you think it would be very happy to have a daughter who looks a lot like me? You can dress her in many beautiful clothes, braid her hair, and she will act spoiled in your arms, softly and endearingly calling you Daddy," Shen Qinglan tempted him.

Fu Hengyi’s eyes were deep, "It’s enough for me to take care of you." He did want a daughter, but risking his wife’s safety was out of the question.

Shen Qinglan just felt tired. Fu Hengyi was almost always indulgent towards her and hardly ever said no to her, except he was particularly stubborn on this matter, no matter how she tempted him, he wouldn’t bite. The self-control that usually crumbled in front of her was astonishingly strong at times like this.

Could it be that she really had to use the method Fang Tong mentioned? Shen Qinglan felt that if she really used that method, Fu Hengyi would definitely be angry once he found out, but by then she would probably be pregnant, and she did not believe Fu Hengyi would still be willing to be angry with her.

Anyway, she had come to the Military Region this time determined to have a daughter with Fu Hengyi. Fu Hengyi was already 37 years old; it would be too late if they didn’t start. So, she would stay longer in the Military Region this time. Today was only the first day; she had plenty of time.

Since Anan was coming to the Military Region to celebrate his birthday with Fu Hengyi, the family had already celebrated Anan’s birthday in advance a few days ago, and Anan had received so many gifts and red envelopes that his hands were soft from holding them. Allen even sent a birthday gift to Anan from abroad.

After Chen Wanqiao’s recovery, Peter had conducted the most thorough physical examination for her. Although it was impossible for her to have children in the next three to five years, with careful recuperation, there was hope within ten years. This was already the best news for Chen Wanqiao, considering that the doctor had previously given her a death sentence.

After leaving the prescription for Chen Wanqiao’s recuperation, Peter and Allen returned to Y country, but Allen would come to visit Anan regularly, and never met with Shen Qinglan. Every time, it was Peter who came to pick up Anan to meet him, and then sent Anan back when the time came.

Anan knew that today his mommy and daddy were taking him to the amusement park. He got up early, dressed himself, and didn’t need Shen Qinglan’s help.

Fu Hengyi had already prepared breakfast for the two of them, and the family of three went out after eating.

At the entrance of the amusement park, they saw Han Yi and Yu Xiaoxuan waiting there; the two families had agreed to play together today.

When Guoguo saw Anan, she immediately broke free from Yu Xiaoxuan’s embrace, running towards Anan. She hugged Anan tightly, happily shouting, "Brother An’an."

Anan patted her little head and said like a little adult, "Guoguo, you’ve grown taller again."

"Brother An’an, happy birthday!" Guoguo said in a milky voice. While speaking, she took out a lollipop and a few pieces of chocolate from her pocket, "Brother An’an, this is my birthday gift for you. Do you like it?"

Anan took the candies and nodded, "I really like them. Thank you, Sister Guoguo."

Han Yi, however, watched Anan with jealousy. He had asked Guoguo for lollipops and chocolates several times before, but Guoguo kept them, unwilling to give them away, saying she was saving them for Anan.

It was said that girls tend to be more extroverted, and that was indeed true, especially his own who could do without her daddy in the presence of Anan.

Anan walked ahead, holding Guoguo’s hand, while Han Yi followed behind them, looking at his daughter with a face full of grievance.

"Guoguo, you must be tired from walking, let Daddy carry you," Han Yi said after seeing his daughter only caring about talking to Anan and not paying attention to him. He stepped forward, his face tinged with a pleading smile.

Guoguo did not even glance at her daddy, and shook her head, "I’m not tired, I want to walk with Brother An’an." Han Yi looked injured.

After a while, Han Yi held a bottle of water, "Guoguo, you must be thirsty after walking so much, have some water."

Guoguo shook her head, "I don’t want it." She looked at the water bottle in Anan’s hand, "Brother An’an, I want to drink from that one."

Anan handed her the water cup, "Drink."

Guoguo held the water cup and took a couple of sips, completely ignoring Han Yi.

Han Yi turned his head towards Yu Xiaoxuan, seeking consolation, but she was thoroughly ignoring him, chatting and laughing with Shen Qinglan.

Seeing this, Han Yi felt increasingly disheartened, feeling as if he were a little head of unloved cabbage. His eyes darted about before settling on Fu Hengyi, "Anan probably likes to play games like roller coasters, right? Why don’t you take him to play?"

As long as Anan is distracted, his daughter will start to pay attention to him, Han Yi thought. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Fu Hengyi, having heard this, didn’t even spare him a glance.

"Daddy, I want to play on the roller coaster." Anan had heard what Han Yi said and was indeed very interested in this amusement ride.

"Brother An’an, I want to play on the roller coaster too." As soon as Guoguo heard Anan was going to play on the roller coaster, she became anxious and held Anan’s hand, refusing to let go.

"Guoguo, you’re too young, you can’t play on the roller coaster." Han Yi tried to persuade his daughter, pointing at the Ferris wheel not far away, "How about Daddy takes you to ride on the Ferris wheel?"

Guoguo shook her head, "No, I want to be with Brother An’an."

Anan looked towards Fu Hengyi, "Daddy, can little sister Guoguo ride the roller coaster?"

Fu Hengyi shook his head, "Little sister is too young."

Hearing this, Anan furrowed his little brow in thought, "Then let’s go ride the carousel. Daddy, can little sister ride the carousel?"

Fu Hengyi knew he was referring to the merry-go-round and nodded in agreement.

Anan, holding Guoguo’s hand, said, "Come on, let’s go ride the carousel." Guoguo, knowing she could play with her brother, immediately smiled.

While sitting on the merry-go-round, Han Yi originally wanted to ride with Guoguo on the same horse, but she rejected him, "Daddy, you should sit with Mommy. I want to be with Brother An’an; I don’t want you."

Repeatedly rejected by his daughter, Han Yi felt quite melancholic, "Guoguo, if you don’t sit with Daddy, Daddy will be sad."

To his surprise, Guoguo, without even lifting her head, replied, "Mommy said you’re always sad, it’s like you’re made of copper walls and iron battlements." She didn’t understand what ’copper walls and iron battlements’ meant; she merely repeated Yu Xiaoxuan’s words exactly.

Han Yi was distraught and looked at Yu Xiaoxuan with a plaintive expression, only to receive a roll of her eyes in response. Honestly, Han Yi’s ploy had already stopped working on her.

Shen Qinglan had already taken the two kids onto the same batch of carousel horses, with Guoguo sitting in front and Anan behind.

The two little ones were laughing happily on the carousel horses, while Yu Xiaoxuan was busy snapping photos with her camera, completely ignoring Han Yi sulking to the side.

Shen Qinglan saw Han Yi’s expression and laughed, whispering to Fu Hengyi, "If you had a daughter, would you be the same way?"

Fu Hengyi glanced at her lightly, "That’s why we don’t want a daughter. What if we had one and I started neglecting you? What then?"

Shen Qinglan felt as though she had dug herself into a hole, gave Fu Heng a look, and turned to watch her son. This topic couldn’t continue, otherwise Fu Hengyi would certainly list all the reasons not to have a daughter one by one.

"Guoguo, tired from playing? Daddy bought you an ice cream; come over here and eat." Han Yi held out a strawberry ice cream, gesturing to Guoguo.

Guoguo ran over. Han Yi was delighted; his daughter still preferred him after all. He scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and brought it to Guoguo’s mouth, "Open up."

Guoguo shook her head, insisting on eating by herself, so Han Yi handed the ice cream over to Guoguo. Unexpectedly, Guoguo ran to Anan’s side and gave him the whole ice cream. "Brother An’an, my daddy bought ice cream for you to eat."

Han Yi, seeing this scene, had a dark expression on his face.

Shen Qinglan and Yu Xiaoxuan exchanged a glance and couldn’t help but smile. Fu Hengyi, on the other hand, gave Han Yi a sympathetic look. Being disliked by his daughter to such an extent, tsk tsk.

Shen Qinglan asked Yu Xiaoxuan in a low voice, "Is Han Yi always like this at home?"

Yu Xiaoxuan looked disdainfully at Han Yi, "He’s always like this. Whenever Guoguo gets a bit closer to other boys, he gets jealous. Just ignore him." Also, because Han Yi was too protective over his daughter, Guoguo was actually quite repulsed by him.

"What will we do when Guoguo gets married in the future?" Shen Qinglan was somewhat curious.

"I reckon he’s never even thought about that. He just hopes Guoguo will never grow up and stay his little girl forever in his arms." Yu Xiaoxuan had long seen through Han Yi; he was a complete slave to his daughter, without a doubt.

Yu Xiaoxuan’s eyes twinkled as she said in a soft voice, "I think Mr. Fu from your family is not much different." Didn’t she notice the way Fu Hengyi looked at Guoguo was even more affectionate than when he looked at Anan. And she certainly hadn’t forgotten the initial months of Shen Qinglan’s pregnancy.

Shen Qinglan heard this and exchanged a smile with Yu Xiaoxuan. She had to admit she felt the same way.

In the afternoon, Fu Hengyi took Anan to play in some more thrilling rides, like bumper cars and roller coasters. Finally, Han Yi had the chance to take his daughter out alone.

Dinner was also enjoyed together by both families. Han Yi placed the peeled shrimp in his daughter’s bowl, but then Guoguo very quickly passed the shrimp to Anan, "Brother An’an, you eat the shrimp."

Han Yi looked at the pile of shrimp shells in front of him and said glumly to Guoguo, "Daddy wants to eat shrimp too."

"Then you peel them yourself," Guoguo said without any hesitation.

Han Yi’s face darkened once again, and then he glared at Fu Hengyi. Fu Hengyi returned the stare calmly.

Yu Xiaoxuan watched this scene with a gleeful smile. Seemingly feeling that the provocation towards Han Yi wasn’t sufficient, she asked her daughter, "Guoguo, do you really like Brother An a lot?"

Guoguo nodded, "Yes."

"Then when you grow up, would you like to be Brother An’an’s bride?" Guoguo nodded again.

"Okay."

"No!" Three voices spoke up simultaneously, the first was Guoguo’s, followed by Han Yi and Anan’s.

Han Yi was reluctant to give away his daughter in marriage, so of course, he would say no, but Anan also said no. Han Yi felt a bit unhappy with this rejection from his daughter’s affections; he looked at Anan and asked, "Why not?"

"Because Guoguo is a little sister."

Hearing this, Han Yi’s expression eased. Yu Xiaoxuan, undeterred, asked Anan, "Don’t you like Guoguo?"

"I do," Anan said without hesitation.

"So why don’t you want Guoguo to be your bride? Just because she is a little sister?"

"Yes, how can a little sister be a bride?" Anan answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Seeing this, Han Yi looked at Anan with immense satisfaction. But Guoguo started crying, startling everyone present.

"What’s wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden? Baby, tell daddy why you’re crying," Han Yi said with a concerned tone, embracing his precious daughter to comfort her.

"Brother An’an, I don’t want to be separated from you," Guoguo sobbed.

Everyone was shocked; when had they ever talked about separating the two little ones?

"Silly girl, Brother An’an is right here; I’m not going anywhere," Han Yi said gently to soothe his daughter.

"But if I’m not a bride, then I can’t play with Brother An’an anymore," Guoguo said with tears on her face, looking aggrieved.

At this, Shen Qinglan laughed softly and said, "Little sisters can also play with their brothers."

Sniffling, Guoguo looked at Shen Qinglan, "Auntie, is that true? If I don’t become Brother An’an’s bride, can I still play with him when I grow up?"

"Of course, you can."

Guoguo’s tears turned to laughter immediately.

Han Yi watched this and felt even more disheartened. His daughter’s heart was full of thoughts for Anan; what was he supposed to do without his daughter’s attention?

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At night, Shen Qinglan put Anan to sleep first before going to take a shower. Fu Hengyi poured her a glass of milk, "Drink the milk first."

Shen Qinglan frowned, "Fu Hengyi, I’m not Anan."

"Anan listens better than you; he drinks his milk obediently." Shen Qinglan’s sleep quality hadn’t been very good lately, and having milk before bed could help promote sleep.

Shen Qinglan looked sternly at Fu Hengyi and, seeing he wouldn’t compromise, she took the milk and downed it in one go. Her brows lightly furrowed; she really didn’t like the fishy taste of milk.

Fu Hengyi casually placed the cup from her hand aside, lowered his head and kissed her lips, playing and chasing for a long while before he let her go. "Does it taste good?"

There was an ambiguous silver thread hanging from the corner of her mouth, her cheeks slightly flushed from the lack of oxygen, "Not bad." Shen Qinglan said calmly, after so much intimacy with him, her skin had grown somewhat thicker.

Fu Hengyi raised an eyebrow slightly, with a meaningful look, and said, "Then let’s continue." With that, he rolled over and pinned Shen Qinglan beneath him on the bed.

Shen Qinglan’s eyes flickered, thinking about her plan to have a daughter, and pushed Fu Hengyi away, "Go take a shower first."

"We can go together after we’re finished," Fu Hengyi said.

"Go now, I’ll wait for you."

Fu Hengyi looked at her steadily for a few seconds, then smiled faintly, "As you command, my lady."

Once Fu Hengyi went in, Shen Qinglan quickly got up, took something out of the nightstand drawer, and then put it back in its original place.