Meng Ying's family conditions were not good; she would not have dropped out of school early to work in Black Boxing Club had they lived a good life.
She was financially troubled with no money on her own, yet she still looked down on the poor.
Moreover, she had never stepped foot in Fu Pei's basement when he used to live there.
As she ogled at this somewhat luxurious house, she mentally made a calculation and concluded that this house could be sold for a lot of money. When she turned to face Fu Pei, her face became exceptionally gentle. "See, Pei, I told you: As long as you go back home and lower your pride before your parents, they won't ignore you. Now, look at your new home. I'm so happy for you! By the way, how much money did they give you apart from this house?"
Fu Pei's face turned stern, and his handsome contorted into annoyance. Although he felt it sizzling, he suppressed his anger as he wanted to spare her feelings.
Fu Ting, however, was different. "It's none of your business to care about how much money my dad has," she refuted, a frown on her face as she did so. "Why do you care so much? Do you want it?"
Meng Ying's face slowly darkened, and she cursed Fu Ting inwardly. She bit her ruby lips in frustration, her gaze cast downward. "How's that even possible? You shouldn't misunderstand me... I just care about Pei."
Her head rose to look at Fu Ting and she, in disbelief, asked, "Are you calling Pei your dad? What's your relationship with him?"
Fu Pei gave her a mere glance, a look of indifference. "Don't talk about things that aren't your business."
Meng Ying fell silent for a few seconds before she recalled her motive. She smiled with her eyebrows curved upward. "Well, Pei... Something happened to my family's house. It was taken away by the landlord, and now I have no place to go at the moment. Can I stay here with you for a few days?"
The second she heard her, Fu Ting smelled something fishy right off the bat. She looked at Fu Pei from where she stood, and her eyes screamed at him, 'Don't, Dad!'
Fu Pei did not see Fu Ting's signals, merely lowering his eyes slightly. While he was unwilling to agree, he remembered that Meng Ying was the one who stood by his side when he was troubled.
He pondered for a while. His sturdy arms were relaxed at his sides, and his eyes seemed to be at ease. "We usually have classes, so you can only come over on weekends."
"That's perfect, Pei. Thank you," Meng Ying replied as she could barely hide her surprise. While Fu Pei lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, she deliberately lifted her chin and gave Fu Ting a smug smile.
She originally thought that Fu Pei had a girlfriend and would no longer give her special treatment.
Now, it appeared that this girl called Fu Ting was not enough to be a threat.
Fu Ting pursed her lips and turned around sullenly. She went to the kitchen to busy herself with dinner.
In normal days, Fu Pei and Fu Ting both had classes and would eat in the school canteen. Therefore, she was the chef during weekends.
Fu Ting was the daughter of a highly-rated actor in her previous life, so she was a pampered girl who never cooked at all.
It was only after her father's death that she had to be independent and thus learned how to cook.
As Fu Pei died of a terminal illness, Fu Ting learned to cook healthy meals meant to keep the body fit.
Fu Pei and her ate together, so there were only two people. Fu Ting, who was an expert in cutting down expenses, only made some scallop porridge and small pancakes that were good for the stomach.
When the scallop porridge and small golden pancakes were served on the table, the food smelled very good. Meng Ying could not help but swallow her saliva. The food smelled too good! They even smelled better than what she had smelled in five-star hotels.
Fu Ting looked through her intentions and icily sneered, "You can stay here, but you must go out to find your own food. We don't have much money and can't afford another person."
Meng Ying was stunned.
Fu Ting put Fu Pei's chopsticks and hers in place, and she continued, "You know that my dad's life is difficult, yet you're shameless enough to ask for a meal. Is that logical?"
A blush seared its way across Meng Ying's cheeks. She stared at Fu Ting, unable to reply.
Fu Pei balled his fist and held it against his mouth to stop the incoming smile.
He glanced at the little girl's pouting pink cheeks. His eyes seemed to dilate, and it tempted him so much to pull her into his arms in an embrace.
Sh*t!
How could she be so obedient and nice?
She even protected the food.
She behaved like an actual kitten!