"Pei, look at her! How could she speak such unpleasant words?" Meng Ying stomped her feet and looked at Fu Peng in grief. "Although I'm just your friend, she's not your wife. How could you support her this much?"
Fu Pei tilted his head to the side, and his eyes fell onto Fu Ting's pink cheeks that were charming and soft.
His usually stern eyes slowly became gentle, and the bob of his Adam's apple seemed languid yet sexy. He slowly opened his mouth and, in a hoarse voice, replied, "Well, I only support Little Fu Ting."
Meng Ying fell silent once more.
Her face that reddened in anger turned stern soon after. She was annoyed to death.
She had never seen Fu Pei so gentle... She should not underestimate Fu Ting.
Meng Ying had a strong suit for assessing things psychologically. She saw that Fu Ting and Fu Pei sit down face to face and start eating, but she did not leave.
She just stood by and looked at them; she knew they would not be able to eat in peace if she did this.
Who knew Fu Pei and Fu Ting could truly eat their food and ignore her existence entirely.
She saw first-hand Fu Ting placed the green onions she did not like into Fu Pei's bowl, and Fu Pei did not mind it one bit.
Meng Ying was in a trance. Did she come here to witness their lovey-dovey moments?
She tried to bear with it for a good while before she became antsy. She pretended to be cute as she chimed in, "Hey, Pei, why is Fu Ting calling you dad? What a strange way of addressing someone. She's like a fool."
"You talk too much." Fu Pei's eyes turned cold, and the ruthlessness in his eyes grew palpable. "You can't call her a fool," he scoffed. "Apologize to Little Fu Ting."
Meng Ying's face paled. She had known Fu Pei for so long, but he had never scolded her before.
There was a nagging feeling in her that told her to apologize. Otherwise, she might not be able to use him again...
Meng Ying was adaptable to circumstances. "I'm sorry, Fu Ting. I was talking nonsense about you."
Fu Ting's lips twitched and she turned around with the bowls at hand, her fluffy hair facing Meng Ying in the process.
Meng Ying was so embarrassed that she could not stay any longer, so she turned around and ran upstairs.
The heavy feeling in the air was lifted the minute she walked away. Fu Ting placed the chopsticks into the bowl and turned around. She glanced at Fu Pei and softly asked, "Dad, do you like Meng Ying?"
She knew that Meng Ying deceived her father and that it cost him a lot, but she did not know his feelings toward her. If her father had genuine feelings for Meng Ying, her mission would be harder to complete.
Fu Pei finished his meal quickly and leaned back at his seat. His wide eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curled up alluringly. "What? You're afraid that I'm not going to support you anymore if I have a girlfriend?"
"I just want to know what type of girl you like." Fu Ting's doe-like eyes blinked and her head lowered unconsciously. The chopsticks prodded her soft white face and made a small dent. She looked much like a cute and filial daughter.
Fu Pei stared at her for a few seconds and lowered his eyes. The corners of his eyes curved upward, and his expression looked impish and mischievous. "Well, for one, she should look prettier than you."
Fu Ting had a rough image in her mind. Her father was someone who attached great importance to good looks in people, thus her mother should be a particularly good-looking woman. She would look for her on this basis in the future.
She mulled over her thoughts for a while. She was thrust into the world—her era in the future—to her father, who never mentioned his love life even once.
It was a shame that she had very little information about her mother. It was not time yet, thus finding her mother was not a priority. She should first settle the setbacks her father would soon face.
"Dad, do you have any unfinished business?" Fu Ting asked this as she remembered a piece of writing blurred by water in her father's diary, and the date written on it was much older. She might have overlooked something important.
Fu Pei's long fingertips drew circles on the dinner table. He heard her words and paused for a few seconds, as though he remembered something. He shrugged lazily. "I might have one."
"What's that?" Fu Ting's small ears perked up.
Fu Pei lifted his eyebrows, looking unruly and ruthless. "I fell into a pool of water when I was five years old, and a boy rescued me. He then carried me to the hospital and took off his clothes for me to change. I've always wanted to find him to return him this favor. I don't want to always be concerned about it."
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Cen Juan: I'm just a nobody who lives by my father-in-law's words…
Sooner or later, however, I'll take over the spotlight.