Fu Yanqing only drank soup at the Fu residence. Fu Junyu was afraid that he would go hungry.
After leaving the Fu residence, he asked the driver to drive to the Chinese restaurant that the father and son often patronized.
What he did not expect was that he would meet the mother and his daughter in the Chinese restaurant that the father and son often frequented.
These consecutive coincidences made him feel disgusted and annoyed.
In order to get close to him and attract his attention, this woman even knew about the restaurants and hotels he often stayed in. In order to get to the top, she would really do anything.
Suppressing the disgust and disgust in his heart, Fu Junyu carried Fu Yanqing and sat down by the window.
In order to avoid meeting the woman's gaze, Fu Junyu deliberately sat down with his back facing her.
This way, Fu Yanqing's gaze would meet the woman's eyes if he looked up. Hence, Fu Junyu said directly, "Don't look at someone you shouldn't."
Fu Yanqing knew that his father didn't like that mother and daughter pair, but he didn't know why he felt a unique sense of closeness to that unfamiliar mother and daughter pair.
Although he was extremely mature, he was, after all, only five years old. The feelings he couldn't understand was automatically internalized as the effect of seeing a replica of his face.
Fu Yanqing looked up at Fu Junyu and asked him seriously, "Dad, will there be two people who look exactly the same in this world?"
The father and son were VIP customers of the Chinese restaurant. As soon as the father and son sat down, the dishes were served immediately.
When Fu Yanqing asked this question, Fu Junyu was scooping shrimp steamed with eggs into Fu Yanqing's bowl. "Yes."
His cold and elegant voice sounded out at the dining table. It was very frosty.
Fu Yanqing did not ask any more questions. He didn't say anything as he ate. He picked up a spoon and ate the shrimp and egg custard.
When Song Nian saw the interaction between Fu Junyu and his son, she felt a little comforted.
At least, Fu Junyu still had some conscience in his treatment towards her son.
However, this insignificant conscience alone could not resolve the hatred in her heart.
Song Nian's feelings for Fu Junyu were complicated. The birth of the twins was after all, due to her union with Fu Junyu, even though she was forced into it.
Although the Song family was the main culprit behind the separation of the mother and son, the Fu family and Fu Junyu were not completely innocent!
Her return this time was not only to take revenge on the Song family for snatching her son back. If the Fu family stopped her, she would not be polite towards them as well.
Looking at Fu Yanqing eating the egg custard obediently, Song Nian's peach blossom eyes rippled with gentleness and was full of love as she looked at her son, whom she had not seen for five years.
Knowing that she couldn't make it too obvious, Song Nian endured the pain and looked away towards Song Suisui. "Are you full?"
"Beautiful Lady…"
"Call me Mommy."
Song Suisui pouted. "Beautiful Lady, wait for me. I'm going to the washroom."
Song Nian looked at Song Suisui lovingly. "Are you really going to the washroom?"
Song Suisui nodded and looked at Song Nian eagerly. "Look into my sincere big eyes, of course I am."
Her phone vibrated. Song Nian picked it up and looked at it. "You only have five minutes."
"Oh yeah, thank you, Beautiful Lady. Wait for me. I'll be back soon."
Looking at Song Suisui's small figure running away, Song Nian shook her head and smiled helplessly. She looked down at the message from Song Wanwan: [Queen, regarding the wedding dress design, can I invite you to our house to discuss the details?]
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding." The wind chimes sounded, and the restaurant welcomed new customers.
Song Nian looked up from the phone. The beautiful Song Wanwan, who was wearing a white dress and high heels, walked over elegantly.
Song Wanwan walked past Song Nian and went straight towards Fu Junyu and his son's table.
Song Nian's eyes were cold and bloodthirsty. How good would it be if that irksome stiletto platform she was strutting in was broken?
The next second, there was a click—