Song Wanwan followed Fu Junyu and his son out of the washroom and sat down at the dining table.
Fu Yanqing was still trying his best to fill his stomach. Fu Junyu didn't eat while Song Wanwan didn't eat either in order to maintain her figure.
The two of them watched Fu Yanqing eat without saying a word. Fu Yanqing ate very slowly, chewing every mouthful slowly before swallowing.
Song Wanwan looked at Fu Yanqing and Song Nian's face appeared in her mind. For the first time, she felt a sense of danger.
Her face, figure, and temperament were incomparable to those coquettish b*tches who had tried to seduce Fu Junyu in the past.
The woman whom she had only met once, the single mother with a "burden", was languidly beautiful and very charming. She was gorgeous, had ample breasts, a slender waist, and was everything a woman should be. This made Song Wanwan feel a sense of danger for no reason, making her panic unconsciously.
Her panic and sense of crisis stemmed from Fu Junyu. She had been by his side for so long, but she had never seen him so emotional for any woman.
In the past, those women were not worthy of Fu Junyu's attention at all. Before they could cause trouble, they had already been dealt with by Special Assistant Zhou and Personal Assistant Shi.
However, this time, that unfamiliar face and the woman who was so beautiful that she was deemed very unsafe, became the only exception.
Frustrated, Song Wanwan looked at Fu Yanqing with disdain. She had thought that she could marry into the Fu family because of her son. However, in reality, there were too many twists and turns. She had not been able to marry into the Fu family even after five years.
It had not been easy for her to wait for the wedding to be held, but because Fu Junyu had broken off the engagement at the last minute, all her efforts had gone down the drain.
She hated him so much, but no matter how much she hated him, she could only swallow her grievances. After all, she was already Fu Junyu's 'person'. She was destined to be tied to Fu Junyu for the rest of her life.
Song Nian and Shi Yuan came out of the washroom and returned to the dining table.
As soon as she appeared, Song Wanwan's eyes seemed to be glued to Song Nian and she could not look away.
"Dad…" Fu Yanqing's steady voice rang out. He raised his head and looked at Fu Junyu with red eyes. "I feel terrible…"
Before Fu Yanqing could finish speaking, he had already started to vomit.
He was very obedient. Even if he vomited, he would obediently vomit on the plate meant for scraps, in order to not make it more difficult for the restaurant staff to clean up.
Seeing Fu Yanqing throw up without any warning, Fu Juanyu's eyes turned cold. He quickly got up and walked behind Fu Yanqing.
Seeing this, Song Wanwan exclaimed and quickly stood up.
Song Nian was constantly paying attention to Fu Yanqing's movements. Seeing that he had vomited, she suddenly stood up and looked down at Song Suisui. "Protect yourself well. Mommy will be back soon."
With that, Song Nian looked at Shi Yuan. "Take good care of her for me. You know what I mean."
Shi Yuan nodded with a determined smile in her eyes. "Sister, you have to treat me to a meal more often. After all, I've helped you a lot…"
What responded to Shi Yuan was the lingering fragrance of Song Nian, who had already left the table.
Fu Yanqing vomited without warning, making Fu Junyu frown. His eyes were so cold that they could freeze people.
Fu Junyu squatted down and wiped Fu Yanqing's mouth with a handkerchief. He reached out to pick up the little boy and turned to leave.
"Bring me warm water." A hand reached out to stop Fu Junyu's actions. Along with the languid and cold voice, there was a charming fragrance.
Song Nian squatted down and looked at Fu Yanqing at eye level. Before Fu Junyu could say anything, she had already checked his body.
As if thinking of something, Song Nian suddenly looked up and narrowed her eyes dangerously at the anxious Song Wanwan. "You shouldn't be standing here. Please leave."
Without waiting for Song Wanwan to speak, Song Nian's voice was so cold that there was no room for negotiation. "The perfume you're wearing was what triggered this child's allergy. If you stay a second longer, you'll only bring him pain."