Fu Junyu's eyes were bloodthirsty and ruthless. "Was it that woman?
This was his son, a miniature version of him. However, he did not act like a father towards his son at all.
Looking at Fu Yanqing's frightened expression, Fu Junyu thought of the gentleness that woman has shown when she interacted with a child… His heart suddenly softened, and the hostility and coldness in his body dissipated.
Fu Junyu looked at Fu Yanqing gently. "You're my only son. I don't have a daughter. So you do not have a sister. Do you understand?"
"Tell me, who taught you to ask these things?"
Fu Yanqing fell silent as he watched how Fu Junyu's expression changed spontaneously. He returned to his solemn and quiet self, the light and spirit in his eyes dimmed.
Once he put on this mask, it would be equivalent to telling others that he refused to communicate.
Looking at him like this, Fu Junyu felt a headache approaching. He rubbed his eyebrows with his fair hand and tried not to sound fierce. "Tell me, why did you drink the water that that woman handed you in the Chinese restaurant?"
Fu Yanqing looked at Fu Junyu. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he appeared less solemn. "She felt like Mommy."
This answer made Fu Junyu frown. "Your mommy is Song Wanwan."
Putting down his hand that was rubbing his brow bone, Fu Junyu's foxy eyes looked very dangerous. "You don't even accept anything that Song Wanwan had touched, why did you accept the water that the woman had touched?"
The only thing that the omnipotent Fu Junyu could not solve was the problem with his son.
Fu Yanqing only looked at Fu Junyu, he did not intend on answering any of his questions.
The little guy seemed to have sensed that Daddy didn't like that auntie, who had a daughter who looked exactly like him. Daddy didn't like her at all and was very hostile towards them.
If that was the case, he couldn't ask about the auntie and little girl. He had to find out for himself.
"Daddy, I'm sleepy." Fu Yanqing laid down after saying that and obediently pulled the blanket over himself.
Looking at Fu Yanqing, who had closed his eyes and refused to face him, Fu Junyu had a headache, but there was nothing he could do.
"Good night." He leaned over and kissed Fu Yanqing's forehead. Fu Junyu turned around and left the room, turning off the lights.
The dark room lit up again. Fu Yan turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. He lifted the blanket and got out of bed. He took out the pen and sketchbook from the desk before returning to the bed to draw.
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After Song Suishui had fallen asleep, Song Nian took a glass of red wine and went to the balcony alone to enjoy the breeze.
The evening breeze blew across her face, causing wisps of her long black hair to gently caress her skin. The contrast of her black against her fair skin made her appear so fair that she seemed to be glowing.
The fragrance of the red wine was intoxicating. Song Nian lowered her head and swirled the red wine in her glass as someone stared at her with a burning gaze.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Song Nian's languid gaze traced that stare and met Fu Junyu's gaze.
Fu Junyu stared straight at Song Nian, not feeling uncomfortable even after being caught. "Miss An, I have a few questions about my son."
Song Nian could hear the change in Fu Junyu's tone. He was very hostile to her. "What?"
Fu Junyu's demeanor was cold and elegant, but his question carried a slight hint of warmth. "What do I have to do to get a child to become closer to his parents?"
"Hehe." Song Nian chuckled. Although she was smiling, her smile didn't reach her eyes at all. She looked at Fu Junyu, distant and indifferent. "Mr Fu, are you indirectly telling me that your relationship with your son isn't good?"
Taking a sip of red wine, Song Nian fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist nonchalantly. "Shouldn't Mr. Fu ask a psychiatrist this kind of question? Why are you asking me?"