Hence, Personal Assistant Shi and Special Assistant Zhou witnessed this scene—
Master Fu, who they usually feared and looked down on, actually sat down obediently.
Not only did he sit down, but he also picked up the newspaper to read it, as if trying to ease his embarrassment and discomfort.
Yes, it was indeed awkward and uncomfortable.
Just now, Master Fu wanted to go downstairs with Miss An and Young Master, but Miss An rejected his presence.
If there were any other time, anyone who dared to reject their Master Fu would probably end up crippled or dead.
However, this Miss An was not an ordinary person. Not only was she unscathed, she even managed to take their young master away.
Personal Assistant Shi and Special Assistant Zhou were really shocked. What was wrong with their Master Fu and the Young Master?
How did Miss An successfully make the father and son so compliant towards her?
Could it be that father and son had the same aesthetic?
"Boss, do we need to…" Personal Assistant Shi looked at Fu Junyu. "Send someone to follow them?"
"No need." Fu Junyu's voice was cold and emotionless. It was obvious that he was unhappy about being rejected. "Let her be."
"Yes." Personal Assistant Shi and Special Assistant Zhou tactfully left. With the Fu family's secret guards around, they did not need to interfere too much either.
…
Downstairs in the restaurant.
Song Nian placed Fu Yanqing on the chair and squatted down gently to look at him. "What do you want to eat? I'll go and get it."
Fu Yanqing looked at Song Nian as the scene he saw yesterday surfaced in his mind. He tilted his head. "Beautiful auntie, can I go with you?"
Beautiful Auntie? Song Nian smiled. He acted similarly to her baby at home.
"Sure." Song Nian stood up and reached out to hold Fu Yanqing. "Let's go together. If you see anything you want, let me know. I'll take it, alright?"
Fu Yanqing nodded and reached out to grab that hand that was filled with warmth.
A dazzling array of breakfast food was available at the table. Fu Yanqing looked at the fish swimming in the glass wall, his small eyes filled with curiosity about the unknown.
Song Nian placed the shelled prawn on the plate and looked at the little guy gently with her peach blossom eyes. This was her son. She had carried him in her for ten months but had never truly met him before. Now, she could finally sit with him for breakfast together.
Not only could they have breakfast together, but she was also able to hug him. He was so soft and small. She was so moved and her heart ached badly for him.
God knows, if it weren't for her strong mental fortitude, she would have cried on the spot.
Fu Yanqing looked at Song Nian, who was peeling prawns, and his beautiful eyes sparkled. "Beautiful Auntie, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." Song Nian looked at Fu Yanqing and smiled gently at the little guy, captivating him. "With me, you can say whatever you want and do whatever you want. You don't have to ask for my opinion, understand?"
Fu Yanqing hesitated for a moment, then nodded under Song Nian's gentle gaze. "Is that sister who looks exactly like me my sister? Is she my younger sister who was abandoned because she was born a girl and wasn't liked by Great-Grandma?"
"It's not that Great-Grandma doesn't like her and chose to abandon her. It's that she's a bad person." Song Nian looked at Fu Yanqing. She had already investigated the Fu family before she returned to the country. At this moment, when she heard the child's childish voice asking her, she was not taken aback and smiled gently. "She's not your younger sister."
Upon hearing this, Fu Yanqing's sparkling eyes dimmed. "She isn't my younger sister?"
Song Nian reached out and stroked the little fellow's head. Her voice was soft and gentle. "She's your older sister."
"Older sister?" Fu Yanqing's dim eyes lit up again. He looked at Song Nian happily and his voice trembled. "She isn't my younger sister but my older sister?"