Fu Junyu carried Fu Yanqing back to the room. He put the little guy down and sat beside him.
Looking at his son, who was obviously in high spirits, Fu Junyu, who rarely showed his fatherly side, asked affectionately. "Are you happy?"
Fu Yanqing wasn't affected by what had just happened at all. He nodded honestly. "I'm happy."
"Do you like Aunt Anna?" Fu Junyu looked at his son and gently twirled the jade thumb ring on his hand. His abyss-like eyes were cold and deep, making it impossible to see the glint of sharpness hidden in them.
"I do." Fu Yanqing really liked the auntie who had adopted his sister. She was beautiful, kind, gentle, and good-looking.
Fu Junyu didn't say anything. He just looked at Fu Yanqing silently. His cold eyes were extremely intimidating.
"Then…" Fu Junyu did not look at the little guy. Instead, he shifted his gaze onto the six-figure vase. "Who does An'an prefer more, Mommy or Auntie?"
"Auntie," he blurted out without any hesitation.
Fu Junyu's pitch-black eyes stared at the exquisite vase. The mole at the corner of his left eye rippled flirtatiously. His lips curled up slowly, revealing a sense of indifference and languidness.
If Song Nian saw this scene, she would probably scold Fu Junyu for acting as if he were an incubus.
The beauty of his pale and ill demeanor was pleasing to the eye and combined with his ruthless and bloodthirsty aura, looked extremely contradictory no matter how one looked at it. He really gave off the air of ruthless but beautiful god.
Seeing that Fu Junyu was silent, Fu Yanqing looked up at him. "Daddy, you like Auntie too."
This was the first time the little fellow had gone against his will. But the reason was only because he thought Fu Junyu was angry.
Upon hearing this, Fu Junyu retracted the piercing look in his eyes and lowered his head to look at Fu Yanqing. He stroked the boy's furry head with his big hand. "No matter what, don't go against your heart and always follow your heart, understand?"
Fu Yanqing did not seem to understand, but he still nodded obediently. "I like Auntie."
"Daddy, can I play with the daughter of the aunt next door?"
Fu Yanqing was still thinking about his sister, the sister who looked exactly like him.
Fu Junyu did not agree immediately. Instead, he looked at his son and asked, "Don't you hate girls the most?"
This question stumped Fu Yanqing. He pouted and puffed up his cheeks as he thought about how to answer. "Auntie said that the sister next door was abandoned by Grandma who disliked her. She's very pitiful. I want to comfort her and be her friend."
The words 'abandon' and 'disliked' successfully disturbed Fu Junyu's calm heart.
He imagined many dramas and concluded that there was an 80% chance that the mother and daughter in the next room were chased out of the house because the elders of the family favored boys over girls!
Song Nian: There is no need for you to think too much!
Hence, Fu Junyu, who had a heart of stone, felt pity for her for the first time. "You can go only after you finish your homework."
When Personal Assistant Shi and Special Assistant Zhou returned to the house and heard the conversation between the father and son, the two of them were shocked. Then, as if nothing had happened, they picked up their computers and started working. They could not help but feel a trace of sympathy for Song Wanwan outside.
Everyone in the Fu family knew that the young master did not like Song Wanwan, his biological mother.
Once upon a time, when the young master was much younger and could not even walk yet. He would cry non-stop when Song Wanwan carried him.
When he grew up and learned to speak and walk, he would never call Song Wanwan 'mom'. He would not even take anything that Song Wanwan had touched.
He was really against his mother, Song Wanwan.
Song Wanwan was pitiful. Her son, whom she had carried for ten months, did not like her. Instead, he liked a strange woman whom he had only met a few times.
No one would be able to accept this so calmly!
Sadly, it could only be said that certain people are meant to lead certain lives and that fate could not be forced.