After self-study tonight, it's the weekend holiday tomorrow.
Fu Ying's phone vibrated in her bag, she sneakily took it out and saw that "Handsome Beyond Measures" had messaged her.
Handsome Beyond Measures: Baby, why did you block me? What did I do wrong?
Fu Ying frowned and took a deep breath.
What is all this?
The original Fu Ying really knew how to stir up trouble.
Fu Ying: You're nice, you're not wrong.
Handsome Beyond Measures: Then let's meet up? Just consider it a blind date.
Blind, blind date...
Fu Ying's hand trembled.
She's just sixteen and already going on blind dates, as if she's afraid she won't be able to get married.
Anyway, Fu Ying thought this issue needed to be resolved quickly.
She replied with an "Okay," then said she was in self-study and didn't reply to the other person again.
Fu Ying bit on her pen, lost in thought.
For this kind of thing, she couldn't tell dad, couldn't tell her elder brother, but her useless little brother could come in handy.
Seeking his help, he would definitely be able to solve this for her.
After self-study ended, Fu Ying quickly ran out of the school gate, and to her surprise, the one picking her up was Fu Mingchuan.
As soon as he saw his daughter, Fu Mingchuan was overjoyed.
Just thinking about how his precious daughter made him proud last time, Fu Mingchuan's face was wreathed in smiles.
"Yingying, did you miss dad?"
To be honest, not much.
But seeing Fu Mingchuan so happy, Fu Ying really didn't have the heart to make him sad, after all, this dad was really good to her.
She obediently nodded: "I did."
Hearing this, Fu Mingchuan smiled kindly: "Good girl, get in the car."
On the way, Fu Mingchuan suddenly asked: "Yingying, how did you write that calligraphy so well last time? I clearly remember I enrolled you in a calligraphy class that you never attended."
Originally, Fu Ying thought that as long as no one asked, she would not have to lie and explain.
But she didn't expect that as soon as Fu Mingchuan came back, he would think of this.
Fu Ying stuttered an explanation: "Actually, I did go, I just didn't tell you. I went a few times, and found it quite simple."
Fu Ying said with particular unease: "Probably, probably a talent."
Talent is indeed unpredictable; Fu Ying's mother was known for her excellent calligraphy skills.
Unexpectedly, she passed on this talent to her daughter as well.
Fu Mingchuan thought of his deceased wife and his heart felt a sudden pang of loss.
Before he knew it, she had already been gone for five years.
"Your mother had excellent calligraphy skills." Fu Mingchuan's tone was one of lament, full of regret.
Fu Ying lowered her head and did not speak, the topic was rather melancholy.
Although she did not have feelings for this deceased mother, she had seen her mother's photos, who looked very gentle, and she felt that, surely like her own Empress Mother, she was a gentle woman.
…
Shen Liguang brought home a portion of cold sugar-roasted chestnuts.
The small family restaurant at home had already closed, and he could have gone straight home after buying the chestnuts, but suddenly there was an incident. He had just participated in a rescue operation, and by the time he returned, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
He used his keys to open the door, and at this late hour, Li Ruolan was still sitting on the sofa watching TV.
To say she was watching TV was actually an excuse, she was waiting for him.
"You're back? Weren't you off duty today?"
As soon as Li Ruolan saw Shen Liguang return, she immediately stood up to check if he was injured today.
Ever since he became a Firefighter, he often came home with injuries, and Li Ruolan followed suit with anxiety.
She already lost her younger son and didn't want to lose her elder son too.
At first, when Shen Liguang wanted to become a Firefighter, she strongly opposed it.
She is not that selfless; all she knows is that this is her son, and his job is too dangerous.
Despite graduating from a top university and having the option for a better, higher-paying job, he insisted on becoming a firefighter.
Li Ruolan breathed a sigh of relief to see that her son was unharmed.
"How can there still be chestnuts for sale so late?"
"I bought them a long time ago. I could have been back earlier, but then something happened. A residential building caught fire."
Li Ruolan nodded, her face showing pity, "Ah, it's so easy for fires to happen when the weather gets hot. Was anyone hurt?"
"No."
Shen Liguang paused, unwilling to tell Li Ruolan the whole truth.
At the fire scene, there was a baby. Her mother, in order to protect her child, used her own body to shield from the burning flames behind her.
She suffered extensive burns to her back.
The scene was too heart-wrenching.
Li Ruolan sighed in relief: "That's good."
She can't bear to see such cruel accidents, being of her age.
Every time she sees reports of car accidents, fires, floods, etc., on TV, she dares not watch.
Shen Liguang washed his hands and peeled the chestnuts onto a plate: "When I'm not home, you should also be careful by yourself."
"I know. With a firefighter son at home, how could I not be careful?" Li Ruolan said with great satisfaction, "I've read the fire safety manual you gave me."
"Eat and then go to sleep. It's late, and at your age, you shouldn't stay up."
"I know, I'll go to sleep right away."
"I'm going to take a shower."
As her son was about to leave, Li Ruolan hurriedly asked: "Li Guang, what do you think about the matchmaking?"
"I've already explained it to Miss Zhou."
Li Ruolan hesitated: "But Aunt Wang said that Miss Zhou is very satisfied with you."
Shen Liguang frowned: "I'm not satisfied with her."
Li Ruolan watched her son's retreating figure and said no more.
Although she was anxious about finding a daughter-in-law, she couldn't speak her mind at the moment.
After all, she didn't know what her son was thinking.
Fu Ying thought she could get a good sleep this weekend, but she didn't expect to be woken up at six o'clock in the morning, just as daylight was breaking, by the noise from Fu Yan's room next door.
First thing in the morning, he was playing video games, swearing constantly and banging on the keyboard.
Fu Ying's room was adjacent to his, and her bed was right against his computer desk.
Fu Ying, with her hair in a mess, climbed up from her bed and angrily knocked on Fu Yan's bedroom door.
It took a while before the door opened.
Fu Yan, with the same messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, said irritably, "What? You looking to die?"
Seeing Fu Yan's fierce look, Fu Ying, who originally woke up grumpy and with some temper, immediately backed down: "No, nothing, just coming to check on my little brother. You must be tired from gaming, right? I came to…"
Fu Ying paused: "I came to give my brother a back massage."
"Massage my ass, get lost!"
Fu Yan's irritated words fell, and the door slammed shut.
Fu Ying cursed inwardly: May you keep losing in your games.
Now completely awake, Fu Ying went back to her room to wash up and get dressed before heading downstairs.
Nanny Wu rarely saw Fu Ying get up so early, especially since the child loved to sleep in.
Looking at the little girl sitting obediently on the sofa, accurately finding the cartoons with the remote, Nanny Wu's heart softened.
After experiencing a house fire, Miss's personality had become quite reserved.
So docile, she looked like a little girl.
"Nanny Wu, I'm hungry."
Hearing Fu Ying's soft voice, Nanny Wu immediately responded: "Okay, Nanny Wu will prepare breakfast right away."