It wasn’t hard to guess.
If Fu Sifeng hadn’t said something misleading, Han Yutang wouldn’t have thought that way, let alone incessantly talk about "breaking up" him and Fu Si. Thɪs chapter is updated by NovelHub(.)net
News traveled fast to Chi Gui from Fu Si.
But this time, after Chi Gui had sent a message, a full five minutes passed without a reply from him.
Fu Si looked at the message sent by Chi Gui and unusually felt a bit ashamed.
Before he knew Chi Gui’s true identity, when he just thought of her as an ordinary girl, he had no psychological burden calling her his girlfriend.
His thoughts were very simple and direct—since there wasn’t a second man in Huaxia better than him, Chi Gui would choose him sooner or later, so calling her that in advance was just like collecting interest.
After he learned in detail about Professor Chi’s life in recent days, he felt inferior.
Mr. Fu, who was always so confident and arrogant that he thought himself unmatched under heaven, felt a slight inferiority complex for the first time.
It was all because Chi Gui’s resume made her seem like a celestial being undergoing trials on earth, having nothing to do with the word "mortal."
Even if exceptional, Mr. Fu, who still belonged to the "mortals," was struck down.
Because of this, upon seeing Chi Gui’s question, he rarely felt guilty and didn’t know how to respond.
As Fu Si was troubled, Old Sir Fu came in leisurely with a cup of tea and asked seemingly casually, "How is your progress with Xiao Chi recently? When will you bring her home for a meal?"
Fu Sifeng hooked his eyes, glanced at the calm Old Sir Fu, pondered for a moment, and similarly asked seemingly casually, "Grandfather, what does it feel like to be with someone much better than oneself?"
Old Sir Fu glanced at him, put down his teacup, "You should ask your grandmother that."
Old Sir Fu did not speak further, but silently took out his mobile phone, opened the video recorder, and aimed it at Fu Si—
Fu Si, who was extremely sensitive, was out of sorts one second and the next second his eyes sharpened as he looked at Old Sir Fu, "What are you doing?"
Old Sir Fu chuckled, "I’m recording your crestfallen look to share with the family group and give everyone a bit of joy."
Normally in the entire Fu Family, including all of Capital City, it was always this brat who annoyed others; today, finally thanks to Chi Gui, there was a chance to get back at him, and Old Sir Fu wasted no opportunity.
Without waiting for him to speak, Old Sir Fu directly said, "If you let me record peacefully, I’ll help you with your trouble. How about that?"
Fu Si took a deep breath, holding back as he said, "If it isn’t resolved later, don’t expect to keep that set of tea utensils you’ve cherished for over a decade in your room!"
Old Sir Fu ignored him and, having taken a thoroughly pleasing recording, finally put away the phone. Under Fu Si’s stern gaze, he leisurely began, "You want to marry her, not compete on the same stage as her, so why worry about her being better than you? The better she is, the fewer competitors you have, and isn’t that a good thing?"
He looked steadily at Old Sir Fu, and for a moment, his eyes were filled with bewilderment.
Old Sir Fu shook his head, not expecting that his grandson’s greatest weakness was being naive about emotions.
He picked up his teacup and walked out of the study, letting Fu Si figure it out himself.
Fu Si sat in the study for the entire afternoon.
Until the evening light shone through the window, landing in his eyes like a small flame, gradually igniting the brilliance in his gaze.
Fu Si finally understood.
Because he truly liked Chi Gui, he was worried about not being good enough for her.
But he didn’t need to be better than Chi Gui!
He just needed to be better than all the other men—that was enough.
As long as he was the one who most deserved her in the whole world, that would suffice.
With this realization, Fu Si picked up his phone, confidently and replied to Chi Gui—