Su Wanxin took her phone and waited for Fu Shihan to send her a message. Almost half an hour later, she finally received it; he told her that he had arrived at the hotel and was with Yangyang.
Lu Ci, who had played the nanny for a day taking care of the child, was looking forward to Fu Shihan’s return. When he finally saw him, he noticed his somewhat disheveled appearance.
Having known him for nearly thirty years, Lu Ci was well aware of how much Fu Shihan valued his image—always making sure to present himself in a dignified manner, let alone on a date with Su Wanxin.
But now... there was dust on his clothes, and not just any dust—it was obvious that he had taken a tumble on the ground, making his clothes dirty.
"Did the Su Family give you a beating?" asked Lu Ci, half-joking, half-serious. "You look pretty rough."
Yangyang had been neglected for the whole day and was not too happy to see Fu Shihan. Upon hearing this, she stared at Fu Shihan intently, her nervous worry evident.
Was Dad really beaten up? By Grandpa and uncle?
Fu Shihan sneered, took off his dirty clothes, threw them on the couch, and replied nonchalantly: "There was a little accident."
"Really beaten up?"
"Can’t you wish for something good for me?" Fu Shihan glanced at him sideways: "I was almost hit by a car."
Lu Ci: "..."
Lu Ci: "That’s even worse than getting beaten up."
After taking a shower, Fu Shihan came out in clean clothes, sat on the sofa with Yangyang in his arms, and recounted the rough events to Lu Ci.
"So, you were secretly dating and got caught red-handed by Lawyer Qi?"
"Pretty much." Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow: "If the car accident had happened just a minute later, she would have witnessed her daughter kissing me."
He lowered his head and pinched his itching face, asking, "What delicious food did Uncle Lu treat you to today?"
"Burgers and fries!"
Fu Shihan frowned.
"Coke and fried chicken!"
Lu Ci felt awkward. "Don’t all kids love these? I had to take him with me to meet clients today; not making him go hungry was good enough."
It ended up that everyone thought the child was his. Now that the real dad was back, he should make his exit.
Lu Ci turned and left, while Fu Shihan, holding his son, watched TV. The little guy wasn’t too chatty and seemed to be still upset with him.
Thinking for a moment, Fu Shihan suddenly said, "Ow, it hurts."
Yangyang paused and turned to look at him. "Where does it hurt?"
"On my body, I fell with your mother. It’s really painful."
"!!!" Yangyang gasped: "I want to go home to see Mom!"
Fu Shihan: "..."
"Your mom is fine, I’m the one who’s hurt. Quick, give me a rub, it’s really painful."
Yangyang’s features knitted together tightly as he began to rub his father’s body, but still worried about Su Wanxin, he asked, "Dad, let’s go stay at Mom’s place! Why are we staying in a hotel?"
"Your grandma doesn’t like me, remember?"
"Daddy’s silly."
"You’re smart. Can you think of a way to please her? Otherwise, your mom might end up with another uncle."
"No way!" Yangyang rejected the notion with fierce resolve, racking his brains to strategize for him. After thinking a while, he suggested, "Dad, let’s buy Grandma a pretty dress!"
Fu Shihan’s head ached. He dismissively asked Yangyang to go back to his room and think some more. Thus, Yangyang was coaxed back to the bedroom, where, thinking and thinking, he fell asleep.
As night deepened, Fu Shihan stood on the balcony, smoking, watching the bustling traffic below. Remembering the way Su Wanxin had protected him today made the corners of his mouth turn up involuntarily.