Chapter 3: Second Uncle Fu

Again——

Lu Xiwán suddenly tore a slit in the file she held, and the next page was startlingly a photo of that child.

Xi Xi, in her lap, also saw the photo, cupping her face and exclaiming, "Mommy! This brother looks so handsome!"

Lu Xiwán looked at the child's appearance in the photo, feeling a faint bitterness in her heart.

The little fellow in the photo had delicate eyebrows and eyes, a tear‑mole at the corner of his eye similar to Fu Sijue's, and even expressionless he was beautiful like a little prince.

This is… the child of Fu Sijue and Gu Qingmeng.

Fu Sijue… must love this child very much.

Thinking of Fu Sijue, a vague pain throbbed in her chest, and suddenly she recalled Si Jiuyin's words, her brows slightly furrowed, and she couldn't help asking hoarsely, "You just mentioned an extramarital illegitimate child? Fu… hasn't Second Uncle Fu remarried?"

"No." Si Jiuyin sneered, "That Second Uncle Fu seems deeply devoted to his ex‑wife; even after having a child, he still refuses to marry."

Deep devotion…

Lu Xiwán couldn't help a cold laugh. When his ex‑wife was still around, he flaunted other women in public; now he's had a child with another woman, yet still leaves that woman unwed, crafting a deep‑loving persona toward his ex‑wife.

She remained silent, and only then Si Jiuyin noticed her changed expression.

"Wanwan, are you okay?"

Lu Xiwán snapped back to herself, lowering her eyes: "I'm fine…"

She truly was fine, only hesitating whether to get involved with those two again.

Lu Xiwán's gaze fell on the photo; somehow, looking at the child's picture, her heart felt as if it were being yanked.

Si Jiuyin also seemed to see her hesitation and, feeling guilty, said, "Wanwan, I know this troubles you, but my old master has a long‑standing friendship with the Fu Family; the Fu elder cares for the child, and after repeated pleas I came to you. Moreover, that child saved so many people—if he could be restored to normal, it would be ideal."

Hearing her mention the Fu elder, Lu Xiwán was momentarily stunned.

Back when she married into the Fu Family, the Fu elder was genuinely kind to her; even if it was only for him, she seemed to have no reason to refuse.

Lu Xiwán nodded, her eyes deep, looking at Si Jiuyin: "Rest assured, a healer's benevolent heart asks no questions of birth."

Si Jiuyin breathed a sigh of relief, and her smile grew brighter.

Her Wanwan is a top‑ranked Hypnotist; with a word from her, nothing is impossible.

The two talked, and before long the car stopped in front of the villa.

Lu Xiwán, holding Xi Xi, said goodbye to Si Jiuyin; after they arranged a time to hypnotically treat the child, Lu Xiwán turned and went back to settle her daughter.

The sky was still early, and Lu Xiwán returned to the kitchen to make Xi Xi's favorite sweet‑and‑sour pork ribs and cola chicken wings, then stir‑fried some vegetables and served them.

As she left the kitchen, Xi Xi was holding a phone, photographing the dishes and sending the pictures on QQ to a contact noted as Cat Brother.

Xi Xi boasted proudly: "Look! Mom made all these for the kid! Sweet‑and‑sour pork ribs, cola chicken wings, pine‑nut corn…"

Cat Brother has been Xi Xi's first QQ friend since she registered; Xi Xi usually likes Cat Brother a lot—he knows everything, the best of all, except his food is not as good as Xi Xi's.

Xi Xi covered her mouth and giggled; Mom made so many tasty dishes for her, so of course she wants to tempt Cat Brother!

Meanwhile, in a club over ten kilometers from the villa, a spacious, bright black‑and‑white‑themed room housed a small boy in a suit, his delicate, cute features expressionless as he stared at the pictures sent to his phone.

He sat upright at the dining table, glanced at the array of dishes, and with a stern face ordered coldly, "I want sweet‑and‑sour pork ribs, cola chicken wings, pine‑nut corn."

The Steward was startled, speaking cautiously, "Young Master, Miss Gu said you must not take in too much sugar; the current menu has all been carefully arranged by Miss Gu."

Just then, Gu Qingmeng, walking behind Fu Sijue, entered, heard their conversation, her eyes flashing as she walked up to Fu Yao and cooed:

"Yao Yao, Mom is doing this for your good; your health is poor. You can't eat those dishes, otherwise you'll get sick and your dad will worry."

As she approached, Fu Yao's body tensed, his small hand gripping the fork and knife tightened, his cold little face showing a sudden silence.

Why can little sister Xi Xi eat those, but he cannot.

Little sister Xi Xi says her mom will hold her while sleeping, sing beautiful songs, tell stories, and cook many dishes she likes…

He hacked into Xi Xi sister's computer, saw photos of Xi Xi and her mom celebrating a birthday; Xi Xi looked very cute, and the woman holding her was both gentle and beautiful.

It was exactly the mother he imagined.

But the woman beside him would only make him obediently follow his father's orders, not…

Just as the atmosphere grew tense, Fu Sijue stepped beside her, still as handsome and upright as five years ago, though a few extra traces of coldness now lingered between his brows; even toward his own son, his expression was chilling.

In recent years, many who have dealt with Fu Sijue have grown increasingly fearful of President Fu.

It seems that after losing his wife, he has become much more cold and ruthless.

He glanced at Fu Yao and said lightly, "Go get him what he wants to eat."

Fu Yao was startled, pursed his lips and lifted his head; beside him, Gu Qingmeng looked a bit embarrassed, trying plaintively to grab Fu Sijue's arm:

"Sijue, I'm also doing this for Yao Yao's sake…"

Fu Sijue frowned, pulling away her wrist, his voice light, "Yao Yao is still just a child; his…"

"Fine, I understand," Gu Qingmeng said, biting her lip unwillingly, nodding, but her gaze fell on Fu Yao's cold face.