Chapter 17: Her Heart Softens a Little 17

Moreover, someone noticed the Buddhist beads on her wrist; that item was made by the Kunlun Mohists, so anyone who dared to provoke her had better weigh themselves carefully.

Those associated with the Kunlun Mohists either suffer great misfortune—any involvement brings bad luck—or enjoy great fortune; ordinary people cannot aspire to such a fortunate woman.

"Fu Qiwei, am I dressing a bit too showily?" she asked quietly.

His eyes dark with a strange gleam, he said, "No, even if my woman wore gold all over, it wouldn't be showy."

But today she really did wear gold and other valuable things.

That string of Buddhist beads isn't much, but it matters who made it.

The Kunlun Mohists—people money can't hire—many wealthy noble families, after suffering a misfortune, wish they could dig three feet deep into Kunlun Mountain and dig them out.

Today's host was Old Master Fu, but many people still came over to greet them and offer a toast; after drinking a few cups one after another, he no longer wanted to drink.

He refused with various excuses.

"My lady doesn't like me drinking."

"My lady can't stand the smell of alcohol."

"My lady has been feeling unwell lately; I need to take care of her."

"If I drink too much, my lady won't let me in."

Yi Ruan saw him fabricating lies one after another.

His alcohol tolerance is good, but the Fu family has a rule: if you can avoid drinking, don't drink; drinking leads to mistakes, and for a great clan like the Fu family, making a big mistake means being scolded and blamed by the clansmen.

"Chief Fu, joy of a beautiful night and love, finally having the beauty in your arms." The man before him was Fu Qiwei's university classmate, surnamed Du, from a wealthy family, but compared to the Fu family, he was insignificant.

He chuckled and said, "You surely aren't here to ask me for a drink, are you?"

"Not even one drink?"

Seeing this, she reached for the wine cup and said lightly, "He can't drink anymore."

"Yi Ruan, you're on your period, you can't drink alcohol." His words were soft yet gentle.

It was rich and mellow, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

Du Jia clicked his tongue at the scene.

The man's low, hoarse voice said, "Chief Du, today isn't convenient for drinking; another day, another day we'll have a good drink."

He raised his wine cup and smiled, "Indeed, today Chief Fu is appearing with his lovely wife for the first time, so there are probably many people offering toasts."

Fu Qiwei smiled; he really liked the term "lovely wife".

A lovely wife, the wife hidden in a golden house.

Not long after, Fu Qiwei brought her to the dining table reserved for the Fu family; the elders had already taken their seats, waiting for the younger generation.

Rong Wei saw Yi Ruan not giving her a pleasant look; just as she was about to sit down, she heard a stern yet kind and gentle voice: "Yi Ruan, come, sit beside me."

She glanced at him, and he lightly said, "Yi Ruan is fine; grandfather told you to sit, so sit."

She slowly rose, lifted her skirt, and sat down beside the elderly person.

Old Master Fu didn't particularly like her; at most, he neither disliked nor liked her.

To truly have him accept her, we'll have to see how she behaves during this meal.

After she sat down, she kept her back straight, not for any other reason but because this old man resembled her grandfather in the real world.

"Little girl, do you have any favorite dishes you'd like added?" Old Master Fu posed this first question to her; the dishes before her were all those he had instructed the steward to serve.

"Girl, do you have any dishes you like that you want to add?" Old Master Fu just threw her the first question; the dishes in front of her were all what he had the old steward put on.

"Haha, no need, Grandfather, I'm not picky." She thought the several dishes before her looked quite tasty, especially the pulled-sugar fruit, which she liked.

Old Master Fu chatted with her, and the younger generation below listened.

"Isn't it said one shouldn't speak while eating?" Why does this strange grandfather ask her so many questions?

"Yi Ruan, how old are you this year?"

"Ah, I'm twenty."

"Do you and Fu Qiwei usually get along well in your night life?" asked in the gentlest tone, yet it was the harshest question.

Fu Hui was drinking water when he was startled and choked; what a fierce grandfather.

She gave an embarrassed smile; everyone's eyes focused on her, her face bearing an aunt-like smile, that smile was indescribably wonderful.

Old Master Fu possibly felt his question was too shocking to convention, so he asked again, "When do you plan to have a child?"

She froze, her gaze unconsciously turning toward Fu Qiwei, and gave him a smile.

He lightly coughed twice, then said in a low voice, "I'll do my best to let you hold a grandchild tomorrow."

Old Master Fu was pleased to hear that answer; he is the future head of the Fu family, nearly thirty years old and still childless, which would invite gossip.

But Old Master Fu wasn't so easily satisfied: "What does 'do my best' mean? You must guarantee that next year Yi Ruan will celebrate Mother's Day."

She widened her innocent, pure, big doe‑like eyes, "No way, this grandfather is so directly pushing for offspring."

They aren't even married yet, and they're already rushing to have children?

Fu Hui saw her expression and couldn't help laughing, but said nothing.

Rong Wei's face darkened; what does this mean—is the father acknowledging this granddaughter‑in‑law?

"Grandfather, do you prefer a boy or a girl?" she asked, blinking her innocent eyes.

Old Master Fu smiled warmly, "As long as it's your and Fu Qiwei's child, I, the old man, like it."

Fu Heng really knows how to judge people.

Such a pair of bright, moving, pure and spotless eyes is truly rare in their kind of aristocratic circle.

In a certain room, a silver‑haired man held a photograph; the woman in it smiled brightly and movingly, pure and radiant. He sighed regretfully and whispered, "From now on, there will never be eyes like these again."

"Little girl, if Fu Qiwei dares to bully you, just tell grandfather and I'll help you get revenge." the old man said gently.

「Girl, if Fu Qīwēi dares to bully you, you tell Grandfather, and Grandfather will help you bully him back. 」 The old man said gently.

She blinked her eyes and asked back, "What should I do if I bully him?"

「That grandfather will help you bully him. 」

Fu Qiwei: Who exactly is the biological one?

This meal was pleasant, the table talk was lively; this is the first time someone in the Fu family has broken the rule of not speaking during meals or sleep.

It was Yi Ruan; during the meal she chatted with Old Master Fu, and Old Master Fu's laughter never ceased.

Sometimes they would interject a few remarks.

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After finishing the meal, Fu Qiwei took her back to the small courtyard; along the way she chattered nonstop, "Qiwei, I think Grandfather is quite easy to get along with."

"Maybe he likes you." The old man is older, enjoys liveliness; meeting such a talkative little girl, it's not impossible for him to take a liking to her.

"Old Qin, what do you think of that little girl Ruanruan?"

After meals, Old Master Fu likes to take walks; the old steward follows at his side, saying, "The young mistress is a rare person in this world who understands worldly affairs yet remains unworldly; such a person as the clan leader's wife is most suitable."

Old Master Fu also nodded in agreement, but being the clan leader's wife is not so easy.

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