Chapter 03Â
The Fu Family
Besides the imposing man from earlier, there was also a teenage boy.
The boy was handsome, tall, and lean. His clothes were neat and spotless, though the expression on his face looked somewhat awkward.
Fu Sihuai lowered his gaze and glanced at him indifferently.
âTell the director yourself,â he said coldly. âWhatâs the name of the child youâre looking for?â
Fu Yueci pursed his lips, his eyes flickering uneasily.
It wasnât that he wanted to find her.
He just thought the child looked pitiful.
The director looked at him in confusion.
âYoung Master, which child are you talking about?â
Fu Yueci cleared his throat. A faint blush crept onto his fair face as he quietly uttered two words.
âQingqing.â
His voice was so soft that the director almost didnât hear it.
âQingqing?â
She stared at the boy in surprise.
âYouâve met that child before?â
Fu Yueci lowered his head and hummed in acknowledgment.
Then he quickly added, trying to cover it up,
âI just think she looks pleasant enough.â
It definitely wasnât because he liked her!
Fu Sihuaiâs dark eyes swept across his sonâs awkward expression. There was a trace of speechlessness hidden in his deep gaze.
He truly had nothing to say about his younger sonâs tsundere personality.
Retracting his gaze, he spoke calmly,
âMay I meet the child now?â
The director immediately nodded.
âShe should be awake already. Iâll have someone bring her over.â
A few minutes later, a volunteer carried a sleepy little dumpling into the office.
Qingqing had no idea what was happening.
She had only just gone back to bed when her sister dug her out of the blankets.
Literally dug her out like a potato.
After being set down on the floor, the first person she saw was the nervous-looking director.
Children didnât hold grudges for long.
She was no longer upset about what had happened the previous night.
âDirector Mommy~â
The little girl waddled toward her and bumped into her leg with a soft plop, like a fluffy mochi.
Only after being picked up did she notice the two strangers in the room.
âQingqing, this is Mr. Fu and Young Master Fu…â The director paused before continuing, âYou can call him Uncle Fu for now.â
Qingqing nervously clutched the directorâs clothes.
Her large watery eyes moved between the two men. When she saw Fu Yueci, her eyes brightened slightly.
Being obedient as always, she softly called out,
âUncle Fu.â
Fu Sihuaiâs gaze lingered on her for a few seconds.
His dark eyes revealed neither approval nor dislike.
Under such pressure, even the director didnât dare speak.
Yet Qingqing seemed completely unaffected. She gave Fu Yueci a tiny smile.
Sweet and soft.
A moment later, Fu Sihuai nodded slightly toward the director.
âIâll take her. Prepare the paperwork.â
The director was delighted.
Although she didnât know much about Mr. Fuâs background, his bearing and manner made it obvious that he was no ordinary person.
Surely he wasnât any worse than the Shen family from yesterday.
Still…
He didnât seem easy to get along with.
Would Qingqing be treated well after going with him?
In the end, she decided to ask the childâs opinion.
Holding Qingqing in her arms, she asked gently,
âQingqing, Mr. Fu wants to adopt you. Would you like to go home with him?â
The little girl was stunned.
Her round eyes immediately lit up.
She secretly peeked at Fu Sihuai.
The man sat on a simple wooden chair in the orphanage. His features were sharp and handsome, like an untouchable flower blooming atop a snowy mountain.
Qingqing quickly looked away and turned toward Fu Yueci instead.
The boy looked nervous.
His gaze darted aside, avoiding eye contact as he maintained a stiff expression.
As though remembering something, Qingqing suddenly grinned at him.
She looked as cheerful as a lucky doll.
âI want to!â
âI want to go home with Uncle Fu and Big Brother!â
The tension in Fu Yueciâs brows instantly melted away.
His fingers curled slightly.
If he had a tail, it would probably be wagging furiously right now.
While Fu Sihuai stayed behind to complete the adoption procedures, Fu Yueci waited outside.
Qingqing happily walked over to him.
Like they had known each other forever, she grabbed one of his fingers and looked up at him with her soft, fair face.
âBig Brother!â
Fu Yueci responded with a cold,
âMm.â
His lips remained tightly pressed together.
The little dumpling wasnât frightened by his cold attitude.
Tilting her head, she said in a sweet baby voice,
âBig Brother, Director Mommy said you were the one looking for me. Thank you for bringing me home. I like you too~â
Such a heartfelt confession from an adorable child would melt almost anyoneâs heart.
But Fu Yueci…
His mouth was stubborn.
âI donât like you.â
âDonât get the wrong idea.â
His youthful face flushed red with embarrassment.
Qingqing stared at him for two seconds.
Then she let go of his finger dejectedly.
âOkay then~â
The little girl looked genuinely discouraged.
She didnât say another word.
Fu Yueci secretly glanced at her several times.
Bored, Qingqing squatted beside him and used a small stick to doodle in the dirt.
Then his eyes landed on the redness in her palm.
His heart suddenly tightened.
âHow did you hurt your hand?â
Qingqing pressed her lips together.
Her long eyelashes drooped like little brushes.
It had been bandaged yesterday, but her hand had gotten itchy during the night.
Without realizing it, she had rubbed the bandage off.
âI fell…â
âI already put medicine on it.â
Her voice was quiet.
Fu Yueci didnât think much of it.
Assuming she had simply been playing around and fallen, he bent down and lightly tapped her head with a slender finger.
âDummy.â
âIâve never seen anyone manage to fall and scrape up their hand this badly.â
Qingqing covered her head and sniffled.
âGot it…â
she murmured obediently, without the slightest trace of temper.
Watching her reaction, the corners of Fu Yueciâs lips curved upward ever so slightly.
What a soft little bun.
When Fu Sihuai finally came out after finishing the paperwork, the two had somehow grown much closer.
For some reason, they were holding hands again.
He glanced at them but said nothing.
Instead, he led them toward the orphanage gate.
After walking a few steps, Qingqing suddenly turned around.
She looked reluctantly at the director, who was waving goodbye with a smile.
After a momentâs hesitation, she released Fu Yueciâs hand and ran back.
The director crouched down and smiled kindly.
âQingqing, be good after you go there. Listen to Mr. Fu and donât make him angry.â
âIf Mr. Fu allows it, Iâll come visit you.â
She gently wiped away the tears on the little girlâs face and placed a packet of tissues into her hand.
âDonât cry anymore. Hurry and go. We canât keep Mr. Fu waiting.â
With tears blurring her vision, Qingqing choked out,
âIâm… sorry. About last night…â
The director wiped her tears clean and didnât let her finish.
âGo on, Qingqing.â
âWhen I find your necklace, Iâll bring it to you.â
âAnd Iâll take good care of Da Huang too. If Mr. Fuâs family wants a dog, then once Da Huangâs puppies are old enough, Iâll choose the prettiest one and send it to you.â
She gently pushed the little girl forward.
âGo now.â
Fu Yueci walked back over, bent down, and silently picked Qingqing up.
He nodded to the director before carrying the sobbing little girl into the car.
Only after the Fu familyâs vehicle had completely disappeared from sight did the director turn around and head back.
She went to the cafeteria and picked up two steamed buns.
Then she entered the surveillance room and pulled up the security footage from yesterday.
Every child in this orphanage was like her own child.
Rourou had always been competitive and eager to win, but she wasnât the kind of child who would deliberately hurt someone.
Lately, however, her behavior had changed considerably.
Whenever new clothes were donated in the past, she would always rush forward to choose first.
Yet three days ago, during a clothing distribution, she had acted like a completely different person.
She neither fought nor competed for anything.






