WWML 20

chapter 20

Gu Zhao looked helpless. He wanted to show some concern, but the other person had to be willing to accept it first.

“I still have a few things to take care of. I’ll be back in four or five days,” Gu Che said over the phone.

Gu Zhao pressed his lips together and hummed in acknowledgment before hanging up. Then he turned and walked toward his sports car.

The Wanjin Residence was far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city center. Row upon row of grand villas stood proudly in silence.

To put it simply—it was a haven for the wealthy.
Anyone who could afford to live there carried influence and power.

Likewise, its security system was famously strict. Even residents had to verify their identities every time they entered or left.

However, there was one notable exception.

A sleek black luxury car drove through the main gates. The moment the guard saw the license plate, he waved it through immediately—without a single question.

He didn’t dare delay, afraid of offending whoever sat inside.

“Brother Shan, we didn’t even verify that car’s identity. How come you just let it in?” the newly hired guard asked, staring at the dark silhouette of the departing vehicle in confusion.

The man called “Brother Shan” cast him a sharp look and replied sternly, “You’ve only been here a couple of days, so you wouldn’t know. That license plate is a special exception in this community.”

“Whenever you see that plate, no need to check identity—just let it through.”

The young man froze for a second, then couldn’t help asking curiously, “Someone with that kind of privilege… who’s in the car?”

“Curiosity isn’t always a good thing,” Brother Shan warned. “If you want to keep this job, don’t go poking around. Just do your part.”

The young man quickly caught on and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The black luxury car pulled into the Tao family courtyard.

Fu Juncheng stepped out, holding two gift boxes, and climbed the steps at a leisurely pace.

Just as he neared the living room door, he heard the clatter of mahjong tiles from inside.

“Wait, I’m declaring a Kong!”

“I didn’t see that tile just now—take that move back!”

“Dad, this is like the third time you’ve cheated today. I’m not playing with you anymore if you keep that up.”

When Fu Juncheng entered the room, the laughter suddenly died.

All four people at the mahjong table turned to look at him. The elderly woman’s face broke into a warm, loving smile as she rose to greet him.

“Ah Cheng.”

Fu Juncheng’s tone softened slightly. “Grandma.”

“It’s been so long since you last visited. I thought you’d forgotten about your grandparents,” she said, smiling so wide her eyes nearly disappeared.

“Have you eaten yet? What do you want? Grandma will cook for you.”

Fu Juncheng set the gift boxes on the table. “No need, I’ve already eaten.”

“Uncle!”

A soft, milky voice rang out—full of excitement.

A small figure ran toward him but couldn’t stop in time, bumping straight into his leg.

The little boy fell to the floor but didn’t cry. He quickly scrambled back up, his bright eyes shining as he reached his chubby arms up.

“Uncle, hug!”

His adorable pleading made everyone in the room laugh.

Fu Juncheng looked down at the round, pudgy little thing by his feet, the corners of his thin lips curving slightly.

“You’ve gotten even fatter.”

At the word fat, the little boy’s eyes immediately reddened, tears welling like golden beans.

“Uncle, you’re mean! I’m not fat—I’m strong!”

Fu Juncheng chuckled softly, reached down to pinch the boy’s chubby cheek, and teased, “No, you’re just fluffy fat.”

So mean!

Even a three-year-old couldn’t escape his sharp tongue.

“Waaah—!”

The ground practically trembled with his wailing. The little guy was utterly heartbroken.

As his tears rolled like pearls, Grandma gently tapped Fu Juncheng’s arm, smiling helplessly.

“How can you tease a child like that?”

Then she scooped the little boy up and soothed him in a soft voice.

“Don’t cry, Hengheng. Your uncle was just joking. You’re not fat at all—you’re handsome and perfect.”