Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Panda Novel

By the time dinner was prepared, it was exactly 7:40 pm.

Tuan Tuan’s upper body was sprawled across the dining table like a hungry cat, pointing at this dish and that, saying he wanted to try those…

Tuan Tuan was elated. No matter what he pointed to, Mama would bring it to his lips with her chopsticks; she even helped him wipe his mouth after eating. He only had to focus on eating.

When he recalled that Papa had yet to return, Tuan Tuan very thoughtfully only tasted a little. He only got to a half-full state before retreating to the living room with Lin Nuan, watching a cartoon while waiting for Papa to return.

Lin Nuan was concerned the dishes might turn cold by the time Fu Huai’an got home at 8 pm, so she had all the dishes covered up with bowls to keep them warm.

Lin Nuan had always known Fu Huai’an to be an extremely punctual person; if he said he would be there at a certain time, he definitely would be there at the stipulated time, so Lin Nuan had expected Fu Huai’an to arrive home by eight on the dot.

Little Tuan Tuan was lying in Lin Nuan’s arms with his eyes fixated on the Peppa Pig on TV, and it wasn’t long before his eyelids started drooping.

In the end, before Fu Huai’an got home, little Tuan Tuan had fallen asleep in Lin Nuan’s arms.

It was 8:20 pm, even if there was a traffic jam, surely there would be at least a call from him?

As Lin Nuan thought of the phone, she subconsciously glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

Her phone was in the kitchen. When she was accompanying Tuan Tuan to do his homework, Lin Nuan was afraid it might distract the kid, so she had turned down the ringer volume on her phone. The living room was a distance away, so it was possible she might have missed a call or a message from Fu Huai’an.

After looking at the soundly asleep Tuan Tuan on her lap, Lin Nuan couldn’t bear to wake the child up, so she removed the thin coat she was wearing and covered Tuan Tuan with it. Peppa Pig was still playing on the television…

Even if he was late, he couldn’t very well be later than 8:40 pm, so she just decided to wait.

But the dishes would definitely have turned cold by then, and they wouldn’t taste nearly as good after reheating.

While she was waiting, Lin Nuan leaned against the comfortable sofa, and with the sounds of Peppa Pig in her ears, she drifted off to dreamland as well.

…

Fu Huai’an originally could have made it by 8 pm, but he suddenly got called back by Fu Qingquan to the Fu house when he was already on the road.

The reason was none other than Fu Tianci’s participation in a talent contest. Fu Qingquan’s driver had coincidentally seen the broadcast today. He told Fu Qingquan about it on the way back and inadvertently caused the Fus’ house to go into a frenzy.

The minute Fu Qingquan arrived home, he went straight for Fu Tianci’s room, only to see the latter holding a guitar and doing a live stream for his fans. Fu Qingquan was infuriated; he grabbed a golf club and wanted to beat Fu Tianci to death.

Secretary Song felt his organs ache from taking a few of those strokes for Fu Tianci; one could imagine how brutal Fu Qingquan was.

Seeing as he couldn’t calm Fu Qingquan down, Secretary Song hurriedly called Fu Huai’an, telling him he couldn’t hold Fu Qingquan back from clubbing Fu Tianci and asking him to hurry home to save the latter.

Fu Huai’an was on the way back to Tianfu Bay and didn’t even want to go, but over the phone, he could hear Fu Tianci’s cries of agony, plus that of his mother begging and wailing, so he couldn’t bear to leave Fu Tianci alone in the end…

Ever since Old Madam Fu and Fu Qingquan had fallen out, Fu Qingquan had been staying in the Fu manor in the north, and Fu Tianci’s mother had grandly moved in as well. Fu Huai’an had only ever been to the new Fu manor twice.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Huai’an’s assistant Little Lu took a glance at the back seat through the rearview mirror and saw an exhausted-looking Fu Huai’an, so he asked, “Mr. Fu, are we making a trip to the Fu manor or going back to Tianfu Bay?”

Fu Huai’an wearily looked out at the heavy traffic on the road. On the large display screen in the center of the pedestrian shopping area, he saw Fu Tianci strumming his guitar with his eyes closed, gently humming a tune. He felt something strike in his heart.

The Fu Tianci on the screen had shed his usual fearless image and was passionately singing a campus love song; the image was so beautiful that he looked like a delicate youth straight out of the comics.

The relationship between Fu Huai’an and Fu Qingquan had turned awkward because of Fu Tianci, but Fu Huai’an could feel that Fu Tianci was extraordinarily reliant on him.

Fu Huai’an rubbed his aching temples at the thought of this and instructed Little Lu to turn back for the Fu manor in the north.

Once they got there, the house was in an absolute mess. Fu Tianci was wincing in pain despite being sheltered from the beatings.

Secretary Song was gripping onto his phone anxiously, waiting at the entrance of the manor. Secretary Song was very anxious hearing Fu Tianci’s cries of agony from inside.

Fu Tianci’s mother was just discharged from the hospital not long ago and had taken about ten strokes on Fu Tianci’s behalf when she tried to shelter him from the golf club. Her face was without a shred of color, and sweat was forming on her forehead.

Fu Huai’an had sped all the way there but still ended up taking half an hour.

In the span of this half an hour, Fu Qingquan had chased Fu Tianci all the way from Fu Tianci’s personal gym on the fourth story to the ground floor, smashing countless antique vases and famous paintings along the way.

The servants, Secretary Song included, had all been chased out by Fu Qingquan. The house was in a mess, everything that could be smashed had been smashed by Fu Qingquan…

Fu Qingquan had even bent several of those pricey golf clubs like the one he had in his hand!

The servants stood in a bunch outside the French windows, peeking into the house and discussing in hushed whispers whether Fu Qingquan was really cruel enough to beat Fu Tianci to death this time.

Secretary Song no longer had the mental energy to chase away the nosy servants, only praying that Fu Huai’an would arrive to save Fu Tianci as soon as possible.

As Fu Huai’an’s car entered the manor, Secretary Song hurriedly descended the stairs to open his car door for him personally…

Secretary Song had wanted to hold back his emotions, but he couldn’t fake the calm and composed demeanor he usually put on despite his best efforts. He opened the car door and bowed. “President Fu, please hurry! If you’re any later, Young Master might just lose his life!”

“Stop hitting, Qingquan! Tianci’s not even able to make a sound now! Are you truly bent on beating this kid to death? He’s your only child right now!”

Fu Tianci’s mother was crying hysterically.

Fu Huai’an opened the other side door and calmly got out of the car. He buttoned the button at the waist on his suit then casually closed the door, giving off a strong, imposing aura, his dark eyes looking deep.

Upon hearing Fu Tianci’s mother’s cries, Fu Huai’an’s brows furrowed subconsciously. “How did it get so serious?”

Before Secretary Song could reply, they heard Fu Qingquan’s agitated voice…

“If I beat him to death, all troubles would end! Instead of assuming his position as the young heir of the Kaide Corporation, he had to be a lowly singer? I, Fu Qingquan, have never been so disgraced in my entire life! I gave you the name of Fu Tianci <sup1</sup … I even invested so much hope in you, the entire corporation has their eyes on you, do you not know?”