Hearing these words, Wang Xiangxiang’s eyes grew sowhat desolate. She genuinely adored her three-year-old brother, who since birth had never once seen their mother or father.
His only knowledge of their parents ca from the lips of servants, and as soon as he knew better, he would constantly pester her with questions about where their mother and father were.
Why did everyone else have a mother and father, and only he didn’t?
Clutching her brother in her arms, she burst into uncontrollable sobs before finally saying with a heart full of pain, "You do have a mother, sis is your mother."
And so, Little Fufu rembered: when they were alone, he would call her mother, and in the presence of others, he would call her sister.
Wang Xiangxiang snapped back to reality from her mories and squatted down to speak earnestly, "No, you should call him brother as well, he’s not daddy."
"Oh!" Little Fufu’s gaze began to dim as he had thought the man was his father because their nas were the sa. It turned out he had been mistaken.
Wang Xiangxiang continued to console her little brother, "Daddy went far away, and he’ll co back once Fufu is all grown up."
Upon hearing this, Fufu’s eyes lit up again, "Then Fufu will grow up fast so he can wait for daddy to co back."
"Right, go play with them for a while; that brother is going to make you sothing delicious later."
Fufu went off to play with the three little ones, leaving the adults behind.
The people all knew that children say things without thinking and didn’t pay much mind to Fufu’s words, but Chu Lian was not calm. His mind had turned to mush, and he started to believe what Fufu had said was true.
More than three years ago, Wang Xiangxiang had t Li Fugui and they had even gotten into a physical fight over sothing. Could it have been about a child?
Wang Xiangxiang’s inability to forget Li Fugui led her to na her child Fufu. The child was precisely three years old, which fit perfectly.
He was getting angrier the more he thought about it. What exactly were those two up to?
His face darkened more and more to the extent that he remained unaware when Xiaoxiao and Wang Xiangxiang went to check on the female workers.
When he finally ca to his senses, only Li Fugui, Yang Ming, and he were left in the room.
Li Fugui spoke up, "I’m heading to the kitchen to prepare lunch."
Just as he was about to leave, Chu Lian bellowed, "You stay right there."
Li Fugui and Yang Ming were baffled by Chu Lian’s shout, wondering what was wrong with him as he had looked grim since earlier on.
"What’s the issue?" Li Fugui asked with a look of confusion.
Without saying a word, Chu Lian punched Li Fugui, causing his mouth to bleed.
Yang Ming quickly stepped in to pull them apart, "Brother Chu, what are you doing?"
Chu Lian, realizing he had overstepped, stopped his attack, "Sorry."
Li Fugui, baffled by the assault but seeing that it had ceased, didn’t say anything and wiped the blood from his mouth before heading to the kitchen.
"Brother Chu, what’s going on with you today? You’ve been off," Yang Ming asked after Li Fugui went away.
"I’m fine," Chu Lian replied, not willing to discuss it, His mind was in a state of chaos, and he didn’t even understand what was happening to himself, let alone explain it to Yang Ming.
After saying that, he also left.
"Brother Chu, where are you going?"
"I’m going to cook as well," Chu Lian left behind these words and headed to the kitchen too.
"..." Yang Ming was left with an expression of helplessness. What on earth was going on? Why was Brother Chu going to cook? Could it be he hadn’t given up on cooking and genuinely wanted to beco a chef?
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