CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43 SAW MOM TODAY

Saying this, he hurriedly wiped the tears from his eyes, looking eagerly at Fu Shihan.

"Who told you that I hate you?" Fu Shihan focused on the crux of the conversation, glancing over at several servants not far away. His cold gaze made them shiver involuntarily, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.

Such words would never come from family. It was likely just the servants spreading rumors.

Fu Shihan looked back at Yangyang, his tone softened slightly. "Come here."

Yangyang cautiously walked up to him and was embraced in his arms.

"Tell me who it is; I’ll show you what I’m like when I dislike someone."

Yangyang looked around, somewhat understanding, then looked up at Fu Shihan and asked uncertainly, "Dad, do you really not hate me?"

"I don’t hate you."

"Do you like me then?"

"I do."

"Them!" With Fu Shihan’s affirmative answer, Yangyang pointed at the servants who always secretly whispered behind his back that he was an unlikable, naughty child. "They said I am a bad child, so dad doesn’t like me and doesn’t come to see me!"

"Okay." Fu Shihan glanced at those people and promised, "When you wake up tomorrow, you won’t see them anymore. Let’s go have dinner now, then go upstairs to take a bath."

"Dad, have dinner with me..."

"I already ate."

Yangyang, a bit disappointed, hopped off and took Fu Shili’s hand, walking slowly toward the dining room.

Fu Shihan rubbed his temples and glanced at the servants who were trembling and kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy. He said impatiently, "Get out," not wanting to see them for another moment.

In the dining room, under Fu Shili’s company, Yangyang ate slowly, his eyes occasionally darting towards the living room.

"Uncle, do you think dad will sleep at home tonight?"

Fu Shili smiled gently. "I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?"

Yangyang frowned, "I’m scared."

"Then how come you were brave enough to smash Grandpa’s favorite vase this afternoon?"

"It wasn’t on purpose... I didn’t aim for that one, I meant to hit the one next to it, but I missed."

The little one looked innocent and spoke in a soft, childish voice. Fu Shili couldn’t help but smile and didn’t tease him further.

After filling his stomach, Yangyang obediently ran back upstairs to wash up, then waited in Fu Shihan’s bedroom until he finally arrived after a long wait.

"Dad." He sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Fu Shihan. "I saw mom today!"

"How did you know it was her?" Fu Shihan frowned.

Yangyang shrank his neck, stuttering, "I... I saw her photo in dad’s wallet."

The person he met today smiled just like the person in the photo, so beautiful.

Fu Shihan knew he had seen Su Wanxin; the bodyguard had called him in the afternoon, reporting that the young master held onto a woman’s legs in front of the company building, calling her mom, then started to cry loudly, unable to be consoled.

What Fu Shihan hadn’t expected was that he cried for several hours, lasting into the evening.

Fu Shihan looked at Yangyang without saying a word. The little guy assumed he was angry about him peeking into his wallet and thus hung his head, not daring to speak.

"Do you like her?"

The room quieted for a moment; Yangyang heard Fu Shihan’s voice. He quickly lifted his head to meet Fu Shihan’s eyes and nodded seriously.

"I like her! She’s beautiful! But..."

"But what?"

"But she doesn’t want me." Yangyang slowly lowered his head again. "Dad, is it because I’m not well-behaved that you don’t come to see me?"