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Chapter 538 I Won’t Hold Grudges, Don’t Be Awkward

Chapter 538: Chapter 538 I Won’t Hold Grudges, Don’t Be Awkward

Su Mu was sleeping hazily, her consciousness was hazily, she couldn’t even distinguish the meaning of Fu Shinian’s words. She only knew it was a question, so she hummed in response subconsciously after he finished speaking. But she didn’t expect Fu Shinian to become somewhat excited in an instant, hugging her even tighter until Su Mu protested uncomfortably and he relaxed a bit:

"So I’ll take that as your agreement?"

"Mmm-hmm, agreed, agreed, I want to sleep."

"Alright, alright, go to sleep." Fu Shinian cooed to her like one would with a child, but still made sure to confirm one last time with some lingering unease: "So, after you return from your business trip, we’ll finish what we started, okay?"

Su Mu, annoyed by his pestering, waved her hand:

"If you say one more word, I’ll change my mind."

After that sentence, not only did Fu Shinian not dare to speak, he even lightened his breathing, until the breathing of Su Mu in his arms evened out. Only then did he smile contently, eventually closing his eyes as well.

On the day Su Mu left, it was a Saturday. It should have been the day Wen Shaoyuan and Qiqi met, but with Su Mu gone, that agreement seemed to be known only to the two children and Wen Han. Unaware of Su Mu’s business trip, Wen Shaoyuan still called Qiqi:

"Qiqi, are you at the studio? I’ll come to find you."

Only then did Qiqi realize that she couldn’t go to the studio today, but she also longed to see Wen Shaoyuan, so she looked towards Fu Shinian, who was working in his office, helplessly. Detecting the little princess’s gaze, Fu Shinian smiled faintly, gestured for Qiqi to come over, and after Qiqi walked to him, he picked her up onto his lap. He pinched her little cheek and said:

"Tell me directly if you need anything."

"I want to play with Brother Yuan."

Fu Shinian heard this with no particular expression—not upset, but also not pleased. He did not immediately respond to Qiqi, who thought he was reluctant, so she started to persuade him in another way:

"We agreed before, Su Mu also said that Brother Yuan can come to the studio to play with me every week. But today Su Mu is on a business trip, and I can’t go to the studio. So, can I invite Brother Yuan to come over to play at home? You can’t go back on a promise."

Fu Shinian smiled faintly:

"When was this agreed upon?"

"On the day you came back from your business trip, Uncle Wen, Brother Yuan, and I had dinner together..." Qiqi instinctively stopped speaking there, but it seemed it was too late. She carefully looked at Fu Shinian: "Dad, are you upset?"

"Why would I be upset?"

"Because Su Mu and Uncle Wen had dinner."

"But weren’t you and Shaoyuan there, along with your little aunt?"

Qiqi blinked with surprise: "Dad isn’t jealous?"

"Dad isn’t jealous, it’s just that for a person who has never entered your mother’s heart, Dad feels more sympathy than having the energy to be jealous."

Qiqi didn’t quite understand Fu Shinian’s words, so her gaze was a bit puzzled. Seeing this, Fu Shinian smiled slightly, put her down from his lap, and touched her hair: "Go tell your Brother Yuan to come over and play. If he’s willing, he can also stay at our place today, and you both can spend more time together."

"Really?" Qiqi was overjoyed, and started flattering like a sycophant: "I knew Dad is the best. You’re the best dad in the whole world, you’re my idol, my role model."

Fu Shinian was charmed to the extreme:

"Mm, Dad knows."

When Wen Shaoyuan received the call from Qiqi, he hesitated: "You’re not going to the studio today?"

"Su Mu is on a business trip, I can’t go there by myself." Qiqi seemed to realize something: "Brother Yuan, you don’t want to come to my house?"

"It’s not that, but I need to tell my dad, Qiqi wait for me, and I’ll call you back."

Qiqi wasn’t very happy, but she obediently hung up and waited quietly. When Fu Shinian walked out of his study, he saw Qiqi sitting on the stairs, gazing blankly downstairs. He couldn’t help but walk over and crouch beside her:

"What’s wrong, Qiqi?"

"I told Brother Yuan I’m at home, but Brother Yuan doesn’t seem to want to come." Qiqi looked at Fu Shinian with pitiful eyes: "Dad, do you think Brother Yuan might not come?"

Fu Shinian raised an eyebrow upon hearing this—he didn’t mind Wen Shaoyuan being Wen Han’s son, nor did he mind the ambiguous past relationship between Wen Han and Su Mu. Was Wen Han being contrary first? Wen Shaoyuan would want to come; the only concern would be Wen Han. Without such sentiments expressed by Wen Han, Wen Shaoyuan wouldn’t have these considerations.

Facing Qiqi’s hopeful gaze, Fu Shinian smiled faintly:

"He will come, your Brother Yuan will."

"How do you know, Dad?"

"Because Dad will make Qiqi’s wishes come true." Fu Shinian tickled her little nose: "Don’t sit here, the floor’s cold. Go back to your room, and soon your Brother Yuan will come looking for you, knocking on your door."

"Really?"

Fu Shinian smiled: "When has Dad ever lied to you?"

Qiqi laughed and hugged Fu Shinian’s neck, giving him a kiss on the cheek: "Thank you, Dad, I love you."

"Dad loves Qiqi too, very very much."

After watching Qiqi enter her room, the smile gradually faded from Fu Shinian’s face. He walked downstairs and dialed Wen Han’s phone number. As soon as the call connected, he spoke bluntly without pleasantries:

"Wen Han, you can’t be too petty in life."

When Wen Han received this call, Wen Shaoyuan had just entered his room, and before even speaking a word, the call from Fu Shinian came in, leaving him puzzled by Fu Shinian’s abrupt statement. Nonetheless, Wen Han could discern the dissatisfaction in Fu Shinian’s tone and snorted lightly:

"I don’t understand what makes you think that way."

"The past between you and Su Mu is history. I haven’t probed, inquired, nor cared to know, because it’s conclusively over with no possibility of turning back. But keep the adults’ matters away from the children. I didn’t oppose their interactions; what are you so concerned about? Be a man, even if it’s pretentious, at least show some decorum. After all, even Su Mu hasn’t been fussy, so it seems unreasonable for you to prevent Wen Shaoyuan from coming over."

Wen Han furrowed his brows slightly:

"When did I ever prevent Shaoyuan from going?"

"So you mean to let him come? Since that’s the case, I have nothing more to say." Fu Shinian still spoke indifferently: "Whether you’re feigning it or genuinely planning to do so, I’m glad you made the right choice."