The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife

Chapter 512 - 515. Parent-Child Fun Fair

Fu Hengyi came home in the evening and heard from Shen Qinglan about how their son had been in a fight at the kindergarten. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Beat someone until their nose bled and they swelled up?" He didn’t quite believe it. Anan, with his small frame, beat up a chubby kid into resembling a pig’s head?

"Tomorrow, when you take him to school, you’ll see for yourself. Your son fights fiercely," Shen Qinglan said. She was still puzzled about how Anan managed to pin down the chubby kid and beat him. According to Teacher Xiao Xie’s description, the chubby kid didn’t stand a chance to fight back at all.

In terms of age, Anan was actually a year younger than his classmates; if you considered physique, Anan was definitely on the smaller side.

"If he had lost the fight, that would have been embarrassing." Both he and Shen Qinglan were trained fighters, and if their own son turned out to be a coward who lost fights, Fu Hengyi felt he would be depressed.

Hearing this, Shen Qinglan gave Fu Hengyi an eye-roll, "Fu Hengyi, you’re going to teach the boy bad habits." What kind of parenting was this—encouraging him to fight? Or did you think fighting is something to be proud of?

Fu Hengyi gave a slight smile, "Anan isn’t here, is he? I’m just talking to you." Of course, he would never say this in front of the child.

"But the kid has got something, saving a damsel in distress at such a young age." Hmm, much better than himself.

Shen Qinglan: ...Is that the point?

That evening, while Fu Hengyi bathed their son, he found a small bruise on Anan’s back and lightly pressed it, "Does it hurt?"

Anan frowned, "It hurts."

"I heard you fought with a friend in kindergarten today?" Fu Hengyi asked lightly, his tone very calm, but Anan tensed up; the person he admired most was Fu Hengyi, but also the one he feared the most.

"Daddy, I was wrong. I promise I won’t fight anymore," Anan held up his little hand, raising three pale fingers.

"You can defend yourself if bullied; a man shouldn’t be too timid," Fu Hengyi said lightly, "But it shouldn’t be you who starts the trouble."

"What does starting trouble mean?" Anan was a child eager to learn.

Fu Hengyi explained slowly, a boy shouldn’t grow up too weak.

"Daddy, I understand. You mean if someone hits me, I can hit them back, but if they don’t hit me, I shouldn’t hit them?"

"That’s about right," his interpretation wasn’t wrong.

Father and son came out of the bathroom; Fu Hengyi had a bottle of Red Flower Oil, the bruise on Anan’s back still needed to be rubbed out.

"Daddy, it hurts," Anan said frowning, his tone carrying a hint of crying.

"Endure it." Fu Hengyi’s face was expressionless, but he unconsciously lightened his touch.

That night, Fu Hengyi unexpectedly took Anan into their room to sleep. Shen Qinglan was surprised; since Anan learned to talk, this was the first time Fu Hengyi had voluntarily let Anan sleep with them.

When Anan fell asleep, Shen Qinglan came out of the bathroom after washing up and saw Fu Hengyi tucking in Anan, ensuring he wouldn’t catch cold. A smile flickered in Shen Qinglan’s eyes. Despite Fu Hengyi’s usual jealousy of his son, when it came down to it, he was the one who doted on the boy most.

"Feeling sympathetic?" Shen Qinglan asked with a smile.

Fu Hengyi shifted his gaze from his son, his expression indifferent, "What’s there to feel sympathetic about? He’s not a girl; why be so delicate?"

Shen Qinglan did not expose him. "Is Anan’s injury alright?" She had already smelled the scent of Red Flower Oil.

"It’s just a bruise, it’s nothing."

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The next morning, although Fu Hengyi said he did not mind, he still personally took his son to school. "Daddy, are you taking me to school today?" Anan asked Fu Hengyi during breakfast.

Fu Hengyi placed a peeled egg in Anan’s bowl. "Yes, eat up, I’ll take you to kindergarten after you finish."

"Daddy, I don’t like this." Anan preferred fried eggs and did not like boiled eggs.

"Eat the egg completely, children should not be picky eaters."

"Okay." Anan frowned but obediently ate his egg. If Shen Qinglan had been there today, he would definitely have bargained, even if it was just to eat one less bite.

As Fu Hengyi took his son to kindergarten, from a distance, Anan pointed at a plump woman at the door and said, "Daddy, that fat auntie bullied Mommy yesterday."

Last night during his bath, Fu Hengyi had asked Anan carefully about what had happened. Anan had a good memory and remembered every word the plump woman had said, including those about Shen Qinglan.

Hearing his son’s words, Fu Hengyi’s eyes turned slightly cold. The plump woman had already seen Anan and, seeing that the person bringing him was not Shen Qinglan but a man, she wondered if this man could be Anan’s father.

"Good morning, Teacher Xiao Xie." Anan greeted his class teacher with a cheerful smile.

Teacher Xiao Xie took Anan’s hand. "Good morning, Anan. Mr. Fu, are you the one bringing Anan today?" Teacher Xiao Xie rarely saw Fu Hengyi bringing Anan to school; usually, it was either Shen Qinglan or Chu Yunrong, and occasionally Shen Junyu. She knew he was a soldier, always at the military region.

Fu Hengyi nodded. "Teacher Xiao Xie, please take care of Anan." Noticing the woman was still sneaking glances at him, he added, "Anan has a bruise on his back, I hope you can take extra care of him."

Teacher Xiao Xie’s expression changed slightly, anxiously asking, "How did Anan get a bruise on his back? Did he fall or something?"

"He was beaten by someone in a fight yesterday," Fu Hengyi said, his gaze briefly shifting to observe the plump woman’s reaction; her face indeed changed.

Hearing this, Teacher Xiao Xie appeared somewhat embarrassed. "Mr. Fu, I’m truly sorry about yesterday. I failed in my responsibility as a teacher."

"It’s normal for children to have minor bumps and scrapes. Don’t worry about it, Teacher Xiao Xie. However, since Anan’s bruise still hasn’t healed, please keep an eye on him today and ensure he doesn’t play too roughly and hurt himself again."

"Of course, Mr. Fu. I’ll make sure to take good care of Anan, rest assured." Relieved that Fu Hengyi did not pursue the matter further, Teacher Xiao Xie sighed in relief—this job had been hard for her to find. If Fu Hengyi had insisted on holding her accountable, the principal would surely have dismissed her.

"Goodbye, Daddy." Anan waved to Fu Hengyi, who nodded. "Listen to your teacher at school. Mommy will pick you up tonight."

"Daddy, you’re not coming to pick me up tonight?" Anan looked somewhat disappointed, having thought his father would come to pick him up from school.

"I have some work tonight, Mommy will pick you up. I’ll take you to school tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, Anan immediately cheered up and waved to his father, then followed Teacher Xiao Xie inside. Seeing his son had entered, Fu Hengyi also turned to leave, but the plump woman blocked his way. "Mr. Fu..." she hesitantly began.

Fu Hengyi looked at the woman indifferently. "What is it?"

"Mr. Fu, I’m Xiao Pang’s mother, the child who fought with Anan yesterday. I’m here to apologize about yesterday’s incident."

She had been waiting at the entrance of the kindergarten early in the morning, just to apologize to Shen Qinglan. However, instead of Shen Qinglan, it was Fu Hengyi who appeared.

After Shen Qinglan left with Anan yesterday, she was summoned to the principal’s office and severely scolded. It was then that she realized that Shen Qinglan was indeed the granddaughter-in-law of the Fu Family that she had suspected, and Anan was the most cherished great-grandson of Old Sir Fu. And she had actually insulted Anan for lacking manners. Thinking of this, the fat woman couldn’t help but break out into a cold sweat. Especially after returning home at night, her husband, who never dared to speak loudly to her, actually argued with her and even declared that if they couldn’t obtain the forgiveness of the Fu Family, he would divorce her.

From the moment the fat woman knew Shen Qinglan’s identity, she regretted her actions. However, since she didn’t have Shen Qinglan’s contact information, she could only adopt this method of "waiting for the rabbit," worried that she might miss Shen Qinglan. Today, the fat woman had been waiting here even before the kindergarten had opened.

"Was it you who said yesterday that my son’s wife lacked manners?" Fu Hengyi’s eyes were slightly cold.

Upon hearing this, the woman’s body was drenched in cold sweat, "Mr. Fu, it was all a misunderstanding yesterday. I spoke without understanding the truth; it was I who lacked manners, I was blind to the truth. Please, sir, don’t take it to heart. I came here today specifically to apologize to Mrs. Fu, but unexpectedly, I met you."

The fat woman was nothing like the arrogant and domineering figure she was the day before; she only wished time could flow backward to give her another chance to rectify her mistake.

"This lady has indeed raised her son well, teaching him to flip up little girls’ skirts," Fu Hengyi said sarcastically. He seldom spoke to people in such a tone, but clearly, the insult to Shen Qinglan had put him in a very bad mood.

The fat woman dared not refute Fu Hengyi’s words, and only nodded continuously, "It was my fault for not teaching my son well. I have already severely disciplined him after going back. It’s all my fault; I just beg for Mr. Fu to forgive us this time."

Fu Hengyi looked at her coldly, and the woman, feeling his gaze, felt her calves trembling. Yet, she dared not make any movement and was forced to endure this intimidating scrutiny. Just when she felt she could no longer hold on, Fu Hengyi looked away and spoke indifferently, "Instead of thinking about these irrelevant things, you should spend more time on your own son."

Yesterday, the woman had said something similar about Shen Qinglan; today, Fu Hengyi returned those words to her unchanged. The woman, covered in cold sweat, kept nodding, "Yes, yes, Mr. Fu, I’m really sorry about yesterday."

Fu Hengyi did not care to argue with such a sycophantic and petty person. He walked past her and left. Only after he was far away did the fat woman dare to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. This man was truly terrifying. Although Fu Hengyi did not utter a single harsh word, nor did he curse her, that gaze was more frightening than any words could be.

Fu Hengyi was back to attend a meeting and to report his work to senior officers, so after sending Anan to kindergarten, he left home.

In the evening, when Anan came back from school and did not see his daddy at home, he was a bit disappointed, "Mommy, when is Daddy coming back?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan casually asked, "What’s wrong?" Anan was not usually clingy to his father, except for the few months after he was born because Fu Hengyi had been the one to raise him, so he was particularly attached. But as he grew older, he completely stopped being clingy, and it was rare for him to even talk about his daddy.

However, today, all along the way home, he had asked several times, and continued asking after reaching home; it was a bit abnormal.

With his hands behind his back, Anan said, "I have something I want to tell Daddy. Is Daddy coming back today?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, "He will be, when it’s time for dinner, your daddy should be back." She was not aware when this father and son duo had started keeping secrets from her; before this, Anan would have discussed any matter with her.

But when it was time for dinner, Fu Hengyi still had not come home, and Anan nagged Shen Qinglan about Fu Hengyi’s whereabouts. Shen Qinglan had no choice but to send a message to Fu Hengyi.

"Your daddy said he will definitely come back before you sleep."

Anan’s eyes brightened, "Then I’ll wait for Daddy to come back before I sleep."

Anan did as he said, although he usually slept at 8 PM every night, he waited until 9:30 PM, still with his eyes open.

Seeing his little head nodding off bit by bit, Shen Qinglan felt a bit heartbroken, "Anan, go to sleep first."

Anan shook his head, "No, I want to wait for Daddy."

"Can you tell Daddy whatever it is tomorrow morning after you wake up?"

Anan continued to shake his head, "I want to tell Daddy today. Daddy said he would come back before I sleep."

Seeing his son stubbornly refuse to go to sleep, Shen Qinglan sent another message to Fu Hengyi, who said he was already on his way back and would arrive home soon.

"Anan, why don’t you go lie down in bed? Daddy is already on his way back and will be home soon."

"Really?" Anan instantly perked up.

"Yes, it’s true. When has Mommy ever lied to you? Daddy will be back soon. Can you wait for Daddy in bed, okay?" Anan nodded.

Knowing his son had been waiting for him for several hours, Fu Hengyi, upon arriving home and without even having time to eat, went straight to Anan’s room to see his