Fu Hengzhi lowered his head and moved closer to Zhou Zhou, hugging him and then burying his head in Zhou Zhou's neck like Fu Xiaofan, rubbing against him like a pitiful large dog about to be abandoned by its owner.
"I was wrong, please don't ignore me."
"..."
"I'll definitely discuss things with you in the future, baby, don't be angry."
"..."
"Wife..."
"This is so annoying, go drive up ahead."
"Okay." President Fu was happy even though he was scolded; at least his wife was paying attention to him.
After shoving the man into the driver's seat, Zhou Zhou rubbed his temples with a grim expression. Perhaps it was because too many things had happened today, but his head was throbbing slightly.
As he was massaging, his fingertips were suddenly covered by a soft touch. Looking down, Zhou Zhou found that Fu Xiaofan, who had been sleeping in his arms, was now staring at him with wide eyes, her right hand stretched high as she massaged his temples.
Zhou Zhou gently raised the corners of her lips and pinched the other person's chubby cheek.
"I don't need you, I'm fine, I can do it myself."
"Hmm..." Fu Xiaofan arched upwards, reached out and hugged the other's neck, making a childish whimpering sound, without saying a word.
Zhou Zhou took it as him trying to act cute and gently patted the other person's back twice.
The shareholders' meeting decision had been made, and the three returned home. Fu Hengzhi had just changed one of his slippers when his secretary called him to the company, and he was working non-stop.
Zhou Zhou didn't have to go to the film set today, but her phone kept ringing, all calls from the Fu family's old residence.
The first call was from Duan Yun, who came to comfort him. Duan Yun sounded like she was about to cry when she made the call, as if she was the one who had been wronged at the old house, not Zhou Zhou. She expressed her guilt. In the end, Zhou Zhou comforted her for a long time before she gave up the idea of visiting him.
Then came a series of phone calls from Fu Hongjiang, Fu Wen, and Liu Yuelian. The first two were calling to express their concern for him, while the latter was answered by Fu Shuiling, who expressed her apologies and remorse. Zhou Zhou also politely stated that there was no need to bring up the past.
Fu Shuiling was forced by Fu Xiong to make a phone call to apologize. Fu Xiong stood behind her the whole time. When he heard that the other party was generous and that the past did not need to be mentioned again, Fu Shuiling's back teeth ground together.
There's no need to bring up the past; you were the one who brought it up first! What a scheming and manipulative man!
Zhou Zhou chuckled a few times as he hung up the phone. He guessed that Fu Shuiling must be both angry and helpless at that moment.
Anyway, Zhou Zhou doesn't plan to go back there anytime soon.
"Little Fu Xiaofan, are you going to stay here?" After finishing the call, Zhou Zhou turned around and looked at the child sitting on the bed, scrolling on a tablet. The child was busy playing an educational card game and was about to complete it. Hearing this, the child looked up, paused for a while, and slowly nodded, "Yes, I've decided not to go back anymore. I'll stay here with you."
"So filial! Dad is really touched." Zhou Zhou's fair fingers nimbly tapped on the keyboard, and she smiled as she heard him say that. "What do you want? Tell Dad."
“…I don’t want anything.” Fu Xiaofan stared at the other person’s back with a complicated expression.
"Oh?" How strange, this child of a generation refuses everything. Zhou Zhou turned his head, but the other party had already lowered his head to continue a new round of games.
Zhou Zhou raised an eyebrow, put down what she was doing, and leaned over to tease him, "Dad bought you a bionic robot?"
"Grandpa bought it for me, and it's being shipped by air."
"Those clothes?"
"Grandma bought me all the new season styles from international trendy children's brands." Fu Xiaofan looked up and met the other person's gaze, her little mouth pouting. "Does everything I do have to be profitable? Can't I just care about you?"
"Suddenly feeling a little apprehensive?" Zhou Zhou joked.
Fu Xiaofan glanced at him, opened her mouth halfway but then immediately closed it, snorted and continued playing her game. Outside, the sun was setting, and the light inside the room gradually dimmed, leaving only the two electronic screens lit up.
Fu Xiaofan finished playing the game and looked up to see the other person's busy figure.
"What are you busy with?"
"There are a few minor revisions needed in the script," Zhou Zhou said without looking away. "Are you hungry?"
"...No, you're busy."
Fu Xiaofan lay expressionless in the middle of the bed, staring at the ceiling. Lines of green data code flashed in his eyes before returning to silence, his face full of worry.
Chapter 119 The Laughingstock of Fifty Steps at a Hundred Steps
The old man's 80th birthday celebration has passed in a rush. Zhou Zhou continues her life as usual, going back and forth between the film crew and home. Fu Xiaofan clings to her father and refuses to go to the company with Fu Hengzhi, obediently following Zhou Zhou with her tablet.
Zhou Zhou answered several calls from the old house, all from people missing their grandsons and great-grandsons. At first, he even tried to ask Fu Xiaofan if he really wasn't going back to the old house. But Fu Xiaofan got annoyed by the calls, and he himself got annoyed by the phone calls, so he simply handed the phone over to the person in charge.
"Hey~ Grandpa~ Grandma Feng's sweet and sour pork ribs are delicious! I don't want to go back, I want to stay with Dad."
"Hey~ Grandma~ Xiaofan misses Grandma too, how about Grandma comes to visit Xiaofan at home~"
"Hey~ Grandma~ Huh? Xiao Fan can't hear you, the signal's bad~"
'Click'
Fu Xiaofan hung up the phone with a grin and then continued playing online games.
Zhou Zhou, who had been sitting beside him the whole time, raised an eyebrow when he heard this and turned his gaze to the game interface, where he saw the full signal in the upper right corner.
"..." The child has been staying by his side without crying or making a fuss for more than a month. Zhou Zhou looked at Fu Xiaofan playing games seriously with a complicated expression. They say that if something is abnormal, there must be something fishy going on.
"Honey, what are you after?" Zhou Zhou asked cautiously, staring at Fu Xiaofan who was engrossed in playing the game, which elicited a puzzled look from the little boy.
"What's the point of all this?" Fu Xiaofan pouted. "Can't I just spend some time with you?"
It was the same answer again, and the key point was that Zhou Zhou didn't believe it at all. Especially considering Fu Xiaofan's attitude of never returning home without a reason in the past, Zhou Zhou couldn't help but suspect that the other party was hiding something from him.
"Are you sure you can handle this? You need to give your child enough trust, don't you understand? Do you even know how to raise a child?" On the other side of Fu Xiaofan sat a man wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a baseball cap, covering himself up completely. He was carrying a freshly delivered milk tea with less sugar and less ice.
"Here, Xiao Fan, drink this to cool down."
A cup of milk tea with a straw was brought to Fu Xiaofan's lips. Without turning her head, she slurped up a mouthful of pearl and taro paste, then swallowed it with a "glug." Without looking to the side, she sweetly said, "Thank you, Uncle Ye~"
"Good boy." Ye Qisheng covered his face so well that no one could see his expression. He continued, "Xiao Fan, when your Uncle Wen Luo comes over after filming, do you know what to say?"
"I know~"
Looking at the inexplicably upside-down scene of fatherly love and filial piety between the two, Zhou Zhou scoffed with a look of disgust. He then turned his gaze to Wen Luo, who was suspended by wires in the distance and performing a fight scene in the crowd, and chuckled, "Yes, yes, Actor Ye is amazing. He hasn't even won over his wife yet and he's already raising a child."
"You!" Ye Yingdi's fist hardened instantly after being hit where it hurt, but then deflated after a moment. The other party had a point. He sighed and said, "Luo Luo looks at me like I'm invisible. It's been more than a month, and I haven't even held Luo Luo's hand!"
"..."
"You guys filmed this movie way too fast. Why didn't you, the original author, write more?"
"??"
Seeing Ye Qisheng so dejected, Zhou Zhou's initial pleasure from his confrontation with Ye Qisheng gradually dissipated. Just as he was considering what to say next, Fu Xiaofan freed one hand from the game and patted Ye Qisheng's arm maturely, speaking in a calm tone.
"Sigh, that's life."
As he said this, his eyes were still fixed on the moving cards on the tablet screen. With a swipe of his other hand, one of the cards on the other side shattered.
Their attitude towards Actor Ye was extremely perfunctory.
"I've already admitted my mistake and corrected it, so why can't Luo Luo give me another chance? Is there something I didn't do well enough?"
"Sigh, that's just how people are."
"..."
Zhou Zhou looked at Fu Xiaofan's practiced but half-hearted attempt at comforting her with a complicated expression, then leaned closer and whispered, "Is he like this when I'm not around?"
"Yes."
"……Thanks a lot."
Ye Qisheng, who was standing to the side, did not hear the conversation between the father and son. When he saw Wen Luo do a backflip in the distance, he sighed again, "Xiao Fan, have you ever seen such a failure as your uncle?"
"I've seen it before, of course I've seen it before." Fu Xiaofan didn't care much. He played cards in a row and destroyed all the opponent's cards. Seeing the sign of advancement, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He casually said, "It's just that you can't appease your wife. My dad hasn't slept in my bed for a month."
Zhou Zhou: "?"
Ye Qisheng was taken aback. "Is this something I can say?"
Achoo!
Fu Hengzhi took the tissue his secretary handed him and rubbed his nose. The person across the table smiled at him and teased, "Mr. Fu, is someone missing you?"
"Hmm." Fu Hengzhi crumpled the tissue into a ball and tossed it into the trash can, glancing at the other person indifferently. "My wife probably misses me."
Seeing that the other party still had a smile on his face, Fu Hengzhi tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the table and said calmly, "Never mind, President Ye is not married, so he probably doesn't understand my feelings."
Seeing the other party's face fall, he felt much better. He quickly glanced at the last page of the contract, signed his name, and stamped the company seal at the end.
"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Ye." Fu Hengzhi stood up and shook hands with the other party.
"This is the second time we've collaborated with your company. Mr. Fu is a very straightforward person." Ye Misheng stood up and shook the other person's hand. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."
'Buzz—'
The phone vibrated at an inopportune moment in the small conference room. Ye Misheng glanced at the caller ID and answered it casually.
"Mr. Ye, Young Master Wang has gone to the bar again."
The meeting room was too quiet. Even though Ye Misheng's phone wasn't on speakerphone, Fu Hengzhi could hear what was coming from the other person's earpiece, even though they were just a table apart.
Upon hearing the word "bar," Ye Misheng's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone ambiguous. "Understood. Keep an eye on him. I'll be right there."
The other party didn't seem to be thinking about avoiding risks. After hanging up the phone, they smiled at Fu Hengzhi and said, "I'll have the project manager handle the remaining follow-up meetings. I have some personal matters to attend to, so please excuse me."
Seeing that the other party was in a hurry to leave, Fu Hengzhi naturally knew who the so-called 'Young Master Wang' was referring to. He curled the corners of his mouth and said, "President Ye's way of pursuing people is really special. It might be counterproductive to send people to keep a close eye on him."
"?" Upon hearing this, Ye Misheng suddenly stopped, turned around, squinted at him, and chuckled twice. "Does President Fu never check up on things?"
“There’s no need,” Fu Hengzhi continued. “Trust is the most important thing between husband and wife…”
"My brother said the crew of 'Boundless' has a dinner party this afternoon."
"I handle all work-related social engagements..."
"It's said that the gathering organized by Mr. Liu of Yuedong will invite a bunch of popular celebrities and internet celebrities to accompany them."
"……Place."
"Cayenne." Ye Misheng smiled, waved, and turned around. "You're welcome."
During the follow-up meeting, the representatives of both companies sat facing each other in the seats that should have been occupied by the presidents, both reading the same helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Brother Zhou? Aren't you going to President Liu's dinner party?"
"No, I have the child with me, I'll go home first." Zhou Zhou waved his hand and carried the sleeping Fu Xiaofan toward the parking lot.
"Hey," Wang Xiaoxun muttered behind him, "They really are powerful. They just say they won't go."