Right after Ye Zichen left, the ever-absent Fu Jingyu came back. He sat in his wheelchair, still in his same clothes, looking serious and cold.
But in Ye Fanxing's eyes, hidden beneath his stern demeanor, was an incredibly tender heart.
Ye Fanxing spoke, calling him tenderly, "Uncle."
Fu Jingyu responded indifferently: "What is it?"
"Thank you for letting Zichen come to see me."
Seeing Zichen made her very happy and made her love Fu Jingyu even more.
Fu Jingyu looked into her bright eyes, thinking he had simply done what he should have, "If you'd like, he can come over anytime."
Mrs. Ye's attitude was a thorn in Ye Fanxing's heart, all he could do was let the more sensible Ye Zichen spend some time with her.
A feeling of happiness welled up in Ye Fanxing's heart: "Mmm."
After talking with Ye Fanxing, Fu Jingyu took a shower. When he came out, he saw Ye Fanxing had taken her laptop to bed and was typing away...