Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Fu Yuling was pushed aside, her hands on her hips, she pouted at Fu Jichen: "Brother, why do you sound just like Grandpa when you talk now? You’re not even thirty and you’re already old?"

She was different, wearing a magenta dress with bare legs in the cold weather, her long chestnut hair braided into two fishtail braids intertwined at the back.

Despite being the same age, she still looked innocent and naïve, unworldly.

Fu Jichen didn’t even glance at her, looking indifferent as he took off his coat and handed it to the approaching servant, then asked Wei Ronghua, who followed him: "Where’s Grandpa?"

"In the study upstairs."

Wei Ronghua wanted to ask if he had eaten and if anything should be cooked, but he just headed upstairs, his tall and upright figure like a towering tree.

Fu Yuling stared at his figure for a long time, until he rounded the stairs and disappeared from sight, she reluctantly withdrew her gaze and sat on the sofa, shaking her head and sighing: "Ever since my brother got a girlfriend, he likes me less and less as his sister."

"What nonsense are you saying." Wei Ronghua frowned and reminded her, "Don’t mention this matter at home anymore."

She had already heard that Jichen had a woman in Yicheng, and she was the disgraced daughter of the Shen Family. Recently, there were news stories about her and the Pei Family’s son in a hospital ward, holding each other and being indecent.

With such a family background, not to mention Mr. Fu, even she couldn’t tolerate it.

"Whether I mention it or not, everyone knows anyway." Fu Yuling admired her newly done berry-colored nails that matched her dress, she said indifferently, "Brother is showing off his love with his girlfriend so openly in Yicheng, he never thought of hiding it."

Wei Ronghua’s face didn’t look good: "Family knowing is fine, it can’t be spread outside."

"Okay." Fu Yuling glanced at the staircase entrance, "Why isn’t brother coming down."

Wei Ronghua also looked at the direction of the stairs, worriedly said: "Probably chatting with Grandpa in the study, they haven’t seen each other for half a year, there’s a lot to talk about between them."

She only hoped that Jichen could stay calm and not provoke Mr. Fu to anger again, bow his head and admit his mistake to the elder, and strive to stay in Beicheng, which was the proper thing to do. She understood very well that among the younger generation, Jichen was the most outstanding, capable of taking on important tasks, and although Mr. Fu didn’t say it, he truly cherished Jichen in his heart.

Her future status as a mother all depended on him.

In the study on the third floor, Fu Jichen knocked and went in when Mr. Fu was sitting on a sandalwood chair reading a book, dressed in a deep gray silk outfit, he looked energetic and strong.

On the side table, a yellow mud stove was set up, the charcoal fire crackling, a pot of tea was boiling on the stove, white steam rising.

Fu Jichen walked up slowly, Mr. Fu didn’t look up, his sight stayed on the book. Fu Jichen picked up the white square towel on the table, folded it and used it to hold the teapot handle, pouring a cup of tea for Mr. Fu: "Grandpa."

Only then did Mr. Fu close the book, looked up at the person standing by the table: "Back?"

"Yeah, just arrived." Fu Jichen put down the teapot, wiped his hands with the towel, and sat on the chair opposite Mr. Fu, "I made you worry."

Mr. Fu snorted, feigned anger: "If you knew I was worried, you wouldn’t have waited until today to come back."

"Wasn’t I following your orders, to reflect on myself in Yicheng, temper my character?" Fu Jichen smiled, "How could I come back so easily and risk displeasing you?"

"Is that so?" Now Mr. Fu was a bit genuinely angry, "But why did I hear that you were living carefree in Yicheng, so happy you forgot to come back, without a hint of reflection?"

Fu Jichen knew what he meant, yet insisted on joking: "Whoever told you that, they wronged me. I increased Dongke’s profit by 200% for you, is that called living carefree?"

"Don’t try to fool me, your grandfather is not senile yet." Mr. Fu said with an amused yet annoyed tone, "Tell me, what’s going on with that Shen Family’s daughter?"

Seeing this topic couldn’t be avoided, Fu Jichen smiled, "It’s just what you know about."

"I told you not to beat around the bush with me. Are you serious or just having fun? If it’s fun, I won’t say anything, you’re at an age where having a woman or two around, I can’t interfere, just don’t let it become widely known." Mr. Fu held up the teacup, without drinking, just looked at him sternly, "If you’re serious..."

"What about being serious?"

Fu Jichen remained as relaxed as ever, others were afraid to death of Mr. Fu, but he was not.

"You weigh it yourself!"

Mr. Fu said sharply, putting down the teacup, picking up the book and continued to read, unwilling to say more to him.

He got him angry as soon as he returned; in his past life, he owed this grandson.