Haha, no problem, watch me beat you to a pulp.
Su Encai felt a chill down his back. Was someone thinking about him?
"Since when... has Dad been this awesome?" he asked weakly.
He pondered whether he should privately ask the old man for advice. This way, he might avoid getting beaten up by him.
After all, maybe they still had a chance to create a little baby girl whoâs sweet and cute.
Uh... just like...
"What are you talking about? If you keep this up, the old man might really beat you up." Fu Ling rolled her eyes. "Mom was already pregnant when she and Dad were separated, and later, they had a daughter. Thatâs your sister."
Su Encai: "..."
Oh my, these twists and turns are exhausting.
Honey, please, when you talk in the future, could you get to the point first? It could be life-threatening otherwise.
Su Encai thought that when he got home, he needed to have a good discussion with his wife about the art of conversation. After all, he was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, so these things could be talked about.
"And your Ziqiao as well. Last time when he went to Qin City with the old man, I found it strange. I didnât expect him to come back and not say a thing. Such a big matter and he didnât tell us," Fu Ling said angrily. "You tell me, is this son even ours?"
How could he not be? He was yours!
Su Encai silently supplemented in his mind, but the words that came out were a change of tone, "Right, definitely not ours, calm down, Iâll deal with him to vent your anger."
"And the old man too, not letting him tell us until now," Fu Ling said. "Ah, you have no idea how excited I am right now."
"From the first time I saw Lingling, I liked this girl and wished she were my daughter. I envied Wang Shuyun for a long time because of this."
She even privately scolded Su Ziqiao thoroughly.
Even ice-cold Yang Yunhai could find such a good wife, and youâre no worse than him, Ziqiao. Apart from being a foodie, everything else about you is pretty decent.
Good looks, check. Capability, not bad either.
How come you canât find a wife then?
Could it be that somethingâs wrong with our son?
Fu Ling was frightened by this thought, and when she saw Su Ziqiao, she kept staring at the area between his thighs, making Su Ziqiaoâs scalp tingle, not knowing what his mom was up to.
Could she be thinking of castrating him?
With that thought, Su Ziqiao clamped his legs together and ran off decisively.
Fu Ling: "..."
That useless thing, is it so difficult to get a daughter-in-law?
"Although sheâs not our daughter now, isnât Gu Lingling still like a daughter, as our Su familyâs niece?" Fu Lingling thought of Gu Linglingâs rosy cheeks and wanted to pinch them. Previously, she was afraid of scaring the young girl because they werenât close, but things are different now.
Our daughter, we can pinch those cheeks all we want.
Haha!
Su Encai: "..."
So, honey, do you want a daughter, or do you just want to pinch a girlâs cheeks?
Since when did you become so mischievous?
"What gift should we give Lingling?" Fu Ling said on the phone. "Ziqiao knows Lingling from way back, and they have such a good relationship. Our gift canât be lighter than the Bossâs."
"Youâre right, it must be a good and substantial gift." Husband-pawed Su Encai had to support whatever his wife decided, so the gift must be valuable.
"But what to give?" Fu Ling appeared to be troubled, "Oh, hurry back so we can discuss it properly. Oh right, call the Boss and ask them what theyâre giving."
"Still, my wife is the smart one," Su Encai praised his wife, then hung up to go and gather intel.
Uh... the Bossâs family isnât an enemy; heâs just going to find out, just find out.