Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

My fiancé knows nothing about me?

Uncle Rang is a bit slow.

Yuf, tolerant of her illiterate uncle Rangrang, kindly explained, "Weifenfu means 'will get married' in the future, your future husband is Weifenfu!"

Cen Rang laughed: "Should I thank you for explaining it to me?"

Yuf chuckled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth: "You're welcome. Fufu wants a new dress and also wants to eat the banana split ice cream we had last time."

"It really is time to offer a thank-you gift."

Cen Rang shifted his position so that You Fu could sit on his arm, and then began to examine the little radish on the ground that hadn't spoken until now.

He Qingsong tried to remain calm, but her fair face was already flushed.

He never expected that Yuf would say she wanted to marry him in front of the elders.

They're still just kids.

Is it too early to say these things?

"Whose family are you?" Cen Rang asked condescendingly, his icy tone enough to scare eight children to death.

Fortunately, He Qingsong wasn't easily frightened. His parents had similar auras to Cen Rang, and if he didn't have some immunity, he would have been scared to death long ago.

"My name is He Qingsong."

He Qingsong displayed a composure beyond his years.

He stared at Yuf when he said her name, secretly hoping she would remember it.

"Oh, the Crane family's brat."

No wonder this kid looked familiar.

Cen Rang handed You Fu to You Yirou, who was watching eagerly, and You Yirou immediately hugged her precious daughter tightly.

Cen Rang took two steps closer, and the huge height difference forced He Qingsong to look up at him.

"You're going to marry my little brat?"

He Qingsong wanted to say he didn't, but then he remembered how he had repeatedly refused Youfu and made her cry, so he hesitated for a moment.

If he argues with Yuf again, will she start crying again?

If she keeps crying like this, her beautiful eyes will be ruined.

He Qingsong mediated, saying, "This is a matter between us, and has nothing to do with you, sir."

"ha."

Cen Rang laughed exaggeratedly, "So you two have a little secret?"

Even if He Qingsong is precocious, he is still just a child. Under Cen Rang's deliberate intimidation, he was a little speechless.

Yu Fu struggled to jump down from her mother's arms and squeezed between Cen Rang and He Qingsong. With her puppy-dog eyes drooping at the corners, she bravely stood in front of Wei Fenfu and said, "Uncle Rang Rang, don't scare him. I already told you he's going to be my husband."

Cen Rang laughed again, this time genuinely enraged: "Oh, you're already protecting me before we're even 'husband' yet."

He heard that the dead child had disappeared, the meeting was canceled, and he was caught speeding and received a ticket and points deducted from his license.

Then, just to see that arrogant brat put on a tragic love story in front of him, he inexplicably ended up playing the villain who breaks up the couple.

Cen Rang wanted to say something to her, but he couldn't bear to. In any case, it was a good thing that nothing bad happened, and he was relieved.

He couldn't be bothered to look at the brat anymore, and said goodbye to You Yirou, "I'll head back now. This month's living expenses have been transferred to her account."

"Oh, okay, thank you so much... I'll go out to work when Fufu starts elementary school, and I'll definitely pay back that money."

You Yirou always felt a little apprehensive when facing Cen Rang. She could sense that Cen Rang liked You Fu very much, but constantly accepting gifts from others always made her uneasy.

Cen Rang didn't say she didn't need to pay it back, since she wouldn't listen anyway, so he simply let her be.

"Let Uncle Rang?"

Seeing that Cen Rang was about to leave, You Fu ignored He Qingsong and ran after him with her short legs, "Why are you leaving? Have dinner with Fu Fu!"

Cen Rang: "Let your husband keep you company."

Without the slightest hesitation, Yuf said, "Let Uncle be more important than my husband!"

Cen Rang: "..."

Cen Rang gritted his teeth and held back his laughter, maintaining his aloof demeanor as he praised, "It wasn't all for nothing that I spoiled you."

He Qingsong suddenly spoke up: "I'm going home first."

"Brother Ge is eating with us too!"

Yuf tried to persuade her to stay.

"No."

He Qingsong turned and left, saying, "My family must be looking for me."

Yuf looked at his straight little frame and said, "Then I'll come visit you tomorrow."

He Qingsong did not answer.

Cen Rang, annoyed, picked You Fu up again: "Young lady, is your Uncle Rang Rang short of clothes or supplies, or haven't you been fed enough? What are you doing looking for a fiancé at such a young age?"

Yu Fu looked helpless, as if to say that Cen Rang was being very immature: "Uncle Rang, you can't support me forever. By the time I grow up, you'll be old, and I'll have to find a way out for myself. That's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas."

You Yirou: "Baby, you make Uncle look very young. Even when you grow up, he won't be that old. Besides, Mr. Cen has already helped us a lot, and we should be grateful."

Yuf pouted. She didn't understand these things; being more than ten years older was a lifetime in her eyes.

"I'm very grateful to you, Uncle."

In this world, besides her mother, her favorite person was Uncle Rang.

You Yirou apologized to Cen Rang, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cen, please don't take my words to heart."

Cen Rang carried You Fu and walked into the house with practiced ease: "You don't need to be so careful with me. Now that I've brought the kid back, I'll take responsibility."

What You Yirou fears most is that he takes too much responsibility.

Yu Fu was Yu Yirou's precious darling, and even when life was tough, she never thought of sending Yu Fu to live with someone else.

Her baby was so adorable that no one could dislike him, so she was afraid that Cen Rang would try to take her baby away after giving too much.

Yu Fu was completely unaware of the adults' thoughts. Smelling the aroma of stewed beef brisket wafting from the kitchen, she opened her mouth slightly, hugged Cen Rang's neck, and swallowed hard: "Baby wants some soup."

Yuf loves her mom's cooking the most; it smells so good!

A sweet feeling welled up in You Yirou's heart: "Baby, go sit down in the restaurant first, and Mommy will bring the soup over."

Yu Fu shook her head and patted Cen Rang's shoulder: "Please put me down, Fu Fu needs to help carry the bowls."