After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

With a loud "boom," Wen Qingruan's face turned even redder.

She pulled her hand away from Fu Yanci's, trying to distance herself from him, but accidentally pushed Fu Yanci's hand that was receiving an IV drip.

"Hiss~"

Fu Yanci gasped, and Wen Qingruan panicked.

"Did you touch the needle? Let me see."

She gently took Fu Yanci's hand in hers, and only after confirming that there was nothing wrong did she feel relieved.

As soon as they turned around, they saw Fu Bao craning her neck and tilting her head to look at them.

Wen Qingruan blushed and released Fu Yanci's hand.

"You...you take Fubao out first, we can eat soon."

Fu Yanci looked at Wen Qingruan, his gaze falling on her reddened earlobes, and gently curved his lips into a smile.

Fu Bao saw everything and tilted her head to look at her father's hand.

"Dad, I don't think getting a shot hurts. How come you're more afraid of pain than me? You're not as brave as me."

The child's words revealed the unspoken understanding between the adults.

Fu Yanci glanced at Wen Qingruan and noticed that her ear tips, which were originally only light pink, were now even redder.

He coughed lightly and led Fu Bao outside.

"Yes, Dad is sick, so he's not brave anymore."

Fu Bao's sweet, childlike voice came from the reception room.

"Want me to give you a kiss? I can give you a kiss too, and then Auntie can give you a kiss, so you can gain strength and courage."

Wen Qingruan's hand trembled, and the small wontons she had just scooped out fell back into the pot.

Is the room too hot because of the heating? She feels so hot!

The sounds of Fu Yanci and Fu Bao playing could be heard from outside. Wen Qingruan fanned herself with her palm to calm down, and then took out the prepared food.

Three bowls were placed on the dining table in the reception room.

Fu Yanci ate beef and vegetable porridge, while Wen Qingruan and Fu Bao ate shrimp wontons.

Wen Qingruan handed the wontons to Fu Bao, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Fu Bao, try it and see if you like it."

Fu Bao took the spoon and scooped up a wonton.

Wen Qingruan was a little nervous.

This was the first time she had cooked for Fu Bao; it was just simple wontons.

She didn't know Fu Bao's tastes or what Fu Bao liked to eat.

She was worried that Fu Bao wouldn't like what she made, and that she had ruined Fu Bao's first meal.

Wen Qingruan's heart jumped into her throat when Fu Bao took a bite of a wonton.

"Is it tasty?"

Fu Bao swallowed what was in her mouth before nodding to Wen Qingruan.

"tasty."

When facing Wen Qingruan, Fu Bao was not as lively and affectionate as she was in front of her father; instead, she was well-behaved and somewhat like a little adult.

He was afraid his mother would think he was naughty and noisy.

Wen Qingruan breathed a sigh of relief and touched Fu Bao's little face.

"If you like it, then eat more."

"Um."

Fu Bao lowered her head and ate the wontons in her bowl seriously, looking like a little adult. Only her little feet dangled under the table, swaying back and forth, and she was extremely happy.

Mom's cooking is so delicious; these are the best wontons he's ever eaten.

Fu Yanci knew his son best; he could feel how happy his son was at that moment, and it made him feel better too.

No one spoke at the table; everyone was focused on eating their food and enjoying this precious family time.

Fu Bao very politely finished the whole bowl of wontons, even drinking the soup clean.

Seeing how much Fu Bao enjoyed her cooking, Wen Qingruan felt incredibly happy, and her smile was impossible to hide.

"Fu Bao, what else do you like to eat?"

Fu Bao had already gotten off the chair. When he heard his mother ask him a question, he put his little head on the table and thought about it very seriously.

Her little face would scrunch up one moment and then look miserable the next; she had so many expressions.

Seeing Fu Bao like this, Wen Qingruan was completely charmed. She wasn't in a hurry to urge him, but quietly looked at him, her eyes full of love.

Fu Yanci was right across from the mother and son.

He thought, blood ties are truly a magical thing.

Although the mother and son hadn't spent much time together, Fu Bao's habits were exactly the same as Wen Qingruan's.

Fu Bao thought for a while, then tilted her head to look at her mother.

"What can you do?"

Wen Qingruan also tilted her head to look at Fu Bao.

"I can make a lot of things: sweet and sour fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, corn fritters, mini cakes, and I can even make cola chicken wings..."

Wen Qingruan thought that children would like to eat these, so she suggested these few dishes.

Sure enough, Fu Bao's eyes lit up when she heard that.

"You're that good?"

He turned to look at his father, his eyes seeking confirmation that his mother really could cook so many delicious dishes.

Fu Yanci shrugged. "Don't look at me like that. She hasn't done any of these things for me."

Wen Qingruan looked at him, her face full of doubt, "I didn't do it for you?"

Fu Yanci met her gaze and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Have you done this for me before?"

Wen Qingruan recalled for three seconds, then guiltily turned her face away.

When she was with Fu Yanci, it seemed like... she really hadn't cooked a single meal.

Before marriage, Fu Yanci did the work; after marriage, it was done by the family's servants.

"Ahem, um... I'll go wash the dishes."

After tidying up, the toys Wen Qingruan ordered also arrived.

It's a simple LEGO set suitable for Fu Bao's age group, featuring an adorable little pig.

She took out the Lego set, and Fu Bao and Fu Yanci immediately recognized that they had built this Lego set a long time ago.

Fu Yanci glanced at Fu Bao, worried that Fu Bao would directly say that she had already taken the ride and didn't want it, which would make Wen Qingruan sad.

He spoke first.

"It's late, Fu Bao, let's go to sleep."

Wen Qingruan's smile froze on her face, and she awkwardly tried to put the building blocks away.

"It's getting late, so let's..."

"I want to play."

Fu Bao took the Lego from her mother and looked at her father.

"Dad, can I play for a little while?"

Fu Yanci was surprised that Fu Bao was willing to rebuild this level of Lego.

At home, he dislikes the easy Lego sets, finding them boring, and only wants to challenge himself with the very difficult ones.

Surprisingly, he was willing to play this simplest game today.

Looking at Fu Bao, Fu Yanci suddenly realized that Fu Bao's feelings for Wen Qingruan were deeper than he had thought.

Perhaps this is what they mean by blood being thicker than water.

Mingming has never had Wen Qingruan by her side since she can remember.

But Fu Bao still relies on Wen Qingruan so much.

This was something Fu Yanci hadn't expected.

Over there, Fu Bao and Wen Qingruan had already started opening the Lego set.

Wen Qingruan didn't know how good Fu Bao was at building Lego, and she wanted to interact with Fu Bao more, so she collaborated with Fu Bao.

Fu Bao sat next to Wen Qingruan, unconsciously leaning towards her mother.

Mom smells so nice with lemon, and her hair smells wonderful too...

Looking at Fu Bao nestled beside her, at his fluffy little head, and smelling the milky scent emanating from him, Wen Qingruan's heart was gradually filled.

She works with Fu Bao to find the parts Fu Bao needs and then puts them in the correct positions together.

Such a simple little thing brought Wen Qingruan immense happiness.

"Fu Bao, you're amazing!"

For some reason, Wen Qingruan just felt that Fu Bao was well-behaved and cute, simply the best child in the world.

This is probably what they call the "mother's filter."

Fu Bao gradually became close to Wen Qingruan.

He was already sitting in his mother's lap, and although he didn't say anything, the smile on his face never stopped.

Before long, the Lego set was complete.

Wen Qingruan's face was filled with disbelief and surprise.

"Fu Bao, how are you so amazing!"

Faced with her mother's praise, Fu Bao was a little shy and lowered her head, but a hint of pride and smugness could be seen on her face.

Fu Yanci saw all of Fu Bao's expressions.

"Fu Bao is very good at building Lego. He could build Lego of this difficulty level independently when he was three or four years old, and now he can build Lego of adult difficulty level."

Wen Qingruan was surprised that Fu Bao was so amazing, and she couldn't help but kiss Fu Bao's little face.

"Fu Bao, you're amazing."

Fu Bao's face turned even redder. "Dad taught me."

Dad is the best!

My dad also makes controllable robots out of Lego, and he makes models for me too.

When talking about her father, Fu Bao's face was full of pride.

Wen Qingruan nodded in agreement, "Yes, Dad is very capable."

As Fu Yanci listened to the mother and son praising him, the usually reserved man couldn't hide his smile.

He looked at Wen Qingruan, "Really? You think I'm amazing too?"

Wen Qingruan had only been agreeing with Fu Bao and hadn't taken it to heart at all.

Now that Fu Yanci was looking at her with such a meaningful expression, she realized what she had just said.

She smiled at Fu Yanci, "You actually believe those lies meant to comfort a child!"

Seeing Fu Yanci's setback, Wen Qingruan's mood brightened as well.

Hmph, she wasn't going to let him get away with it!

Fu Bao covered her mouth and laughed as she watched her parents bickering.

Fu Yanci gently lifted Fu Bao by the collar and tickled his ticklish spot. "You naughty Fu Bao, Daddy's being rejected and you're not even helping me!"

Fu Bao shrank his neck and begged for mercy, "Hahaha, help me hahaha..."

He asked Wen Qingruan for help, and Wen Qingruan stepped forward with a smile, and the three of them started making a ruckus.

In the end, Fu Yanci surrendered and admitted defeat.

Fu Bao nestled in Wen Qingruan's arms and yawned widely. As if it were contagious, Fu Yanci and Wen Qingruan also yawned one after the other.

The three looked at each other, and then burst into laughter again.

"Okay, let's go to sleep. Dad is still sick and needs to rest more."

Wen Qingruan picked up Fu Bao and took him to the bathroom to wash up, then carried him to the nursing bed.

Fu Bao, wearing pajamas, tugged at Wen Qingruan's sleeve as she got up.

"Where do you sleep?"

Wen Qingruan pointed to the spot next to Fu Bao, "Can I sleep here?"

Fu Bao smiled broadly and moved her chubby little body to the side to make room for Wen Qingruan.

Wen Qingruan smiled and lay down.

As soon as she lay down, Fu Bao quietly, little by little, moved into her arms.

Wen Qingruan kissed his fluffy little head and hugged him.

The mother and son wore identical smiles, but neither of them spoke.

Lying in his hospital bed, Fu Yanci watched this scene, his heart overflowing with emotion.

The night was peaceful; this was the first night the family of three had reunited since their separation.

They couldn't even bear to sleep, tacitly enjoying this moment of happiness.

The tranquility was shattered by the piercing ring of a bell.

Wen Qingruan took out her phone; it was a call from Gu Ying.

She pressed the answer button, and Gu Ying's panicked voice came through the receiver.