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Fu Yanci raised his head, his cold eyes falling on Wen Qingruan, sharp as knives and arrows, the chill piercing straight into Wen Qingruan's heart.

"How could it be you?"

Wen Qingruan murmured.

She quickly realized that the child was Fu Bao.

"It's Fu Bao..."

Fu Yanci looked away and picked up the cup on the table to drink water.

"Yes, it was Fu Bao's bowl that was broken by your Luo Luo."

I didn't want Fu Bao to know that his mother was coming to question him because of another child, so I didn't bring him along.

Fu Yanci raised his head again, looking at Wen Qingruan with a cold gaze.

"If you still have objections, feel that it's unfair to your Luo Luo, or feel that your Luo Luo is being wronged..."

He paused, then said, "Then let's take legal action."

You have to protect your Luo Luo, but my Fu Bao isn't someone anyone can bully!

Even if that person is his biological mother!

Fu Yanci's words were like a knife stabbing into Wen Qingruan's already bleeding heart.

"I didn't know it was Fu Bao... I thought..."

"What do you think?"

Fu Yanci finally couldn't hold back any longer and stood up in front of Wen Qingruan.

He was tall, standing at 1.89 meters, giving off an inexplicable sense of pressure. Over the years at the Fu family business, having held that position for so long, he had also developed an aura of authority without anger.

He was filled with boundless rage, a rage that included heartache for Fu Bao, resentment towards Wen Qingruan, and contempt for himself.

He stepped forward, forcing Wen Qingruan to retreat unconsciously.

"Wen Qingruan, did you abandon Fubao back then because of that Luo Luo?"

He wanted to ask who Luo Luo's biological father was, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he felt that asking such a question would be beneath him.

His wife cheated on him and had another man's child. What could he do even if he knew who it was?

Should he, after all these years, beat up the man who destroyed his family, or question Wen Qingruan about what was so good about that man that made her abandon him and Fubao?

The outcome is what it is, and the deed has already been done.

Who that man is is no longer important; what matters is that Wen Qingruan has changed her mind!

The important thing is that Wen Qingruan hurt Fubao time and time again for the sake of other children!

Forced back by Fu Yanci, Wen Qingruan shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, wanting to explain, but not knowing how to begin.

How could she explain Luo Luo's existence? How could she tell Fu Yanci that she had never stopped loving Fu Bao? How could she explain her helplessness?

She couldn't say anything.

Wen Qingruan's foot slipped, she missed a step on the stairs, and she was about to fall.

She instinctively reached out, trying to grab something. Her fingertips tugged at Fu Yanci's clothes, but just as she was about to grab it, Fu Yanci leaned forward, causing Wen Qingruan to miss and fall to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing Wen Qingruan to gasp and turn pale instantly.

Fu Yanci saw it, but his eyes only trembled slightly before he looked away.

Wen Qingruan bit her lower lip and stood up despite the pain.

"This is a misunderstanding."

Despite her best efforts to control herself, her voice still trembled with pain.

Fu Yanci glanced at her ankle, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, but it was only for a moment, and he forced himself not to care.

What does Wen Qingruan's matter have to do with him?

"I will compensate for that bowl at its original price."

I really didn't know it was Fu Bao's stuff, and Luo Luo certainly didn't do it on purpose.

Actually, Luo Luo is very timid, and I'm the only one around her, which is why I took her with me to take care of her.

Lolo is so pitiful... she...

"That's enough!"

Fu Yanci sternly interrupted Wen Qingruan.

His anger, which had just subsided, was reignited by Wen Qingruan's repeated descriptions of Luo Luo.

He stared at Wen Qingruan, the veins at the corners of his eyes throbbing with rage.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Wen Qingruan like an enraged lion.

"You think that because Fu Bao isn't pitiful, she doesn't deserve maternal love, right?"

Fu Yanci felt like she was about to go crazy with anger.

If Wen Qingruan genuinely didn't know it was Fu Bao before, which is why she protected Luo Luo, what about now?

He was standing right in front of her, yet Wen Qingruan was still protecting that Luo Luo.

She was the only one Lolo could rely on, so she wanted to give Lolo all her love and companionship.

Fu Bao deserves to be abandoned by her mother!

What kind of utter nonsense is this!

Fu Yanci's eyes were red, and her hands, hanging at her sides, trembled uncontrollably due to her overwhelming emotions.

He looked at the person in front of him, his mind filled with the image of Fu Bao looking aggrieved and pained in his arms.

As a father, he always felt that he hadn't given Fu Bao enough and that he owed Fu Bao something.

But were Wen Qingruan's words telling him that Fu Bao already had enough, so he should put all his love and energy into Luo Luo?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help himself, grabbed Wen Qingruan's shoulders, and pushed her against the marble pillar.

His eyes were red, and his fierce appearance was something Wen Qingruan had never seen before.

He didn't want Wen Qingruan to see the pain in his heart, so he used anger to cover up the wound and used this ferocious appearance to hide the pain of being abandoned.

"Wen Qingruan, do you know why Fu Bao cared so much about that bowl? Do you know how heartbroken Fu Bao was when that bowl broke?"

For a fleeting moment, Fu Yanci wanted to tell Wen Qingruan all about Fu Bao's affection for her, but looking at Wen Qingruan and remembering how she had just been protecting Luo Luo, Fu Yanci felt that it was unnecessary.

He loosened his grip on Wen Qingruan.

"Wen Qingruan, you are not worthy!"

You don't deserve to know!

You don't deserve to be Fu Bao's mother!

From now on, do not appear in front of Fu Bao again.

I will not give you another chance to hurt Fu Bao!

Wen Qingruan's back slammed against the pillar, her bones aching from the impact, but none of this made her feel any pain, unlike Fu Yanci's words.

She had never seen Fu Yanci like this before.

She knew that Fu Bao must have been heartbroken because of that bowl, which was why Fu Yanci was so angry.

"sorry……"

She bowed in Fu Yanci's direction, her tears falling to the floor and splashing.

She was bent over, her vision blurred by tears.

"Whether you believe it or not, I love Fu Bao."

I will definitely return that bowl to Fu Bao. If you think it's a good thing for Fu Bao if I don't meet with her, then I can refuse.

As long as Fu Bao is happy.

When Wen Qingruan said these words, her heart was breaking, and tears fell one after another, heavy and falling on Fu Yanci's heart.

"compensation?"

Fu Yanci seemed to have heard some incredible joke. He grabbed Wen Qingruan's arm and pulled her up, forcing her to straighten up and face him.

"Tell me, how do you plan to compensate me?"

How can she make up for the lack of maternal love that Fu Bao missed?

Wen Qingruan's arm ached from his grip, and her ankle, which had been twisted earlier, was now throbbing with pain from Fu Yanci's movements.

But all of this is nothing compared to the pain in Wen Qingruan's heart.

"I asked, and they said that bowl is out of stock. I will compensate you at the original price."

Fu Yanci's grip tightened, and the veins on his forehead bulged. If looks could kill, Wen Qingruan would have been riddled with holes by now.

Indeed, that was how she felt.

"Refund at the original price?"

Wen Qingruan, if you knew what that bowl meant to Fubao, you would be ashamed of what you just said!

Just like you said, Fu Bao lacks nothing and doesn't need your compensation!

If you decide to be stingy with your maternal love for Fu Bao, then put away that hypocritical face!

Because you are not worthy to be Fu Bao's mother!

No sooner had Fu Yanci finished speaking than a small figure suddenly rushed over and bit his hand hard.