Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

This child, you might think he's brave, but he can be scared to tears if you just yell at him.

You might say he's cowardly, but he's also adept at using others' power to intimidate others.

Right now, she's acting all high and mighty because she's cute and Su Nanqin is holding her.

"Hey, you little rascal," Lu Fang said, about to get physical again, "You have no manners, what are you calling me?"

The little dumpling dodged, and Lu let go, pausing half an inch in the air before putting it down.

He acted as if he didn't care at all.

Su Nanqin found it amusing; Little Dumpling was one of the few who could make Lu Fang lose face.

It's no wonder Lu Fang felt something was off. Since the little guy arrived, although he had been taught, he had never actually called Lu Fang "father" or "dad."

It would be strange if they didn't feel jealous.

The little dumpling nestled in Su Nanqin's arms, its big, bright eyes blinking warily.

Lu Fang lost interest in playing with the child.

Su Nanqin held the child in his arms, lowered his head and whispered, "Mianmian, Lu Fang didn't mean to bully Daddy."

Upon hearing this, both the older and younger children looked at him, the younger one looking puzzled.

Lu Fang had an arrogant look on his face, as if to say, "I'm a bad uncle, who needs your explanation?"

"Uncle Lu Fang just told me that he has something to say to Xiao Tuanzi. Can Xiao Tuanzi listen?" Su Nanqin raised his hand and rubbed the little guy's head.

Although Mianmian was reluctant, she still obeyed, "Mmm..."

Although he was afraid of this older man, not only was he afraid, but the child's sensitivity led him to mistakenly believe that his father was also afraid of the older man.

After all, he had seen Lu Fang "scolding" his father several times, and his father would listen to it with a wronged expression.

Children often only believe what they see, and what they see is that Lu Fang is fierce, which is why they have always had some reservations about him.

"Ah!" The focus shifted to Lu Fang, who was momentarily at a loss, after all, he had never dealt with such a little thing before.

The cool guy scratched his head, looking bewildered. Su Nanqin thought he was a blockhead.

The mouth shape indicates "apology".

Lu Fang, who is usually as shrewd as a man, was actually a bit dull at this moment. "Oh... okay."

"Can Lu Fang give me a hug?" Su Nanqin followed Xiao Tuanzi's suggestion.

"Mmm." The little guy nodded sweetly.

Lu Fang gently took the person and put him in his arms; the little dumpling seemed a bit nervous.

It's soft and fluffy, just like Su Nanqin. Lu Fang likes it.

"Afraid of me?" Lu Fang asked, looking down.

"I'm not afraid..." the little guy whispered, his fists clenched tightly in his arms.

Lu Fang chuckled, easily grasping his tiny, chubby fist that looked like it could be flattened with a single slap. "So what's this?"

His fists were so soft. Perhaps it was because Su Nanqin's skin was soft, but Lu Fang had no resistance to anything soft.

The little guy was a bit embarrassed when he was caught lying.

"Did you still get angry when Uncle Lu Fang scolded you last time, little dumpling?" Lu Fang didn't refer to himself as "Dad" anymore, but this was something that couldn't be forced.

Although he really wanted the other person to call him dad.

Upon hearing Lu Fang's question, the little dumpling seemed to remember something and fell silent.

The little one is a bit sensitive and doesn't like to talk about what he's really afraid of.

"Hmm..." The little dumpling nodded subconsciously, then shook her head again, "I'm not angry..."

Children under four years old have already learned to hide their thoughts, fearing that others will reject them.

Su Nanqin felt a pang of sympathy.

"I'm sorry, little one, Lu Fang apologizes to you, okay?" Lu Fang gently held the uneasy little hand.

He spoke slowly and sincerely, even using sentences that children could understand: "It wasn't Little Tuanzi's fault last time. Uncle Lu Fang was unhappy and couldn't help but scold Little Tuanzi. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

The little guy looked up at him, seemingly incredulous, as he had always thought it was his fault.

It's all my fault for not listening and calling Lu Fang "Dad." I was always worried that Lu Fang would kick me out, and then I wouldn't be able to see my dad.

Lu Fang gently tapped his forehead. "Don't be afraid. Now that you've raised Little Tuanzi, Uncle will take responsibility. Although I might be a bit fierce and strict sometimes, Little Tuanzi, don't worry, I won't abandon you."

"After all, I'm your father now." Lu Fang spoke the last two sentences slowly, referring to his responsibilities as a father.

Just like Su Nanqin, Xiao Tuanzi is insecure and sensitive. He doesn't know how to give the little guy a sense of security. If being a father can provide some of that, he doesn't mind letting Xiao Tuanzi know.

The little guy is quite endearing. For the past two months, he has been eating very well every day and has many toys.

He doesn't need to steal anything, he doesn't need to worry about not having enough to eat, and no bad uncles will come to beat him.

Although he appeared afraid of Lu Fang, the little guy knew in his heart that he could only rely on Lu Fang and his daddy now.

It was precisely because of this stark contrast with his previous life that Lu Fang suddenly lost his temper last time.

It made him constantly uneasy, worried about being abandoned, worried that no one would want him, worried that Lu Fang would beat him like his uncle did.

"Mianmian, be good... Daddy, don't abandon me..." The little one's voice was nasal when she spoke again, and her little fist, which was being held by Lu Fang, twitched.

The little guy is very clever, and his quick thinking is heartbreaking.

"What did you call me?" Lu Fang felt a pang of heartache, but at the same time, the childish voice calling him "Dad" stirred up a sense of anticipation that he himself hadn't even realized.

The little guy seemed a bit embarrassed, looking at Su Nanqin with his big eyes.

Su Nanqin gave him an encouraging look.

The little dumpling then softly called out, "Daddy..."

So soft and lovable, his cry of "Dad" melts everyone's heart.

Heaven knows what Lu Fang's feelings are right now—a mixture of complex emotions and joy.

Before Su Nanqin and Xiao Tuanzi could react, Lu Fang picked them up and bounced them around twice more.

The father's love was too heavy, which terrified the little dumpling.

But being a child, he quickly found it amusing and nestled in Lu Fang's arms, giggling.

"Be careful not to fall," Su Nanqin reminded him.

The end of the month is just before New Year's Day.

Su Xiangming has become increasingly impatient lately, as he hasn't finished dealing with the group of stubborn old men in Su Nanqin's company yet.

He was eager to cause some trouble for his own son at the end of the year.

Taking advantage of the banquet for the launch of Su's new products, it was certain that Su Nanqin would not refuse to invite the Gu family.

"I've already said I won't agree to the marriage alliance." For some reason, Su Nanqin, who had previously softened, suddenly refused outright.

Su Xiangming seemed surprised by his stubbornness. "I didn't want to bring up the old man, because that would make me seem a bit despicable."

Su Nanqin glanced at him indifferently, as if to say, "Even without mentioning the old man, I know you're despicable."

"I'm warning you, don't touch him. If I find out even a single hair on his head is missing, I'll make sure you don't live past the end of the year." Su Nanqin looked up at him, his eyes sharp, seemingly not joking.

"You won't listen to reason, you've gone too far!" Su Nanqin's uncontrollable behavior and his repeated defeats tonight only fueled the already violent man's anger.

Su Xiangming slammed the jar down, and then stopped, with a loud bang.

The blood-stained ashtray shattered on the ground.

Before Su Nanqin could even react, he saw something arc through the air, followed by drops of blood seeping into his forehead.

Zhou Yan seemed surprised that Su Xiangming would dare to make a move, and defensively took a step forward to be level with Su Nanqin: "President Su!"

Blood seeped through his hair, trickling down his temples. Zhou Yan gasped.

It looked painful, and then a sense of self-reproach arose; protecting the boss was their responsibility.

Su Nanqin seemed not to feel the pain and gestured to Zhou Yan to calm down.

He then raised his hand and gently touched his forehead. His fair and beautiful fingertips were covered in blood, which Su Nanqin dabbed at.

Then, seeing Su Nanqin lean forward slightly and raise a strange smile, he said, "Ouch, that really hurts."

"My dear father, how come your irritable and violent habits haven't changed after all these years?" Su Nanqin leaned back slightly, casually crossing her slender legs over her other leg.

Her posture was that of a powerful figure, yet it didn't seem out of place at all; on the contrary, it exuded a queenly aura.

He acted as if he were the owner of the house.

This was too unusual. Su Xiangming was startled by his strange laugh and unusual tone, but quickly regained his composure.

Looking at the blood on Su Nanqin's forehead, his gaze then fell on the other person's indifferent expression.

His expression changed. "Madman! Madman!"

"Hahaha, you madman!" Upon hearing this, Su Nanqin suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter. "Isn't a madman also a product of your 'good father' ways?"

Su Xiangming was stunned by the local's unusual expression. He had seen that expression before; it was one of indifference and a willingness to fight to the death at any moment.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, you've really found a good handle on me. My grandfather is my weakness." Su Nanqin suddenly stood up and leaned over the table.

His gaze fixed on Su Xiangming, he said, enunciating each word clearly, "But you also dare to try to manipulate me with this like you did when we were young? So what..."

Just as Su Xiangming took a step back in alarm, Su Nanqin suddenly stepped back as well, drawing out his words.

Looking at the other person's slightly parted lips, Su Xiangming subconsciously asked, "What's the worst that could happen?"

It wasn't until she realized what was happening that she was being led by the nose by her own son.

"So what? Don't you understand? Let me tell you." Su Nanqin put a finger to his lips and lowered his voice, "The fish...die...and the net...breaks."

He spoke almost in a whisper, yet it was enough for Su Xiangming to hear and remember.

He then casually raised a strange yet alluring smile, as if talking about the weather today.

"You're insane!" Su Xiangming exclaimed, seemingly incredulous.

"You know yourself that you only have Grandpa left in your hand. You've used up all your cards, so what hope is there for the future? Don't you think so, my father?"

Su Nanqin reminded him.

"What do you want?" Su Xiangming seemed to want to stop wasting time with him.

"That's what I should be asking you. It's not what I want, but what you want?" Su Nanqin lowered her head and rubbed the blood on her fingertips before looking up at him directly.

"Let's each take a step back. I won't budge an inch. You must get married. It can be a meaningless marriage of convenience, or it can be something other than Gu Jia." Even at this point, Su Xiangming still didn't forget to use his last trump card.