Chapter 8, Misunderstandings and Mistakes

Fu Qingliu called the waiter in a leisurely manner to wipe the table. To be honest, she did not like children at all. It is said that women begin to experience maternal instincts after the age of 20, but it is truly strange; she is already 24 years old... She only feels that children are dirty, clingy, and disobedient, always doing foolish things. She even once thought... that they are a burden

A child ran past her and bumped into her table with a bang, spilling some coffee, and the child ran away laughing.

Fu Qingliu crossed her arms, rolling her eyes internally. She glanced at him slowly and retorted in a leisurely manner, "I don't even know who you are, why would I follow you?"

He has thought of another term that can be used to scold Fu Qingliu

Dad! The little dog Mengmeng continues to emit light waves

In the bumper car area, Mo Shuhao was excitedly driving around and crashing into things. He had no idea what method he used to convince the staff to let him in to play. When the music finally ended and he was still eager to go again, a hand grabbed his clothes and lifted him up like a little chick.

Therefore, Chi Fei did not go to the Black Club, and he entrusted his daughter, who does not have classes today, to her for assistance.

Until Fu Qingliu's figure disappeared around the corner, the atmosphere in the lobby gradually returned to its previous state. The receptionist was still focused on the magazine on the counter when a shadow loomed over her. She looked up and saw a handsome face, accompanied by a devilishly charming smile that seemed almost capable of stealing her soul.

Oh... your pants zipper is not done up properly. Fu Qingliu suddenly frowned, pointing out the abrupt flaw in this perfect and exquisite work of art, which was as jarring as if a perfect white jade vase had suddenly and strangely sprouted something extra.

is the daughter of Manager Chi Fei

Two minutes later, Fu Yixun had not come out of the compartment, but was still angrily cursing Fu Qingliu, alternating between vulgarities and perversions. Fu Qingliu felt as if she was about to be poisoned by the cacophony of insults. The confidence she had in being able to create that painting instantly vanished. She impatiently retorted, "You are the one who is vulgar and perverted for not even being able to zip up your pants properly in front of a lady."

Chi Yuan sat obediently in the outdoor café waiting for Fu Qingliu, with a small piece of unfinished cake in front of her. Upon seeing Fu Qingliu approach, she sweetly called out: "Aunt Fu."

The manager greeted Fu Qingliu at the front desk standing at the entrance of the inner corridor

Well, good

Hello, sir, is there something you need?

Fu Qingliu felt that she had already grasped the extent of this man's limited vocabulary for cursing in Chinese, as he repeatedly resorted to vulgar and perverse insults. Of course, conversely, this also proved that the man's upbringing was as refined and meticulously perfect as his attire. After all, the Chinese language is vast and profound, and there are far more truly offensive curse words available.

Hahaha... She suddenly heard the sound of a little boy giggling, and a boy's figure quickly ran past her. Fu Qingliu furrowed her brows and stood up abruptly, the sound of her thigh hitting the table jolting her back to reality. Looking at her pants stained by the spilled coffee, she frowned slightly, cursing herself for being neurotic. How could Fu Jinyu, who is currently attending elementary school in the town, possibly appear in the city at the library's amusement park?

The amusement park was crowded on Sunday. Soon, someone heard Fu Qingliu's voice and helped open the door. Fu Qingliu slowly walked out, enduring the strange gaze of the gentleman who assisted in opening the door. When Fu Yixun came out, the gentleman immediately revealed an ambiguous and knowing look. Upon seeing this, Fu Yixun's expression was instantly shrouded in a thick shadow. After taking a few steps, he suddenly paused, recalling the way Fu Qingliu had looked at him with a focused and yearning gaze. His ears burned, and he blurted out two words: "Bad person!" The gentleman immediately displayed an ambiguous and knowing look again. Seeing this, Fu Yixun's expression was once more enveloped in a thick shadow. After taking a few steps, he suddenly paused, recalling the way Fu Qingliu had looked at him with a focused and yearning gaze. His ears burned, and he blurted out two words: "Bad person!"

It felt as if a compelling warmth suddenly pressed against her from behind. Fu Qingliu turned around and saw Fu Yixun standing right behind her. Only now did she realize that this person was at least 185 centimeters tall. He looked down at her from his elevated position, his exquisitely handsome face, resembling a marble statue, was darkened, and there was a hint of angry embarrassment in his eyes. "Are you following me?"

Fu Qingliu turned and knocked on the door, "Is anyone out there? I am trapped inside, is anyone there? Please help me open the door..."

Fu Qingliu pushed open the door to the women's restroom, tugging at the fabric in front of her legs. Upon raising her head, she was met with the sight of a man urinating, positioned sideways. In that instant, Fu Qingliu thought she had over-extended her imagination while painting, which is why she was seeing a man in a perfectly pressed, high-end three-piece suit without a single wrinkle. He wore a necktie adorned with intricate green and gold patterns, and had beautifully curled, medium-length brown hair that was impeccably smooth, standing before her as he relieved himself

Oh, who is that child?

Fu Qingliu realized that it was the urinal in the men's restroom, and hurriedly turned to leave, only to find that the door would not open

is single

Mo Chengfeng raised his impeccably clean chin in the inner corridor, a smile flashing that was utterly disarming, "Was that just now the manager of your Ten-Mile Gallery?"

As soon as Fu Qingliu entered, holding a doll-like adorable girl, he attracted a considerable amount of attention.

The Black Club is a renowned equestrian club in Qing City, and only the wealthy or the elite can afford to ride there. How could Fu Qingliu possibly go to such a place frequented by second-generation rich and those from affluent families for generations? The incident from years ago stirred the upper circles of the mainland, and even those who had no dealings with the Fu family had heard about it. Even if people might not necessarily recognize her, what if someone did? She might not care, but Master Fu, upon hearing such things, would likely not want to listen to her anymore, let alone discuss persuasion. Thus, Chi Fei's unreliable suggestion was abruptly cut off by her.

Fu Qingliu watched Chi Yuan, who was chatting and laughing with new friends on the carousel, and his gaze gradually became somewhat vacant. The image of Chi Yuan, with a beaming smile, suddenly transformed into the stubborn yet hopeful face of Fu Jinyu

He squinted his eyes, scrutinizing Fu Qingliu's face, seemingly trying to verify the truth of her words

As Fu Qingtian observed Fu Yixun, Fu Yixun suddenly began to scrutinize Fu Qingtian in return, with a gaze that was different from her usual carefree and slow demeanor. Instead, it was a look filled with focus, passion, and even desire, akin to that of someone admiring a piece of art. He took in every detail of her from head to toe, thinking that this time when she returned, she should be able to paint it out, as long as he didn't suddenly have another neurotic episode.

Mo Chengfeng smiled as he stroked his chin, his demand for beautiful women, according to the evaluation given to him by Fu Yixun, was nothing short of insane

"Shut your mouth, you filthy little brat. Today, you have shown me your upbringing and the respect you should have for your elders! From today onwards, do not even think about returning to Hong Kong with Mo Chengfeng, nor do you expect me to take you to the UK! Stay here to attend junior high school; no one will know you are the young master. Every day at noon, you will line up in the school cafeteria to eat that stinky cafeteria food! If you misbehave, I will let the teacher punish you!" Stay here to attend junior high school; no one will know you are the young master. Every day at noon, you will line up in the school cafeteria to eat that stinky cafeteria food! If you misbehave, I will let the teacher punish you!"

On Saturdays, there are many people visiting the gallery to view the paintings. Typically, once they enter, they do not come out for at least thirty minutes. As a result, the entire inner gallery can easily become noisy and crowded, making it difficult to appreciate the art properly. Therefore, in order to preserve the ambiance of the gallery for art appreciation, it is necessary for the gallery to impose limits on the flow of visitors. When Fu Qingliu returned, he saw many people sitting in the lobby, drinking coffee and reading while waiting. Each person held a sign, indicating that as one person exited, another could enter. Thus, to maintain the atmosphere conducive to appreciating the art, the gallery had to control the number of visitors.

Well, if the gentleman wishes to purchase a painting, he must contact her, as she will be responsible for liaising with Master Shui Qingliu

The amusement park was bustling with noise, and Fu Qingliu sat in the outdoor café watching the pool kites spinning on the carousel, stirring the coffee on the table with a calm expression.

Fu Qingliu faced the door that would not open, hearing the faint laughter of boys outside. He rubbed his temples in frustration, thinking how wonderful it was that he had just been scolded as a perverted degenerate yesterday, and today he had no idea what he would be scolded for next

Fu Qingliu smiled at her and patted her head, which was tied in pigtails, and asked, "Do you want to continue playing?"

He extended his hand in disdain to prevent Mo Shuhao from touching him, yet he looked at his own hand, which was gripping Mo Shuhao's clothes, with great disgust, exclaiming, "So dirty!"

Oh! Fu Yixun immediately turned around, feeling embarrassed, and quickly walked into a cubicle, shutting the door heavily behind her. Her beautiful brown curly hair covered her ears, which were almost blood-red. In the quiet restroom, her frantic and neurotic curses echoed: "Inconceivable! Damn it! God! You shameless, despicable woman! Pervert!"

The incessant and nagging voices of the complaining women suddenly vanished, and the men's restroom fell into an eerie silence

Fu Qingliu walked over to the carousel and told Chi Yuan that she was going to the restroom, instructing her not to leave this place. Disgusted, she looked at her beige leisure pants, which had been stained with a large patch of dark brown, and headed towards the restroom

"Who is it..." Mo Shuhao's angry little face immediately broke into a sweet smile upon seeing Fu Yixun's gloomy expression. He stretched out his arms, wanting to hug him, and said, "Daddy!"

A handsome little boy outside, with a mischievous smile, put the swapped male and female restroom signs back in their original positions, then placed a notice indicating that one of the restrooms was under maintenance at the men's restroom door, and ran away with a sly grin.

Chi Yuan shook her head, reaching out to grasp Fu Qingliu's index finger, "I want to wait for Dad at the gallery"

Chi Fei is a single father. Chi Yuan is the product of a naive girl whom he irresponsibly got pregnant during his university days. After giving birth to Chi Yuan, the girl’s parents took the child away, leaving Chi Fei behind, and he never saw her again. Chi Yuan has also never met her mother.

The man turned his head slowly to look over, clearly startled. He quickly stuffed it into his pants, his ears flushed red with frustration, "Shit!"

So she is still single