Chapter 21: Could it be that he was forgotten?

 Chapter 21: Could it be that he was forgotten?

The little guy stole a glance at Fu Juncheng and saw that he had no intention of coaxing him, which made him cry even harder.

"You brat, must you make him cry? Is there anyone else who's such an uncle like you?"

The woman who spoke wore an elegant and graceful cotton linen dress. Her face was beautiful, with willow eyebrows and watery eyes. Upon closer inspection, there was a hint of resemblance between her and Fu Juncheng.

Despite being in her forties, time had not left any marks on her face. Instead, it added a touch of charm.

Tao Qiuyue gave Fu Juncheng a slight glare, then took out a tissue to wipe away the little guy's tears.

Then, she picked up the little guy and handed him over to Fu Juncheng. "You made him cry, so you should comfort him."

Fu Juncheng looked at the little crying bundle in his arms, tears and snot all mixed together, and furrowed his brows.

"Stop."

His voice was low, neither light nor heavy, and the little guy, with his rosy lips pouted, immediately stopped crying.

Past experiences told him that if he continued crying, he would definitely be put down in the next second.

The sight of the little guy being both obedient and aggrieved made the onlookers can't help but stifle a chuckle. It was truly like attracts like.

Fu Juncheng leaned down, put the little guy back on the ground, and gently rubbed his small head with his long, jade-like hand.

"Go wash your face."

The little guy wiped away his tears with a careless hand, slumped his shoulders, and walked toward the restroom dejectedly.

Madam Tao, seeing the pitiful state of the little guy, held his hand and said, "Come, let's go wash our faces, and then we'll come find your uncle."

Fu Juncheng turned around and sat on the sofa, looking at his own mother. "Why did you bring him here?"

"Xuanxuan has been busy with work lately, and I didn't have much to do, so I brought Hengheng over to play for a few days."

As she spoke, Tao Qiuyue changed the topic. "By the way, you were supposed to come back tonight. Why did you come back early?"

"The matter was resolved ahead of schedule, so I came back without any particular reason," Fu Juncheng replied without changing his expression.

Upon hearing this, Tao Qiuyue didn't think much of it and her attention was drawn to the gift box on the table.

"What are these?"

"These are for Grandpa and Grandma," Fu Juncheng said.

As he finished speaking, Old master Tao sat down on the opposite sofa, picked up the teapot, and said, "When are you going to bring me a daughter-in-law?"

Another wave of daily marriage nagging.

Tao Qiuyue couldn't help but stifle a laugh and secretly praised her father.

His father nagged at home, and uis grandfather nagged when he came out. Fu Juncheng had long been used to it and remained indifferent, not responding to the conversation.

"Qixuan is only a year older than you, and Hengheng is already three years old. You haven't brought a woman home yet. Are you planning to become a monk?" Old Master Tao went all out for the sake of a daughter-in-law.

"Since you've come back for a rare visit, stay for a few more days. Let your grandma help you find a few candidates," Tao Qiuyue chimed in. "I think your grandfather is right, Ah cheng. Stay here for a few more days, and your grandma has shown me quite a few photos of some good girls."

Fu Juncheng looked at the father and daughter, who were cooperating with each other, and felt even more that he had come at the wrong time.

He remained silent.

"Uncle." The little guy came back after washing his face, holding two lollipops in his chubby hands.

Children's emotions come and go quickly. In just a short while, the little guy's tender face was once again adorned with a radiant smile.

"Uncle, have some."

Looking at the little guy who was born to sell cuteness, Fu Juncheng understood everything.

Every time he acted cute, there must be some ulterior motive.

Fu Juncheng glanced at him and raised an eyebrow coldly, "What do you want now?"

Qin Heng, the little boy, grinned mischievously and crawled onto the sofa, placing both hands on it and casually leaning towards Fu Juncheng.

His chubby little hand grabbed Fu Juncheng's sleeve, "Uncle, all the other kids have pet dogs, and I want one too."

"What kind of dog does Hengheng want?" Grandpa Tao asked with a smile.

Afraid that the old man would actually get a dog for the little guy, Tao Qiuyue quickly reminded, "Dad, please don't agree to this. Xuanxuan is allergic to dog hair. If Hengheng brings a dog home, it would be a disaster."

Old Tao paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Hengheng, there's nothing grandpa can do about that."

Qin Heng pouted and looked at Fu Juncheng pitifully, "Uncle."

Fu Juncheng asked nonchalantly, "Do you want one?"

Qin Heng nodded vigorously.

"Show me how well-behaved you can be," Fu Juncheng said, unusually kind, not immediately crushing the little guy's expectations.

Qin Heng's eyes brightened, and he sweetly said, "Uncle is the best."

"Ah Cheng, why didn't you bring your luggage?" Madam Tao looked around and didn't see any suitcases.

"Don't you plan to stay here for a couple of days?" Fu Juncheng said, "The suitcase is in the car."

Upon hearing this, Madam Tao's face lit up with a satisfied smile, and she asked tentatively, "Ah Cheng, have you met a girl you like recently?"

Going round and round, they returned to this topic again.

"If you haven't, let Grandma introduce someone to you," Tao Qiuyue chimed in.

Fu Juncheng glanced at her and said softly, "Have you reconciled with my dad?"

Don't touch that subject.

He's daydreaming.

Fu Juncheng smirked, the image of that irritable "little lion" appearing in his mind.

No message from him yet. He better not have forgotten about it.

...

In the cc era.

Unlike the cleanliness and tranquility of high-end internet cafes, this place was messy and shabby, with a strong smell of cigarettes lingering in the air.

Computers were densely packed together, and the sound of keyboards clacking reverberated through the night, lighting up the scene.

In an unnoticed corner, a slender girl leaned back against her chair, her hands swiftly manipulating the keyboard, her exquisite eyes shifting across the computer screen.

The complex code was ever-changing, dizzying to onlookers.

Gu Qingning freed one hand and picked up a bottle of mineral water, her slender fingers touching the bottle cap as she unscrewed it with one hand.

She stared at the screen, bringing the bottle to her lips and taking two quick sips.

After paying for the taxi, she only had a few tens of yuan left. She couldn't afford to go to a high-end club, so she could only make do with a place like this.

Although the environment was lacking, it was cheap and had usable computers.

She was truly broke now and still owed Fu Juncheng two hundred yuan, so she had to make money somehow.

Gu Qingning set down the bottle and her hands returned to the keyboard, her fingers flying across it at lightning speed.

Just a little more.

She pursed her lips, and a glint of light flashed in her dark eyes beneath her cap.

Done.

Now she didn't have to worry about her food expenses for the next few days.

She smiled, and with a flick of her fingertips, the screen switched back to the game page.

However, unlike others who played popular games, she chose the most "classic" game—Bubble Shooter.

She relaxed, leaning back in her chair, her slender fingers resting on the mouse, clicking absentmindedly.

After a busy day, when she finally relaxed, fatigue quickly set in.

Just as she was about to take a short nap, she heard a commotion behind her.

"Find him for me. I don't care if you have to dig three feet into the ground, just drag him out," a man's hoarse voice carried a fierce tone.

"Why are you guys like this? This is a public place. If you keep making a scene like this, how can we continue playing?" someone complained.

"Boss, we've all paid. Aren't you going to do something?" another customer chimed in.

Complaints from the customers started pouring in, and the atmosphere turned icy.