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These topics shot to the top of the trending searches, and the entire internet was debating whether he had gotten pregnant before marriage, whether he had gotten someone pregnant at such a young age, and whether he was fit to appear on a parenting variety show... Judging by the attention alone, Su Huaiming would have thought he was one of the hottest stars in the entertainment industry.
After watching netizens hurl the same insults over and over, Su Huaiming lost interest, put down his phone, and called Fu Xiaoxiao over.
He had only just arrived in this world from a book and didn't know anyone. The only person around him who fit the description of a brat was Fu Xiaoxiao.
Fu Xiaoxiao didn't regard him as a parent. He tilted his chin up and asked rudely, "What do you want with me?"
Su Huaiming broached the subject with him. "I'm going on a parenting variety show. Would you like to come with me?"
Fu Xiaoxiao froze and blinked his big, watery eyes. Forgetting all his previous unpleasantness with Su Huaiming, he asked eagerly, "Does that mean I can be on TV?"
Su Huaiming nodded. "You could say that."
Fu Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up at once, and the invisible tail behind him wagged nonstop. He was absolutely delighted. "Wow, I actually get to be on TV! Youyou and the others will be so jealous of me!"
"Who's Youyou?" Su Huaiming asked.
Fu Xiaoxiao immediately puffed out his cheeks in anger and folded his arms. "He's a bad guy, just like you. I don't like him!"
Su Huaiming paused. "Then I'm sure I'll like him a lot."
"..."
Fu Xiaoxiao's little face was full of confusion. He didn't understand why Su Huaiming had suddenly taken a liking to Youyou, much less realize that Su Huaiming was teasing him.
Fu Xiaoxiao was an adorable child. If he had a better temper, everyone would love him, and many people wouldn't be able to resist him.
Su Huaiming couldn't resist reaching out to pinch Fu Xiaoxiao's soft cheek, giving it a gentle tug.
Fu Xiaoxiao hadn't expected his stepfather to suddenly lay hands on him. He covered his face and stared with wide, round eyes, looking aggrieved and angry, as though he had been offended.
Fu Xiaoxiao wanted to throw himself on the floor and roll around until Su Huaiming apologized, but then he remembered that Su Huaiming would ignore him. He could only force himself to swallow his anger. He turned and ran off with a patter of footsteps, not wanting to stay in the same room as Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming watched Fu Xiaoxiao's chubby figure retreat and thought that, bratty as the child was, he was quite fun to tease.
The butler saw the scene and silently admired how easily Su Huaiming had handled the little terror Fu Xiaoxiao.
Su Huaiming turned and met the butler's gaze.
"What is it?" Su Huaiming asked.
The butler came to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully, "You seem a little different than before, sir."
"These past few days, you haven't spoken much to us, and you've stayed quietly in your room. You only went to the study at night, and you hardly ever saw the young master."
Su Huaiming asked in confusion, "Aren't I still staying quietly in my room all the time?"
"..." The butler struggled to say, "It's different."
Su Huaiming had a rough idea that the butler meant he had been somewhat withdrawn before and had now become a little more outgoing.
He was a different person. How could there not be a big change?
Su Huaiming didn't know the original owner's usual behavior and wanted to draw some information out of the butler, so he wouldn't accidentally give himself away.
"I'm going to the study tonight too," Su Huaiming said.
The butler nodded and casually replied, "Are you going to email the master again?"
Su Huaiming continued, "Yes. I emailed Fu Jingfan the past few days too, didn't I?"
The butler nodded and didn't contradict him.
But why had the original owner emailed Fu Jingfan? Was there something they couldn't discuss over the phone or on WeChat?
Su Huaiming sighed and said in a complaining tone, "Actually, I don't really want to use email. It's quite a hassle."
The butler didn't notice what Su Huaiming was up to and said without reservation, "The master is meticulous and exacting, and he likes a fixed way of working. He has always used email to communicate. By choosing this method, he also wants you to fit into his life and become part of it."
Su Huaiming had a guess and asked tentatively, "What do you think I should send him today?"
The butler paused, thinking Su Huaiming was joking. "How would I know what you should send, sir? Besides, that's a sweet moment between the two of you. How could I intrude?"
The butler continued, "Sir, whenever you came out of the study before, you were always smiling. That was when you smiled the happiest all day."
Seeing that he couldn't get any more details out of the butler, Su Huaiming nodded.
After the butler left, Su Huaiming pondered what those emails were about.
—The original owner sent one every day.
—He smiled especially happily when he left the study.
—The butler said it was a sweet moment between him and Fu Jingfan.
Could it be... a special kind of romantic gesture?
Su Huaiming thought about the setting in the book. He was very fond of Fu Jingfan, so the emails he sent Fu Jingfan must have contained words of love. That was why the butler found it sweet, and why the original owner smiled so happily.
Su Huaiming felt that everything fit and was utterly convinced of his guess. He immediately went to the study to email Fu Jingfan.
There were no old emails in the mailbox. Su Huaiming figured the original owner was thin-skinned and had deleted them after sending them.
Su Huaiming couldn't be bothered to come up with flowery, sickeningly sweet words of love, so he typed: I miss you so much.
It expressed his feelings directly and clearly, and it didn't take much time.
Su Huaiming was very pleased with it. Using the great method of copying and pasting, he composed dozens of emails in one go, so he wouldn't accidentally forget to send them later.
Su Huaiming set them all on a schedule, so the mailbox would automatically send one to Fu Jingfan every day.
After finishing all that, Su Huaiming closed the computer without another glance at the mailbox. He planned to settle down with his tablet and watch a show while eating the beef jerky the chef had made especially for him.
It was already late at night, but the lights on the top floor of the Fu Group building were still on.
Song Hanyu wore a dark blue suit and sat on the sofa with his legs spread in a most undignified posture. His face was handsome, but he couldn't hide his exhaustion. He rubbed the space between his brows and let out a long breath.
Even though he was young, he couldn't keep pushing himself like this!
He looked up at Fu Jingfan, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes.
After a whole day of work, Fu Jingfan's suit was still neat and without a single wrinkle, and his hair was impeccably styled. His eyes were dark and his expression calm, giving no hint of what he was feeling.
Song Hanyu and Fu Jingfan had grown up together. Fu Jingfan was four years older, and Song Hanyu had always regarded him as a dependable older brother and a role model.
When Fu Jingfan had set out to build his own business empire, Song Hanyu had joined him without a second thought, believing he would surely have a bright future following Fu Jingfan.
He had overestimated himself. Even though he was younger than Fu Jingfan, he couldn't keep up with his pace or work longer hours than him!
"I really can't go on," Song Hanyu said weakly. "I feel like I'm barely clinging to life and about to run out of fuel. I have to rest for three days."
Broad-shouldered and long-legged, Fu Jingfan stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the night view. The lights of countless homes were reflected in the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
Under the cover of night, Fu Jingfan's voice sounded even deeper. "Once you've finished the work on your hands, you can rest."
Hearing this, Song Hanyu let out a resentful sigh inwardly, feeling that he was going to work himself to death here.
But he knew Fu Jingfan's personality and didn't dare complain in the slightest. He asked, "Has the email about the proposed cooperation been sent to your inbox?"
"It has."
Song Hanyu braced himself against the desk and stood up. Walking unsteadily on purpose, as if he had drunk counterfeit liquor, he said, "Then can I use your computer to forward the email to myself?"
"Go ahead."
Song Hanyu sat down at the computer and saw a notification that there were 94 unread emails.
He frowned in confusion and opened the mailbox, only to be stunned by a whole screen full of "I miss you so much."
A moment ago, Song Hanyu had looked like he was on his last breath. Now he immediately perked up, his eyes lighting up as he looked at the screen. Eager for gossip, he scrolled back and discovered that Su Huaiming's emails filled a whole three pages!!
Although Song Hanyu admired Fu Jingfan, Fu Jingfan had nothing but work on his mind. He was too cold and ruthless, with no human warmth at all. This was the first time Song Hanyu had found something to gossip about concerning him.
"Brother Fu, come and look." Song Hanyu beckoned to Fu Jingfan, looking just like a fox that had stolen a chicken.
Fu Jingfan frowned slightly and walked over, lowering his eyes to the computer screen.
He and Su Huaiming were only married by agreement, and they weren't close. He had previously agreed with Su Huaiming that they would email each night to report their schedules and important matters. Why had he suddenly sent so many today...?
Fu Jingfan recalled the indifferent tone of his voice on the phone and suddenly felt that he couldn't understand Su Huaiming.
Song Hanyu watched Fu Jingfan without blinking, unwilling to miss any entertaining expression. Unfortunately, the latter was too guarded, and he couldn't glimpse the slightest emotion.
Song Hanyu chuckled meaningfully and teased, "Oh my, married people really are different!"
"Your wife misses you so much. Aren't you going home to see him?"
Fu Jingfan looked indifferent, as if he didn't take it to heart. "I don't have time to go back."
Song Hanyu clicked his tongue twice. Seeing how cold Fu Jingfan was, he suddenly felt a little sorry for Su Huaiming, whom he had yet to meet. "Aren't you worried he'll get angry and run off with the guy next door?"
"I'm not worried." Fu Jingfan looked at the documents and said casually, "That's his freedom."
The author has something to say:
Now: That's his freedom.
Later: Wife, you can only look at me.
Chapter 4: 004
Su Huaiming had no idea he had made such a huge blunder, setting the wrong time and sending over ninety "I miss you so much" emails all at once. He was still lying flat at home, putting on weight while waiting for filming of the parenting variety show to begin.
The day arrived in the blink of an eye.
Before going to the filming location, the production team would livestream from each family's home for three days to observe how they interacted.
Except for the trainee parent, who didn't have to take part in filming, three cars bearing the show's name and logo set off from different locations toward the three participating families.
The show used livestreaming, leaving no room for deceptive editing. Viewers could watch the guests interact with their children in real time and interact through bullet comments. As soon as this format appeared, it won unanimous praise.
In just over ten minutes, the number of viewers in Su Huaiming's livestream surpassed ten million. Its popularity soared into the platform's top ten, matching the other two families participating in the livestream.
But most viewers in the other two livestreams were fans or casual viewers drawn by the guests' good reputations, unlike Su Huaiming's livestream, which was almost entirely filled with haters who wanted to curse him.
The car heading to Su Huaiming's home traveled farther and farther from the city center. The surrounding area was sparsely populated, and not a single high-rise building was in sight.