Their family was still thriving.
It would have been rude to refuse, so Fu Qian soon stepped inside at the invitation of Lucy and her husband, then reached back to close the door behind him.
Though dinner had clearly been underway for a while, he didn't mind. He found an empty seat and sat down.
This series of actions had undoubtedly made Fu Qian the center of attention, replacing Old Man Katon, who was nowhere to be seen.
Having seemingly realized why there had been a dress code, Fu Qian sat up straight and smiled back at everyone, doing his best to live up to the old man's presence.
At a glance, it was easy to see how everyone at the table was related.
One young couple with a child seemed to be Lucy and her husband's daughter and son-in-law.
Katon, who'd missed his chance with Lucy, had apparently lived long enough to see a granddaughter.
As for the other woman, who looked younger and had a similar face—
"Wendy?"
Their eyes met. Fu Qian gave her a slight nod in greeting and casually confirmed her name.
"Hmph—"
The young woman, who looked to be around twenty and wore a green off-the-shoulder dress, wasn't nearly as polite as her parents. She stared at him for a moment, then snorted and turned away.
Of course, her reaction almost confirmed that Fu Qian's guess was right: what had once been Lucy's bedroom now belonged to her youngest daughter.
"Don't worry. Katon probably won't make a mess."
Her attitude didn't stop Fu Qian from casually reassuring her that the old man was simply trying to make up for a regret in his life.
"So who are you, then? You know I can just call the police, right?"
Unfortunately, Wendy didn't seem particularly