Fu Yunting's Fury

"Younger Uncle, I want to find Eldest Uncle and see the kitty."

With a butterfly perched on the back of her head and a pretty blue princess dress with a puffed skirt, Qin Yan was a beautiful little butterfly baby today.

The Dreamweaving Butterfly dutifully adorned her hair like an ornament.

Its black and red coloring made Qin Yan's pretty little face look even fairer.

Her hair was tied into a half braid at the back of her head, with her naturally curly ends left loose.

Perhaps it was because the Life Tree Crystal Core had transformed her body, but her hair had been growing very quickly lately.

Her short hair, which had originally stopped just above her neck, now reached a little below her shoulder blades.

Dressed up like this, the little girl looked every bit a sweet, gentle little princess.

The cats and dogs at home had all been settled in.

Qin Yan wanted to visit her eldest uncle again and see Zhaocai, the calico cat she had saved, while she was there.

Fu Nanshan had not planned to stay long when he came home this time.

But his little niece was simply too lovable, and with the S-Rank Hellhound at her side, he had been allowed to remain at home.

He also served to keep an eye on the Hellhound.

So he had stayed home longer than ever before.

"All right."

Fu Nanshan was as sparing with words as ever, but he granted almost every request Qin Yan made.

Still, the little girl was a good baby, and her requests were few and far between.

He picked Qin Yan up, put on a baseball cap, and headed outside.

Qin Yan leaned obediently against his shoulder, holding Tuantuan in her arms.

Jinbao followed behind, wagging its tail.

On their way out, they ran into Fu Rong, who was returning from a stroll.

"Grandpa."

Qin Yan greeted him with crescent eyes and a sweet smile.

Old Master Fu was instantly so delighted that the creases at the corners of his eyes deepened.

But he was good-looking, and even in his old age, he was still a handsome older man.

If he had not been good-looking, he would not have had several handsome sons and a beautiful daughter.

"Oh, where is our precious Yan off to?"

He took her straight out of his youngest son's arms.

Then his expression changed the moment he looked at Fu Nanshan, his face full of disdain.

"You're leaving? What, eating my food wasn't enough, so now you're taking things too? Trying to kidnap my granddaughter?!"

He acted as though Fu Nanshan were not his son but a human trafficker.

Fu Nanshan: ...

During the first few days after he came home, although his father had complained about him not getting married, his attitude had been quite good.

The longer he stayed home, the more disdainful his father became.

It was much the same as when he had been in school!

"No, Grandpa."

As soon as Qin Yan spoke, Old Master Fu's expression changed.

He smiled affectionately, even pitching his voice a little higher.

"Oh? Then where are you going, precious Yan?"

Qin Yan explained in her babyish voice, "To find Eldest Uncle and see the kitty."

"Do you want to come, Grandpa?"

Upon hearing that they were going to his eldest son's company, Old Master Fu's expression immediately changed.

"No, no. Dealing with those old fellows will drive me mad."

"Your eldest uncle scolded them, and since they can't do anything about him, they keep coming to me to complain. I don't even dare take my phone along when I go fishing anymore, for fear someone will call this old man to air their grievances. They dump all their woes on me until my ears practically have calluses. They've scared away all my fish."

Fu Nanshan said, "There weren't any fish to begin with."

That verbal knife struck precisely where it hurt.

Old Master Fu was furious.

Nothing annoyed an angler more than being told he had caught nothing.

"Aren't you supposed to be mute? Now you know how to talk!"

"All you know how to do is upset your old man."

"Look at you, wearing white every single day. Can't you wear some other color?"

"No, that bald head still makes me angry. Hurry up, leave the monastic life, and get your ass back home."

Fu Nanshan stood like a snow-covered cedar, his eyes slightly lowered, looking aloof and sacred.

In truth, to avoid listening to the old man's nagging, he was staring at a spot on the ground, emptying his mind and reciting sutras.

He did this whenever he did not want to listen to someone nag.

It often infuriated people who had talked at length, only to discover that he had not heard a word.

Old Master Fu said, "Get lost, get lost. Just looking at you annoys me."

Only when he heard "get lost" did Fu Nanshan raise his eyes and take Qin Yan back into his arms, her little face looking slightly despondent and her gaze a little blank.

Old Master Fu rolled his eyes.

"Younger Uncle, Grandpa can really talk."

Only once they were in the car did Qin Yan's vacant gaze come back into focus.

Fu Nanshan said, "Mm."

Younger Uncle was a man of few words, and Qin Yan was used to it.

She leaned against Younger Uncle and started playing with Tuantuan and Jinbao.

The car soon arrived at Fu Yunting's company.

They went straight inside. The receptionists would never stop them.

But they would swoon.

"Ahhh!!!"

"Did you see him? Did you see him? He's so handsome. His aura is incredible!"

"I saw him, I saw him, but why does it look like he has no hair?"

"He's already this handsome without hair. I can't even imagine how stunning he'd be with it. White hair would be best. Wouldn't he look exactly like a white-haired immortal lord from a novel?"

"When he walked past just now, even my work-induced urge to swear settled down."

"The baby's here too. What's their relationship? Looking at him like this, that young man has a bit of a husband vibe!"

"I hardly dare look him in the face. It feels like even one more glance would be blasphemy."

"The baby looks so pretty today. That big butterfly ornament on the back of her head is gorgeous."

Fu Nanshan carried Qin Yan into the elevator.

Those discussions, which they thought were quiet, had actually all reached Fu Nanshan's ears.

He had already learned to be immune.

After all, when he had been the Buddha's Son at Hanshan Temple, the temple's steady stream of worshippers had also relied on putting his face on display.

Many people had gone to Hanshan Temple specifically to see him.

Fu Nanshan had not let it go to his head. He had only found it excessively noisy.

Later, he had learned to empty his mind, to neither listen nor look.

He only needed to recite sutras.

They arrived on the floor where Fu Yunting's office was located.

The moment they stepped out of the elevator, Fu Nanshan keenly noticed that the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

The secretaries and assistants appeared to be working, but their attention was actually focused in one direction.

Fu Yunting's office.

Fu Nanshan could faintly hear his eldest brother's furious roaring.

As it happened, Qin Yan heard it too.

Her hearing was quite good as well.

Even with the door shut, Fu Yunting's office could barely contain his beastlike, commanding roars.

"This is the new secretary you recommended?!"

"This is a workplace, not a nightclub! Didn't I say before not to wear overly heavy makeup during working hours? How many pounds of putty have you plastered onto your face? Even the time clock can't recognize you.

"Didn't I say secretaries shouldn't wear overpowering perfume? Did you move an entire perfume factory onto yourself? And these clothes, this skirt-dress appropriately for work, dress appropriately! Have you been letting everything I say go in one ear and out the other?! Dressed like that, why didn't you just come in a bikini? Button up that collar!"

"When I told you to bring coffee, it was for me to drink, not my clothes! Cry, cry, cry, all you know how to do is cry! You're going to cry away all my company's financial luck!"