C59 Who Do You Think I Am?

Fu Sui raised his head, not knowing whether he should answer or not.

However, An An's eyes were good, and she immediately noticed him. She quickly sat beside him and asked in a childish voice, "Why is big brother alone here?"

Fu Sui was different from before. He did not answer her. He still lowered his head in silence, as if the symptoms of depression and isolation were about to start again.

However, this did not bother An An. He did not speak, but An An was a little talkative.

"Brother, your daddy is so powerful. He can catch Mommy in one move. When I grow up, I will also have long legs. I can catch Mommy in one move!"

"Strange, why does Mommy keep putting on makeup? Mommy is very beautiful, how many times do you want to ask?"

Hearing his little sister's unclear voice, Fu Sui finally could not help but answer, "I know."

An An's eyes lit up, "Can we draw mommy? Mommy is so beautiful ~"

Thinking about the promise they made, Fu Sui shook his head. "Auntie doesn't like it. I won't draw it."

An An curled her lips. "Alright ~ Then what should we draw after dinner? Let's draw today's dishes ~"

Although his sister's words were no different from nonsense, Fu Sui just liked to hear her talk. His heart gradually became clear.

"Big brother, why aren't you happy?" Suddenly, the little girl's voice changed. She looked at him with her bright eyes full of concern.

Fu Sui struggled in his heart for a moment, but he still said it out loud, "It's me... It's me who caused Auntie's illness."

If it wasn't for him blocking the rain for him, Auntie would not have taken off her clothes and drenched herself. She would not have fallen sick either. It was all his fault.

"How could it be brother?" An An shook her head decisively. "An An also often gets sick. Mommy said it was her fault, but An An doesn't think so! With Mommy accompanying her, An An doesn't need to be afraid of any illness!"

Although her mother did not blame herself in front of her face, she often saw her mother crying silently in the middle of the night, saying sorry to her.

She really wanted to comfort her mommy, but she was conflicted about waking her up to make her mother worry even more.

Fu Sui was stunned when he heard this. He did not feel that bad anymore.

"So, brother, don't be sad. Mommy likes you very much. I don't want you to be unhappy."

Fu Sui was silent for a long time before he nodded heavily. Then, he stood up, and the depressed expression on his face gradually faded.

His sister was right. Auntie would rather suffer than let him get sick. The most important thing for him was to grow up quickly and let his sister recover from her illness. Then, he would protect them.

"Wait a minute." Just as he was about to hold An An's hand and go out, Fu Sui remembered that she had asked him to draw a picture. He started to rummage through the drawer in the study.

There was a stack of high-quality drawings here that could be used by his sister and Auntie.

After searching for a while, Fu Sui finally found a large stack of clean and smooth scrolls. However, there were a lot of them. When he took them out, he accidentally brought out a picture album.

"Aiya." An An saw the picture album scattered all over the ground and quickly picked them up one by one. Suddenly, when she saw the picture clearly, she blinked and exclaimed in surprise, "It's Mr. Fu!"

Hearing that, Fu Sui also went over to take a look.

On the picture album, there were pictures of people in different postures. Some were standing, some were sitting, and some had their hands in their pockets. Although the movements were different, every picture was obviously pointing to the same man — Fu Jingchuan.

Fu Sui was surprised. He did not know that his father had the habit of drawing, and looking at these pictures, it didn't seem like he drew them. However, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Seeing the last picture, An An was even more surprised, "Eh, is this Mommy and Mr. Fu?"

In the picture, the woman was holding the man's arm with a smile, and the man had the same expression as all the other pictures, cold and indifferent.

The two children were absorbed in the picture. Suddenly, a cold voice sounded above their heads, "Tell me — Who is this?"

An An didn't even raise her head. Her soft and gentle tone was very certain, "This is Mommy and Uncle."

How strange, did Mommy know her uncle before?

Fu Sui raised his head in confusion and saw the dark and unclear eyes of his father, as if a storm was brewing.

He seemed to have promised his aunt that he would not tell her about her makeup, but now that his sister had said it, wouldn't he be exposed?

"Let's go eat." Fu Sui pulled An An's hand and slipped out of the house before his father could ask another question.

...

The Fu Mansion was silent in the dark night.

Soong Ruanruan slowly woke up and slept soundly.

The night outside the window was quiet. She slowly turned her head and suddenly realized that there was someone in the room. She was so scared that she almost screamed.

"... Mr. Fu?" When she saw the cold face on the seat, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

How long had he been sitting here?

Why was he staring at her?

Soong Ruanruan checked her clothes and found that there was nothing wrong with them, especially the yellow and rough foundation that she had put on her skin. Even if Fu Jingchuan really wanted to lift it up, he wouldn't notice anything.

The man stood up and blended in with the dark night. It made him look even colder.

Soong Ruanruan felt that if she didn't say anything, she would be swallowed by the depressing atmosphere. "I didn't expect Mr. Fu to have the hobby of peeking at people sleeping."

She didn't know why she would say such a joke when she opened her mouth.

However, staring at her sleeping was a little perverted, wasn't it?

Fu Jingchuan didn't say anything. Instead, he threw a stack of paintings on the bed.

Soong Ruanruan was stunned. She picked it up and looked at the first one. Her face instantly turned pale. When she looked at the rest of the paintings, her movements froze, and the fake indifferent expression on her face could not hold on any longer.

These were all the paintings that she had painted four years ago!

At that time, other than some sketches, the most she painted was Fu Jingchuan.

Although the man always had a cold and indifferent expression when he was with her, she was willing to accept it.

Seeing the last picture, the shock in Soong Ruanruan's eyes could be seen!

That was the only picture of them together.

She rarely went out with Fu Jingchuan openly, and she didn't dare to paint it either. She was worried that if someone saw it, they would make up a story to create trouble for him, so she only had this picture in her mind.

Fu Jingchuan patiently waited for her to finish looking at it. Then, he slowly opened his mouth and spoke in a low and deep voice, which was like the low moan of a devil in the dark room, "An An said that this is you and me."

Soong Ruanruan's heart beat wildly.

In just a few breaths, she had already thought of the storm that would come after she revealed her relationship with Fu Jingchuan, but before that, she still had to struggle a little.

"What a child said. How could Mr. Fu take it seriously?" She put down the picture book and smiled. "This place looks a little like it."

She looked down at the picture and smiled lightly. She spoke casually.

"I also have the same outfit as this woman on the picture. Perhaps An An saw the outfit and thought that it was me."

She didn't believe that Fu Jingchuan would let An An come over and point it out.

Fu Jingchuan's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through her. Soong Ruanruan gradually calmed down and even thought of a topic to change the subject to.

"Speaking of which, why does Mr. Fu care so much about these paintings? Although his eyebrows and eyes can vaguely tell who it is, the portraits are not photos. Many 3D models of faces are also very similar to real people. There is no need to overthink these virtual portraits."

She said it clearly and deliberately made Fu Jingchuan sound suspicious.