C77 It Was Really Just a Learning Experience

"Why is it not working after a while?" Cheng Lan frowned, her tone was unhappy.

Soong Ruanruan also frowned slightly. Just as she was about to explain, her daughter interrupted, "Grandma, only if you treat him well will he recover quickly!"

Cheng Lan glanced at the little girl and then looked at Soong Ruanruan. She could only say unhappily, "Then let's begin."

A few minutes later, Soong Ruanruan and the child were still in the garden. However, this time, Fu Sui closed his eyes and laid down on the soft rocking chair.

"Very good. Just relax slowly and don't think about anything. If you can't control yourself, then feel what sounds around you first … Listen, do you hear any bird calls?"

Soong Ruanruan's voice was gentle and soft. Although it was still rough, it did not lose its sleep-inducing effect.

Not far away, Fu Jingchuan stood there calmly with no expression on his face.

Lo Qing felt very bored as she watched Soong Ling's scene. Everyone's attention on Soong Ling made her very unhappy, as if that woman was the one worth being paid attention to.

"What is Dr. Soong doing? He wants Sui to sleep for a night to treat him?" She could not help but break the silence.

Cheng Lan's gaze did not shift away. "This is called progressive relaxation therapy. It has an anti-stress effect and can also resist the child's anxiety."

After being briefed, Lo Qing came back to her senses and secretly cursed herself for bringing up the topic.

"Is that so? I don't really understand. I must read more about psychology when I go back in the future …"

Before she could say the word "book", Fu Jingchuan's warning voice sounded above her head.

"Don't be noisy."

Lo Qing's face turned red as she hurriedly lowered her head. An embarrassed and unwilling resentment appeared in the corner of her eyes.

The surroundings finally became quiet. Only the sound of insects and birds chirping and the rustling of leaves could be heard, causing Fu Sui to quickly enter a state of complete relaxation and be guided by Soong Ruanruan's voice.

Cheng Lan looked at it for a while before suddenly turning around and entering the house. Her mood seemed to be a little down.

Fu Jingchuan did not stay for long. After returning to his room to pick up a phone call, he entered the master bedroom on the first floor.

Lo Qing was bored to death when she suddenly saw the door to the study on the first floor open halfway.

Out of nowhere, she quietly walked in.

The decorations in the study were simple and grand, and the style was similar to Fu Jingchuan's office. Lo Qing slowly walked to the desk and glanced at the folder on the table. She could not help but frown.

She reached out and pulled out a portrait from a corner of the folder, and her eyes instantly widened.

This was a photo of Soong Ruanruan who had once painted a picture together.

Lo Qing tightly gripped the paper, almost breaking it!

"Miss Lo, why did you come in?" The butler's voice interrupted her thoughts, "This is the young master's study, you can't just come in."

Lo Qing turned her head fiercely, her gaze fierce, "I'm Jingchuan's fiancée, I can't even enter the study?"

The butler was surprised by her sudden anger, but he still said in a formal manner, "This is what the young master told me to do. Please come out."

"He didn't say anything like that to me!"

Just as she finished speaking, Fu Jingchuan's cold face appeared at the door.

Lo Qing was stunned and could only grit her teeth and walk out. Just as she was about to complain, she heard the man say coldly, "No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

"Why?" She wanted to ask if it was because of the secret portrait.

However, the man did not answer her. He only said coldly, "Don't do it again."

Lo Qing opened her mouth, but in the end, she endured all her questions. There was only one thing that she could be sure of. The woman on the portrait who looked extremely similar to Soong Le'ann was the woman that Fu Jingchuan had always forbade talking about, Fu Sui's mother!

Dinner time was about to arrive, and Fu Sui's treatment also ended.

When they arrived at the spacious living room, the butler took the initiative to report, "Dr. Soong, your daughter is currently watering the flowers on the rooftop with Mrs. Fu."

Soong Ruanruan was a little surprised. Mrs. Fu did not seem to have a good impression of her, but she actually seemed to get along well with her daughter.

Fu Sui looked around the living room and saw that there was no one else, so he pulled on the corner of Soong Ruanruan's clothes.

"What's wrong, Dear Sui?"

Soong Ruanruan was puzzled. She saw the little guy lead her to the study room and wanted to bring her in.

"This is your father's study room. It's not good for me to go in, right?" Soong Ruanruan wanted to tactfully refuse, but Fu Sui shook his head.

"This is also my study room." His son's eyes were filled with hope, as if he wanted her to look at something.

Feeling helpless, Soong Ruanruan could only ask the butler, "Mr. Fu, can you please ask Mr. Fu if he can go to his study room?"

Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Sui pulled her in, afraid that she wouldn't be willing.

When Soong Ruanruan arrived at her son's desk, she realized that Fu Jingchuan was quite meticulous. He had specially adjusted the desk for Dear Sui, making it suitable for the child's height.

Fu Sui turned on the computer and fiddled with it a few times, then showed her a set of information.

There was a pile of data neatly arranged on it. The few marketing accounts and extreme fans of Soong Feifei, including their family addresses and the tools they used to log in, were all listed.

Soong Ruanruan was surprised. She had asked for this matter before, but she didn't expect her son to be able to find out so much about it.

"Dear Sui, how did you find out?"

This was a lot of personal information, and it was not something a child could have done.

Fu Sui blinked his dark eyes. "I learned it."

"... Did you really learn it?" Soong Ruanruan asked worriedly. She was afraid that her son might have been taught something bad in order to help.

Fu Sui nodded with certainty.

Looking at her son's pure gaze, Soong Ruanruan felt relieved. At the same time, she realized that Dear Sui's knowledge in computer network and IT was far more than her peers.

Soong Ruanruan carefully looked through the information and found that all the logins were on the same IP address. In other words, those people were indeed ordered to create rumors. Otherwise, they would not have gathered so many people.

With the evidence in her hands, she had no reason to let those rumors continue to attack her.

"Thank you, dear Sui!" Soong Ruanruan couldn't help but kiss her son's cheek.

At this moment, Lo Qing's sharp voice suddenly came from the door, "Who let you in?"

Soong Ruanruan raised her head and saw Lo Qing and Fu Jingchuan's figures. "I just told the butler that..."

She paused for a moment and thought about it. Maybe the butler didn't have time to tell him, and she had indeed entered without permission.

"I'm sorry, I came in without permission. If Mr. Fu wants to blame me, please do." She was already prepared to accept the harsh punishment from the man.

However, Fu Sui blocked her way. "I let Auntie in."

Lo Qing tactfully said, "Dr. Soong, the child is not sensible. Are you not sensible as well? This is Jingchuan's study. There are many important documents in there. If any of them are leaked, do you think you can take the responsibility?"

"Dear Sui is very sensible. He just wanted to share something with me, so he let me in."

As Soong Ruanruan spoke, she calmly looked at the man's face. "I really have nothing to say, but I promise I didn't touch anything in the study."

Fu Jingchuan lowered his gaze and looked at his son's computer screen.

Suddenly, Fu Sui said, "Video."

Then he stared at his father like he was acting spoiled.

Soong Ruanruan noticed something new. Her son was actually acting spoiled. This was a surprise.

This was also the first time Fu Jingchuan had seen Fu Sui looking at him like this. It was even more impactful than his silent protest. He had to admit that he was soft-hearted.