C9 You Really Are a Bastard!

After finishing work, Soong Ruanruan hurried home to prepare a meal for her young daughter. She was an excellent cook and took great joy in seeing her daughter's contented expressions while eating. However, a thought crossed her mind, and her smile faded. "An An, in a few days, once we've packed up, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

Her daughter, gnawing on a chicken leg, nodded her head, mumbling a muffled, "Roar..."

An An suffered from a severe blood disorder that required a matching donor for a cure. Without it, she might not survive beyond five years. Going to the hospital to wait for a match could also help manage her condition. Soong Ruanruan was determined not to let her daughter slip away from her.

The following day, after ensuring Soong Le'ann was well taken care of, Soong Ruanruan visited the Fu family home with pastries she had specially made for Fu Sui. Guided by the butler, she passed the front garden and arrived at the grand entrance.

Upon entering, she found Fu Jingchuan and his son having breakfast at the table. Fu Jingchuan's brow furrowed with displeasure at her early arrival. "Why have you come so early?"

Soong Ruanruan, still wearing her makeup and mask, approached and explained, "Mr. Fu, the last time we were at the hospital, I noticed the Little Young Master enjoyed the pastries I made, so I baked some more to bring to him."

Fu Jingchuan set down his chopsticks and glanced at the pastries Soong Ruanruan presented. "Take them away. Fu Sui doesn't like sweets."

"Ah?" Soong Ruanruan was taken aback. But just last time...

Before she could gather her thoughts, Fu Sui had leapt from his chair, thanked her, and eagerly grabbed the pastries, munching away with delight.

Fu Jingchuan watched, astonished.

Soong Ruanruan realized he was completely unaware of his son's fondness for the treats. She couldn't help but shoot a covert glare at Fu Jingchuan. He was indeed a jerk, not even knowing what his own son enjoyed eating!

After breakfast, as Fu Jingchuan left for work, Soong Ruanruan accompanied Fu Sui upstairs to his room.

The treatment process should never be rushed. While Soong Ruanruan was casually chatting with Fu Sui, a crisp female voice suddenly pierced the air from outside the door, "Sui, look what Auntie has brought you this time – a fun new toy!"

The next moment, the door swung open, revealing a statuesque woman holding a bag that screamed luxury.

With her curly locks cascading down and skin as white as snow, she wore her makeup with exquisite beauty, her bright eyes and pearly teeth exuding the grace of a well-bred lady.

Soong Ruanruan stood frozen, her mind reeling.

The woman's features were hauntingly familiar, aligning perfectly with a face from her memories.

Her complexion turned pale as recollections from years past flooded her thoughts like a relentless tide.

This was Fu Jingchuan's fiancée, Lo Qing.

Lo Qing's gaze fell upon the motionless Soong Ruanruan, and a flicker of displeasure crossed her face. "Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm the Little Young Master's psychologist, Soong Ling," Soong Ruanruan replied, her voice even and calm, betraying none of the turmoil within as she sought to avoid conflict.

Lo Qing took in the sight of the woman before her – the large black-rimmed glasses obscuring her eyes, the mask she wore – and felt an inexplicable distaste begin to grow. Yet, she said nothing more and instead turned her attention to Fu Sui.

"Sui, take a look. Do you like it?" she asked, crouching down to present a car model from her bag.

Boys will be boys, and surely all little boys love cars.

This model was a costly acquisition from abroad, and Lo Qing was confident it would captivate Fu Sui.

Soong Ruanruan finally snapped back to reality, a wry smile touching her lips. It was clear that Fu Jingchuan held great affection for his fiancée – unlike her, who was deemed an unsuitable match.

In years past, the mere thought would have pained her, but now, reflecting on it brought only a serene acceptance.