Once they were outside, Fu Pei carried Fu Ting and walked slowly along the street that led home.
The little girl in his arms gesticulated with her fingers, as if she had degenerated into a five-year-old child.
âLittle Fu Ting.â Fu Peiâs eyes curved slightly as he teased her with a smile.â Call me daddy.ââ
Fu Ting lifted her neck and called out in a crisp voice,â Dad.ââ
Fu Pei lowered his eyes and looked into the little girlâs clean and clear eyes.â Do you like Daddy?â he asked with a drawl.â
âI like fried chicken.â
Fu Ting blushed and smiled. She was gentle and obedient.
Fu Pei looked down at her for a while, and a low laugh came out of his throat. His eyes and eyebrows were filled with unconcealable joy.
âBe good.â
He pinched the tip of her nose, and the clouds in his eyes surged, making them look even more dark and sharp. His voice was low and hoarse, and it was heart-wrenching.â Daddy likes Little Fu Ting too.ââ
Fu Ting hooked her arms around his neck and said coquettishly,â I want Daddy to carry me.ââ
Fu Pei paused for a moment and laughed softly. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Fu Tingâs nose lovingly. It was rare for the little girl to be so obedient.
âOkay, Daddy will carry you.â
He put her down and crouched down in front of her. Fu Ting climbed up to him.â Daddy, you havenât recited it for a long time.â
Fu Pei stood up straight and walked forward. His voice was a little tense.â How long has it been?â
âItâs been so long that I canât even remember.âFu Ting pouted as if she felt wronged. Her voice was nasal.â Youâre so busy that you donât have time to listen to me.ââ
âIs that so?â Fu Peiâs eyes were dark and charming. He muttered,â That father is really a bad father.ââ
After a pause, he asked in a low voice,â How did Fu Xiaoting spend the three years after her fatherâs death?â
âItâs so hard to live alone.â Fu Ting, who was drunk, said whatever she wanted to say. She rested her chin on Fu Peiâs shoulder and said angrily,â I miss my father every day, but I canât see him or touch him. My life is miserable.ââ
As she spoke, Fu Tingâs tears came out, soaking Fu Peiâs clothes and seeping into his heart.
Fu Pei could not imagine how Fu Ting had spent the last three years alone in her previous life.
After her rebirth, she always smiled sweetly, as if she was living a happy life and had never suffered a single bit.
This little fool.
If she hadnât been drunk, she might never have told him.
Fu Peiâs breathing became narrower and narrower.â Fu Ting, donât cry,â he whispered.â
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The young manâs lips tensed up and his Adamâs apple bobbed up and down.â If you cry again, Iâll commit suicide.â
âDaddy, donât die.â Fu Ting panicked and said anxiously,â You wonât have a father if you die.â
âAlright, Daddy wonât die.â Fu Pei rubbed Fu Tingâs cheek comfortingly. His clear voice added a tinge of gentleness in the night.â Stay with our Little Fu Ting forever.ââ
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Fu Pei carried Fu Ting home and put the sleeping girl on the bed.
He did not turn on the lights and just sat at the side, staring at Fu Tingâs sleeping face. He wished he could carve it into his bones.
He suddenly thought of what Fu Sixing had said.
She could not help but lower her head and her lips landed on Fu Tingâs cheek.
He paused for a moment, moved forward a little, and kissed her forehead.
âWhat should I do? I canât bear to part with Little Fu Ting.â
Fu Pei stared at her for a long time before he suddenly laughed. He was a little sad, but his eyes were gentle.â But Daddy has to work hard so that our Little Fu Ting can live a life of spending money like dirt.ââ
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