Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fu Tingâs heart felt heavy. The thing that haunted his mind was not the boyâs favor itself; it was the only time he was shown kindness after a life without affection and warmth.
Because of that, this memory stuck to him the most.
She began to sniffle. âBut you donât know the name of your benefactor. His look mustâve changed a lot after so many years. Do you remember anything about him that stood out to you?â
Fu Peiâs lips were pursed as he racked his brain for an answer. âHeâs got a black tattoo with the letter âJâ on his chest. It could be his initial.â
J?
Fu Ting was in a daze for a few seconds. Emotions flashed through her eyes as she said not a word. Her stars-filled eyes twitched a bit. âItâll be difficult with just this lead.â
âYeah.â Fu Pei put his hands behind his neck, and his eyes stared out of the window for a while as he spaced out for a moment. When he came to, he jokingly commented, âUnless his future wife can take off his clothes to look at it for me, who else can see the tattoo on his chest?â
He chuckled lightly before it died down, and his eyes lowered. âI can only be indebted to him in this life.â
Fu Ting looked at him, and a fiery determination was ignited in her eyes. âIâll help you find him, Dad.â
Fu Pei smiled and thought nothing much of it. Little did he know, his wish was about to come trueâ¦
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The following morning, Fu Ting handed her father a notebook. âOpen it and have a look, Dad.â
Fu Pei unhurriedly opened the book and read its content; everything was about some weird methods to make this âmilk teaâ.
The sunlight behind him shone, and he looked much like a prince in the comics veiled with bright light. His eyes twitched slightly. âWhatâs a milk tea?â
Fu Tingâs eyes lit up like the stars they were. âMilk tea is a very tasty drink. No one in Hai City has made this kind of tea yet, so I want to make milk tea and sell this weekend. Iâm sure many people would buy it. We can earn a nice sum of money, too!â
âYouâre living with me now. Do I give you inadequate food or clothes?â Fu Pei placed the notebook aside, his face began to darken. He looked very unpleasant, and his voice sounded a little deep. âItâs not like we have no money. Do we need you, a little fool, going out to make money? Youâre embarrassing me.â
Fu Ting squeezed her hands together. âBut, Dad, I really want to get a computer,â she softly answered.
As the Internet was just launched, Fu Ting wanted to make use of the remaining few months before the college entrance examination to start a career. This was to pave the way for Fu Pei in advance.
She needed a computer to get things done.
At this time, a computer was quite expensive. Fu Pei did not even think about it before he made a conclusion. âIâll buy it for you soon.â
Meng Ying walked down and heard this. She became a little anxious and said in a tone as if she was considerate for Fu Ting. âWhy does she need a computer? Sheâs only a kid, and youâll only waste money.â
âAre you paying for it?â Fu Pei countered right back at her, his eyebrows slightly raised.
He was willing to spend money on Little Fu Ting. This was not wasting money at all!
The corners of Meng Yingâs mouth stiffened. Seeing Fu Pei pampering Fu Ting unreasonably made her feel inexplicably discontented.
Fu Ting paid no mind to Meng Yeng and instead resumed her conversation, âNo, the money at home is for our living expenses, and we have to buy college entrance exam textbooks as well. You canât take it out to buy a computer.â
Fu Peiâs face grew colder. If he was not so poor, he would not let Little Fool trouble herself just because she wanted to buy a laptopâ¦
Lifting her head, Fu Tingâs moist eyes gazed into her fatherâs. âDad, just please say yes. In fact, I also want to drink milk tea. Milk tea is really delicious, you know? Iâll make some for you to drink!â
The little girl licked her mouth, and she looked much like a starving cat.
However, Fu Pei knew Little Fool was just trying to calm him.
It took Fu Pei a good while before he blankly nodded at her in silent agreement.
Meng Ying was displeased. âYou should think it over again, Pei,â she bitterly commented. âWhatâs the future of making milk tea? Youâll only lose money.â
Fu Peiâs thin lips were slightly curved. âWell, if she likes it, then just let her use the money.â
Meng Ying was flabbergasted.
Listening to Fu Tingâs exciting arrangement, Meng Ying dampened her enthusiasm. âI think your milk tea is weird. Will you have diarrhea if you drink it? Everyoneâs drinking Arctic Oceans nowadays, so itâll be hard for you to sell your milk tea. Youâre just wasting your time.â
Fu Tingâs smile never left her face, even for a second. âDonât talk about whether we can sell it out or not; we need manpower to make milk tea. Youâre not working on weekends, so you should help us.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Meng Ying refused to take part in her plan, so she immediately made excuses. âNo, Iâm good. I just received a call that my momâs sick, so Iâll have to go to the hospital and take care of her. I wonât be helping you out. Wishing you a successful sale.â
As she turned around to leave, she mused to herself that if Fu Tingâs milk tea actually turned out to be a big hit, she would perform eating sh*t with a handstand.