This was the symbol of the Crimson Phoenix, and only those at the helm owned it.
When he was young, he often played with it and asked Ye Huang curiously what it was used for.
Ye Huang told him that having this was equivalent to having the helm of the Phoenix sect, and it was a symbol of power too.
“Uncle Ye, this is?”
Ye Huang glanced at Fu Tingyu, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile. “I’ve always treated your son as my grandson. I have no children. “In the future, Crimson Phoenix can’t be without a person in power. I see that his bones are unique and he will be good at martial arts. I’m looking forward to the time when he can stand on his own.”
Ye Huang and Fu Beichen were about the same age. He was almost 50 years old. He didn’t even have a woman, not to mention a wife.
He had been single all these years.
He had never taken off their masks.
Not even Mu Shengwan had seen him without the mask.
Mu Shengwan mentioned before that she wanted to see his true colours.
But ye Huang said, “If I show you, will you marry me?”
Mu Shengwan:”…”
Therefore, Fu Tingyu knew a little about the matters between the elders.
Fu said, “I’ll take care of you until you die.”
Ye Huang laughed out loud this time. ” I didn’t dote on you in vain with these few words.”
Fu Tingyu said, “I’ve always remembered how good Uncle Ye was to me. I’ve never forgotten it.”
Ye Huang stared at Fu Tingyu for a while, and the smile on his lips deepened.
After Ye Huang left.
Fu Tingyu put away the ring and said to the girl, “Uncle Ye gave all his wealth to our son.”
Qin Shu was surprised. “Uncle Ye treated you nicely.”
Fu Tingyu nodded. “Yes, I was unhappy when I was young. It was Uncle Ye who secretly took me out to play.”
Qin Shu thought about that scene and found it very funny. She asked curiously, “Then how did he know that you were unhappy and came all the way here to pick you up to play?”
Fu Tingyu said, “I have the Red Spirit. The Red Spirit and Uncle Ye have a telepathic connection. I can feel it even from a thousand miles away.”
Red Spirit?
She had heard it once in the capital last year.
“Is it so powerful that you can feel it from a thousand miles away?”
Fu Tingyu nodded. “Yes, the red spirit itself was given to my mother by Uncle Ye. When I was three years old, my mother asked Uncle Ye to take the Red Spirit Down. In the end, Uncle Ye gave it to me and said that I could ring the bell if I miss him.”
Qin Shu could imagine the plot of thousands of words just by listening to these words. Uncle Ye liked Fu Tingyu’s mother!
Uncle Ye never got married. Could it be that he couldn’t forget Mu Shengwan, so he stayed single?
Fu Tingyu could tell from his wife’s expression that she had guessed it. He said, “Uncle Ye likes my mother. He didn’t get married not only because of my mother but for another reason too.”
He saw that his son was sleeping soundly, so he walked to the bed and sat down, hugging his wife.
Qin Shu was unable to fall asleep, so she kissed the man on the cheek. “Tell me about it.”
“Uncle Ye likes my mother very much, but he kept it in his heart and never mentioned it. When I was three years old, that was the year he took off the Red Spirit. “Uncle Ye brought me out to play, and there was a woman following behind him. Wherever Uncle Ye went, she would go. “When I was young, I didn’t understand. I felt that there was a follower behind me. “Now I understand that she likes Uncle Ye, but Uncle Ye has no interest in her.”
“But later…” Fu Tingyu seemed to be immersed in memories. “She died because of Uncle Ye. I was there at the time, and I only heard Uncle Ye say one sentence. Why are you doing this?”
After Fu Tingyu said that, he lowered his head and nibbled on his wife’s lips. “Rest for a while. When you wake up, you can drink the chicken soup.”
“Okay.” Qin Shu was indeed sleepy. She let the man lay her down on the bed and covered her with a thin blanket.
When Qin Feng rushed over, Qin Shu was sleeping.
He didn’t wake Qin Shu up. Instead, he gently picked up the little guy. The Little Guy’s eyes were tightly shut, and he was sound asleep.
“I’m your uncle, Uncle.”
Even though the little guy was asleep, Qin Feng still happily taught him to call him uncle.
As his uncle, he prepared a generous gift for the little guy too.
When Fu Tingyu received the gift, his expression was ugly. Other than some coins, there was a dagger too. This dagger was called Broken Moon, and it belonged to the ancient god of war. The blade was extremely sharp, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it could cut off the hair.
He raised his eyebrows. “You gave him a dagger?”
Qin Feng smiled and said, “In the future for self-defence, but I can give it to Ling Bao first.”
He spent a few months to get this dagger, and he had finally gotten it.
Six days later, Qin Shu and Mu Shengwan were discharged from the hospital and went home to recuperate.
At night, after their son drank the milk.
Fu Tingyu lay on the bed with his wife in his arms.
During that period of time in the hospital, he slept alone because he was afraid of hurting her.
Six days later, Qin Shu’s body had recovered. She nestled in the man’s arms. Thinking of her son’s name, she said, “Baby Yu, what do you think our son should be named?”
“In my generation, the Fu family is called the Ting, but in my son’s generation, it is the Zhi. What about Fu Zhiheng?”
“Fu Zhiheng, that’s pretty good. Let’s call him that.”
“Honey.” The man rubbed the girl’s neck and sniffed her unique scent. Then he kissed the girl’s lips.
There was no lust.
It was as gentle as the moonlight outside the window.
He just wanted to kiss her.
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In the blink of an eye, on the day of the full moon, the Bright Garden was bustling with activity.
This time, the people invited were all who were familiar with each other and not those in the business world.
Han Xiao, Hua Wuyan, Jun Li, and their relatives from the imperial capital all came, including Uncle Mu Nianzhi’s family, maternal grandparents Yan Ruoqing, Mu Liancheng, and so on.
Because there were many guests and important relatives who had come, Fu Tingyu accompanied Fu Beichen to greet the guests.
In the master bedroom.
Qin Shu rested for a month and was full of energy. It would not be a problem for her to get into a fight with someone.
She looked at her son in the crib. She had just fed him milk, so he had been sleeping.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Ning Meng pushed the door open and walked in. She looked at Qin Shu and said, “Young madam, someone wants to see you.”
Ning Meng just finished speaking when two people walked in from behind. They were Jun Li and Lan Qi.
Qin Shu smiled and went up to greet them. She looked at Jun Li. His face was sickly pale, no different from before. It was just that… he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
“When did you guys arrive?”
Jun Li sized up Qin Shu. Seeing that she looked so good and had recovered well, he was relieved. “We arrived yesterday, so we came earlier today. Where’s the baby? Take us to have a look.”
“It’s inside.” Qin Shu brought Jun Li in.
Lan Qi followed behind obediently.
Qin Shu brought them to the crib and looked at the little guy inside. Her eyes were full of gentleness. “His father just fed him milk and fell asleep. He sleeps almost every day and looks like he doesn’t care about anyone.”
Jun Li gazed at the baby. The one-month-old baby had changed a lot compared to a month ago. He had grown up a little.
