“Agreeing doesn’t mean you have to change your surname. Look at the management of Qin’s Real Estate. They are all named Qin!”
Feng Shihua took a sip from the tea cup, and after a long while he quietly said: “How much money did you lose abroad?”
Feng Shirong was silent for a moment: “You don’t need to worry about this, but what I mean is also what my father means. I know that you two have a good relationship as a couple, but Qin Jingqiu can’t have a baby. Now all the people in the company are named Qin. In the future, Feng Shirong Whose property will it belong to? Aren’t you worried?”
Feng Shihua frowned: “We agreed not to discuss this kind of thing anymore.”
Feng Shirong picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said nothing for a long time.
Three minutes later, Feng Shirong got up and left the study and came to the living room.
Feng Shirong had already adjusted his condition and came to the sofa to pick up his son and put it on his shoulders: “Let’s go, daddy will take you to visit his hometown.”
Duan Ying chuckled and hit him: “Slow down, don’t drop your son!”
“I know, I know.”
Feng Shirong jumped up twice, making the little boy giggle, and then like a loving father, he walked towards the door.
Just after taking a few steps, Feng Shirong was slightly startled, and then turned his head: “I almost forgot, Nan Shu, will you go back with us?”
“…”
Feng Shirong also has a villa in Sheshan Manor, not far from next door. Although he only comes back occasionally during the Chinese New Year, it is not abandoned because there are servants taking care of it.
It was reported in the news that a rich man bought a villa everywhere but couldn’t live in it, and ended up being used by a nanny and housekeeper. In fact, the situation was similar to this.
Feng Nanshu followed the family of three silently into his “home” and sat on the sofa.
Feng Shirong stretched as soon as he entered, and then walked around for a while, while Duan Ying put her son on the sofa, whispered a few words, then stepped forward and hugged Feng Shirong.
At this time, the little boy turned to look at Feng Nanshu and looked her up and down.
“Why did you come to my house?”
The little boy spoke in American English, and his eyebrows knitted together as he spoke: “Don’t you have a home of your own?”
Feng Nanshu was silent for a second and answered him in English: “Of course I…have a family.”
“Where’s your home?”
“In Unit 502, Building 7, Hongrong Homes, Jinshan Street, Jeju City.”
“Then why don’t you go back to your own home? What are you doing at my house?”
The little boy plays with the toy car in his hand, demonstrating the unbridled rights of children.