The wealthy mother's mind was read, and the villain's family collapsed

[Eh? Now that I think about it, even though the old guy is quite old and still in menopause, he still has a good figure. Even if the family can't change their fate as cannon fodder villains, the old guy and his sons can become models. Not bad! Now I have to prepare for a rainy day. I have to call that boy and ask him to come home...]

Shu Ning's thoughts wandered further and further, and she remembered the business card of the mixed-race male model in her bag. She didn't care that Fu Suicheng's face was gloomy even through the green mask on his face, and immediately went to the cloakroom to look for her bag.

"Shu Xiaoning, where are you going?"

Seeing that she was impatient, Fu Suicheng stood up and followed her closely. He clearly heard what she was thinking but still asked another question.

"Aren't you very concerned about the male model who has a similar body shape to you? Wouldn't it be better if I call him over so you can talk in person?"

[It's wrong not to care about you, and now I care about you but I'm not satisfied. The old man's heart is really like a needle in the sea! ]

The two of them walked out of the bedroom one after the other, and saw the rebellious son coming towards them with his arm around the little boy's shoulders.

"Dad? Are you having a midlife crisis? But the male model today named Xu Xiling looks a bit like you when you were young, except that his eyes are azure blue and his hair is flaxen."

Fu Ninglan even thought disrespectfully that the male model might be his grandmother's illegitimate son?

"Really? Mom thinks so too. Your dad was just showing special concern for him. I'll go call and see when that boy is free to come over to our house."

Shu Ning held the little boy's hand and went to make a phone call. The father and son were left there, looking at each other. Fu Ninglan looked at his father's face and tried hard to hold back his laughter, but found that he couldn't. Fortunately, he came to get ice cream and to take the little boy to find his parents, so he stuffed a big spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

One had a cold heart, while the other couldn't suppress the flames of jealousy in his chest, which was burning his heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

Fu Suicheng snatched the ice cream from his son's hand and scooped spoonful after spoonful into his mouth. After Shu Ningyan came out smiling, he had almost finished the whole box.

"Mom, my dad is late at night..."

"Fu Ninglan, you're eating a box of ice cream in the middle of the night. Are you looking for death and want to be reborn?"

Fu Ninglan was about to report his father, so he picked up the empty box and walked towards Ms. Shu, asking her to take a good look. But before he could do anything, he was falsely accused by his father, and his eyes widened.

Fu Suicheng has always been extremely self-disciplined and rarely eats things like ice cream, let alone late at night.

"Erbao, you're an actor. It's okay for you to indulge yourself sometimes, but how can your stomach handle eating a box of cold food in the middle of the night? Your dad may not like what he says, but he cares about you."

[How come the child is so old, but he is not as sensible as the little one? As a mother, I am really tired! ]

Shu Ning looked at her rebellious son helplessly, then turned and walked towards the kitchen, intending to make him a bowl of ginger and tangerine peel soup to warm his stomach.

Fu Ninglan was so angry that he almost laughed. He threw the empty box into the trash can, crossed his arms over his chest and looked arrogant. However, he didn't get any sign of guilt from his father. Instead, he got a bowl of unpalatable soup, which his biological mother, Ms. Shu, had to pinch her nose and pour into his mouth.

After Shu Ning dealt with the two father and son who were making a fuss late at night, she heaved a sigh of relief, took off her facial mask and prepared to take the little one to bed.

"Wife, have you forgotten something?"

Fu Suicheng stood by the door with a green face, and looked with his dark eyes at the mother and son who were already sitting on the bed and preparing to sleep.

"Oh, just tear off the mask and it will be fine. Hurry up, it's already past eleven o'clock. If you don't sleep, your young son can't stay up late!"

[Do you really want me to wash your face? I’ve spoiled you! You old thing are becoming more and more shameless, even worse than a five-year-old child! ]

Fu Suicheng had a heart attack, but he stayed at the door for a dozen seconds longer to calm himself down, and let his dear wife mutter something.

"The father and son are really not as sensible as their child!"

Fu Suicheng tore off the facial mask in one swipe, the sneer on his face now particularly obvious.

"Your so-called sensible son is five years old and still wants his mother to sleep with him. He is really sensible!"

He was so busy dealing with his rebellious son that he forgot about this kid. How old is he, but he's still a mama's boy!

"Dad, I was a little scared in the haunted house today. I had a nightmare when I was sleeping in my room just now, so I came to find mom."

The little boy went to bed on time at nine o'clock in the evening and usually slept until dawn, but today he had a nightmare shortly after falling asleep and woke up. He gave this explanation seriously, which made Fu Suicheng, the old father, look even more ignorant.

After Fu Suicheng lay down on the bed, he glared at the extra kid between the couple, wishing he could drag him out, but he had to remain silent in the face of Shu Ning's already impatient eyes.

At night, after eating a belly full of ice cream, Fu Suicheng dreamed that he was lying in an ice lake. A fish came and hit its head on his mouth again and again. His face hurt and his body was uncomfortable. He woke up in a cold sweat and found that the cub was sleeping in a strange posture, with his little body nestled in his mother's arms. The mother and son were very close, but one of their hands was on the face of his old father, and the little hand was unconsciously patting and hitting it.

No wonder! Fu Suicheng held the kid's hand and put it under the quilt. After tucking the corners of the quilt between the mother and the child, he covered his cramping stomach, stood up and walked out of the bedroom with a slightly staggering step. After taking stomach medicine in the study, he looked out the window at the dark night.

On the other side, Shu Ning heard him get up and thought he was going to the bathroom. Unexpectedly, he didn't come back for a long time. In her sleepy mind, she vaguely remembered that he covered his stomach when he went out. She couldn't help but frowned, and then she realized something was wrong.

[The old man has really improved. As a father, he has the nerve to blame his son for the problem. I didn’t even give Erbao a chance to explain. I guess he was very angry that night.]

Just as Fu Suicheng was in the study room with cold sweat on his forehead and enduring the feeling of his stomach being stirred by hands, he heard Shu Ning's voice and the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door. He quickly sat up straight and pretended nothing had happened, and opened a folder.

The door opened and Shu Ning came in with a bowl of freshly cooked ginger and tangerine peel soup. Seeing his appearance, she looked him up and down with suspicion.

"Stop pretending, drink it while it's hot!"

She put the soup bowl on the desk, pushed it in front of him, and threw the document he was holding upside down to the side.

"If you want to eat ice cream in the future, you can eat it during the day. I'll pass on the words I gave to Erbao to you!"

[I'm tired of telling you, how old are you? I can hardly believe you can live to be ninety-nine if you keep doing this. You've been acting weird all day, and it seems to have started in the haunted house...]