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Fu Pei was too nervous to meet Fu Ting’s eyes. He turned his face away from her and remained silent for a few seconds before he hoarsely spoke, “Let’s just postpone buying your computer for two days, Little Fu Ting. Just wait for me…”

Fu Ting’s lips were sealed shut, and her sunny eyes dimmed.

Her eyes widened as she stared straight at Fu Pei for a few seconds. Then, she turned around and left.

Bang!

The little girl slammed her door in anger.

Even though she said not a word, she still managed to make Fu Pei’s heart ache.

Fu Pei stood in front of her door and raised his hand, wanting to knock on the door, before he decided against it and walked away.

…

Fu Ting sulked for a good amount of time, and it ended when noontime came. She knew it could be bad for her father’s health if she did not make a meal for him, and he might even eat instant noodles again.

Being angry was one thing, but the responsibility of protecting her father’s health should never be forgotten.

She walked to the living room slowly and glanced at Fu Pei’s room. It was empty.

Fu Pei was not at home.

Fu Ting’s fury returned. He hid the truth from her and gave the money for the computer to Meng Ying. She could get past the fact that he did not coax her at all, but now he had the heart to leave her be.

This simply meant that he did not care about her as a daughter, right?

“Bad daddy.” Fu Ting kicked the sofa and felt very wronged. “I don’t like you anymore.”

There was a knock on the door.

Fu Ting ran to open the door, only to find Meng Ying at the doorstep with a pleased grin.

“Is Pei here? I came here to thank him in person for lending me money!”

Fu Ting’s heart raged with anger, and she blocked her from coming inside. She smiled coldly. “You used your mother’s illness as an excuse to cheat my dad off of his money. Was your conscience eaten by a dog?”

Meng Ying was taken aback. How did this fool know she lied?

She remained unperturbed, but her smile was all too triumphant.

“How is that ‘cheating’? I’m in a rough spot right now and Pei offered his help, that’s all. Can’t help it. I’m special to him.”

Fu Ting’s eyes flashed with cold-blooded ferocity. “Meng Ying, I wouldn’t be haggling you if you didn’t pull the stunts that you did, but you’re playing tricks on my dad. Don’t think that things will always turn out the way you want it to.”

Meng Ying’s eyes were wide and thin, and as she smiled at the little girl before her, her eyes seemed stunning yet provocative altogether. “Little Sister, what you said is really interesting. If you’re unhappy, you should say it to Pei; telling me that is useless. I didn’t force Pei to give me money, after all.”

Seeing the redness in the corners of Fu Ting’s eyes, she felt more confident as though she had regained her footing. “Speaking of which, I’d like to thank you as well. Your idea of making and selling milk tea earned you so much money, and with that, I can settle my problems with ease.”

…

Fu Ting drove Meng Ying away and was so heated that she was going up the wall.

If only she had evidence against Meng Ying… She would have dealt with her.

Alas, she had nothing.

With her appetite gone, she went back to her room. She wanted to find ways to deal with Meng Ying.

Fu Pei did not return until evening.

With her hunger finally returning, she got up to make noodles. Looking at the twilight outside the window, she hesitated to call Fu Pei.

Right after she finished making her noodles, she heard the front door open.

Fu Ting knew her father was back, but she behaved reservedly and did not turn to look at him.

As the familiar footsteps got closer and closer, the man stood behind her. He seemed to be panting.

Fu Ting looked down at her noodle soup and glanced at Fu Pei’s well-washed track pants by the corner of her eye.

“Little Fu Ting, raise your head and look at me,” he demanded, his voice arrogant and harsh as it usually was.

Fu Ting hesitated for a moment, but she still respected him. She raised her head to look at him.

Dressed in a black shirt, the teenager’s body seemed to be soaked in sweat. The shirt stuck to his skin, and his chest rose and fell in tandem. His well-defined body muscles were visibly distinct.

He was holding a square black bag in his hand.

“Open it and have a look.” He offered her the bag.

Fu Ting had an inkling of what it truly was. Curiously, she unfastened the zipper of the bag to reveal what was inside.

It was a computer.