As for why she didn’t ask Fu Moyan directly, it was simply because Nan Sheng didn’t want to hear him speak.
Fu Moyan had a sharp tongue—every word out of his mouth was unpleasant!
Why would she willingly subject herself to his scolding? She wasn’t a masochist.
After dinner, Nan Sheng took a walk in the small garden outside the villa and decided to call Fu Moyan.
When Fu Moyan saw an unfamiliar number calling, he inexplicably thought of Nan Sheng.
The usually decisive man hesitated for two seconds with his phone in hand.
Was she calling to ask if he’d be home for dinner?
Since she was asking, should he agree when the time came?
In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through Second Master Fu’s mind. Just as he reached to answer, Nan Sheng hung up.
Fu Moyan: “…”
Of course, Second Master Fu wouldn’t call back!
He stared at the phone screen, his aura instantly turning cold.
Just as he was about to block the unknown number, Nan Sheng called again, and he accidentally answered.
Fu Moyan: “…”
“Hello?” A soft, familiar female voice came through.
Fu Moyan tightened his grip on the phone and suddenly said, “I won’t be back for dinner tonight.”
“What?” Nan Sheng’s voice carried surprise and confusion.
Fu Moyan hadn’t expected his mouth to work faster than his brain, uttering those words.
The ever-proud Second Master Fu maintained a stern expression, his voice cold and arrogant: “Just letting you know!”
“Alright, I understand.”
Though puzzled, Nan Sheng responded gently: “I called to ask, Second Master, what’s with the property certificate on the table?”
“It’s for my son!”
Fu Moyan replied swiftly and coldly with five words.
Afraid that Nan Sheng might misunderstand.
Hearing this, Nan Sheng frowned.
She never expected Fu Moyan to favor sons over daughters?!
Without even knowing the baby’s gender, he was already insisting it was a son?
“Second Master, what if it’s not a son?” Nan Sheng’s voice was very soft.
For some reason, Fu Moyan sensed a dangerous undertone in her words.
This time, he didn’t speak rashly.
To be honest, this child had come too suddenly.
For Fu Moyan, it felt completely unreal—he wasn’t prepared to become a father at all.
He had no concept of whether it would be a boy or girl.
A boy would be fine, but a girl… The thought of having a daughter who resembled Nan Sheng, delicate and soft, made Fu Moyan’s breath catch.
Some thoughts, once entertained, spread like wildfire—unstoppable.
Second Master Fu’s mind was now filled entirely with images of a petite, delicate, and adorable daughter.
A toddler in a princess dress, stumbling toward him calling “Daddy,” throwing herself into his arms to act cute… Second Master Fu’s heart trembled.
He refused to consider the fifty percent possibility that Nan Sheng’s child might be a boy.
It had to be a girl!
After waiting without hearing Fu Moyan’s response, Nan Sheng was about to ask about the main matter when the man’s deep, cold voice sounded.
“The sea is dangerous. What would a girl do living in a villa?”
If his little princess loved playing in water, how dangerous would that be?
Nan Sheng: “???”
“I own several castle estates overseas. When you have time, pick a few. If it’s a girl, of course she should live in a castle.”
So Fu Moyan didn’t favor sons over daughters—he favored daughters over sons.
But regardless of which it was, Nan Sheng disliked both attitudes.
Moreover… if the sea is dangerous, then aren’t boys dangerous too?
Should girls live in castles?
Did Fu Moyan read too many fairy tales as a child?
The Little Match Girl still lived on the streets—should he buy his daughter a whole street to sleep on?
Nan Sheng was utterly astonished by Fu Moyan’s thought process.
Suppressing the twitch at the corner of her mouth, she asked gently, “I was going to ask if Second Master planned to move to the new house. Since Second Master mentioned the sea being dangerous, does that mean we don’t need to go?”
Fu Moyan fell silent.
Of course he wanted to move. What would it look like if he married Nan Sheng but continued living in a villa purchased by the Nan Family?
His masculine pride wouldn’t allow him to be a freeloader.
“You’re my wife in name. Living in a Nan Family villa—are you mocking me for not being able to support my own wife?”
His overwhelming male chauvinism practically slapped Nan Sheng in the face.
She rubbed her temples and softly expressed her opinion, “Second Master, I really don’t want to move again.”
She also didn’t want to conflict with Fu Moyan over such a trivial matter.
“How about this: I’ll have the property transferred to your name tomorrow. Since you’re giving me and the child a floating villa as a gift, it’s only proper that I return the favor. Consider this my way of repaying your kindness?”
What was Fu Moyan’s personality like?
Domineering, assertive, and concerned about face.
Hearing Nan Sheng’s words actually pleased him, but he would never accept her simply giving him the property.
He wasn’t that petty.
Buying a house for his wife and child, then finding a way to get compensation in return?
Even though the wife was fake, the child was real!
Second Master Fu would never stoop to such tasteless behavior!
“No need for the transfer. I’ll have Xiao Yun send you the money for this property later.”
Nan Sheng felt weary. What could she say about Second Master Fu’s extravagant money-throwing behavior?
She’d already gained two properties for free right after marriage—anything she said now would seem ungrateful.
Nan Sheng forced a smile and said gently, “I’ll follow Second Master’s arrangements.”
If she didn’t comply, Second Master Fu would probably start throwing properties at people again.
For once, Nan Sheng wasn’t opposing him and even said she’d follow his lead.
Fu Moyan felt thoroughly satisfied, like drinking cold water on a hot June day—completely refreshed.
“Anything else?”
Noticing Fu Moyan’s slightly softened tone, Nan Sheng brought up another matter. “Second Master, do you remember the agreement we signed when we got married?”
Being reminded of their marriage of convenience instantly punctured Second Master Fu’s good mood like a needle.
His tone cooled several degrees. “I don’t like beating around the bush!”
“When will Second Master have time to accompany me to Australia?” Nan Sheng went straight to the point.
When she and Fu Moyan had their whirlwind marriage, they’d established a prenuptial agreement.
One of the requirements was that Fu Moyan would accompany Nan Sheng to Australia to visit Chen Lei after marriage.
Although Chen Lei had been causing constant drama, gradually wearing down Nan Sheng’s affection…
Considering their many years of mother-daughter relationship, Nan Sheng truly couldn’t let her die with regrets.
Prompted, Fu Moyan also recalled this matter.
“Next Monday. I don’t have time this week.”
“Alright, I’ll have someone book tickets for next Monday.”
Having received a definite reply, Nan Sheng hung up.
After ending the call with Fu Moyan, Nan Sheng called Chen Lei in Australia.
“Mom, I got married yesterday—to Fu Family’s second son, Fu Moyan.”
Nan Sheng had originally thought Chen Lei would be overjoyed to hear this.
After all, she kept saying every day that she wanted to see Nan Sheng married with children and living happily before she died. To this end, she repeatedly threatened suicide and flew into frenzied rages multiple times, throwing the entire Nan Family into complete chaos.
Who would have thought that after hearing this news, Chen Lei remained silent for a long time.
It was the nurse who took the phone from her hand.
“Hello, Miss Nan. Your mother just had surgery and appears very uncomfortable. I’m afraid she won’t be able to respond to you.”
Whether she couldn’t respond or didn’t want to, Nan Sheng no longer cared.
She said softly, “Then please convey a message for me. I’ll bring someone to visit her next Monday.”
Without Nan Sheng having to specify, Chen Lei knew exactly who that person was.
With the thing she had always hoped for finally coming true, Chen Lei should be happy, right?
Lying in the hospital bed, Chen Lei looked up at the snow-white ceiling and suddenly felt a surge of fear.
She curled up under the blankets, clutching tightly at everything around her, her eyes filled with resentful madness.
The Nan Sheng who had always been firmly in her grasp seemed to be flying farther and farther away.
The second son of the Fu family had stolen her daughter!