Hui Wu’s raised fist paused mid-air. “Where did this filthy beggar come from?”
Baba fumed, You’re the beggar! Your whole family are beggars!
Chubby Baby, ever the mimic, chirped, “You beggar, bad beggar.”
Hui Wu flew into a rage. “You little brat, get lost!” He aimed a kick at Chubby Baby.
Baba panicked. Little Master, dodge!
“Huh?” Chubby Baby blinked in confusion.
“Ah—!” Hui Wu let out a sharp, agonized scream. The moment he lifted his leg, a sudden pain shot through his knee, forcing him to drop straight to the ground with a sickening crack—the sound of bone breaking.
The pain left him speechless, his body frozen and immobile.
Baba sighed in relief. Phew, thank goodness. My Little Master is naturally blessed with Fortune Luck.
Chubby Baby: ???
“Captain, what’s wrong?”
His lackeys crowded around, unsure how to help Hui Wu.
Chubby Baby, pushed aside in the commotion, got a fright and quickly sucked on her pacifier to calm down.
Huaming Fu looked up just in time to see the chubby little one squeezed toward him. Instinctively, he scooped her up, shielding her in his arms, and took two steps back, putting distance between them and Hui Wu.
The little one turned her head, curiously studying the person holding her.
Little Master, say something!
Chubby Baby grinned, revealing tiny milky teeth, and cheerfully exclaimed, “Person!”
Plop—a drop of drool landed on Huaming Fu’s hand.
Baba: …
Call him Father, Father! Little Master, didn’t you just call him that earlier?
“Baba? Baba? Hehehe…” The little one got confused between “Father” and “Baba” again and giggled to herself.
Her clear, babyish voice seemed to dispel the darkness hanging over the Fu Family.
Huaming Fu’s arms trembled slightly as he held Chubby Baby.
Staring at the grimy little face nestled against him, the word “Father” struck him like a thunderbolt, churning and roaring deep within his heart and soul.
Was this his daughter? The daughter who had been stolen and missing for over two years?
“Fufu.” Qingqing Yin’s hollow eyes flickered with a moment of clarity. Pushing aside those protecting her, she snatched Chubby Baby from Huaming Fu’s arms, cradling her and gently rocking her. “Mommy’s Fufu is back. Mommy’s Fufu is back.”
She repeated the words mechanically, a smile gradually spreading across her face.
Chubby Baby’s plump cheeks were squished into little meat patties against Qingqing Yin’s chest, her big eyes blinking in bewilderment.
Little Master, this is your Mother. Call her Mommy.
“Mommy?” Chubby Baby thought hazily. So Mommy was different from Baba. Mommy wasn’t inside her head.
The emptiness in Qingqing Yin’s eyes slowly filled with starlight, and she began to chuckle happily. “Yes, it’s Mommy. It’s Baby’s Mommy. Baby be good, Mommy will protect you.”
Chubby Baby had never been held like this before. She found Mommy’s embrace especially comfortable. Rubbing her little face against it, she settled into a cozy position, snuggling securely into Qingqing Yin’s arms, her chubby legs swinging gently.
She liked Mommy.
Watching his wife and daughter, the gloom in Huaming Fu’s heart completely vanished, and a smile appeared on his face.
This was his Baby. Even Qingqing recognized her—it must be his Baby.
The Fu Family members were filled with shock and suspicion about the sudden appearance of this chubby little bundle, but now was not the time for questions.
Old Master Fu Shichang glanced at Hui Wu and his gang, then signaled to his other three sons.
The three Fu brothers quickly pulled the stunned family of three behind them.
Hui Wu’s reaction was too strange, as if he’d been possessed.
His lackeys fidgeted anxiously nearby, not daring to touch him—every time they tried, Hui Wu howled as if being slaughtered.
“What should we do, Captain? Should we go find a doctor for you?”
“Find… find…” Hui Wu’s veins bulged, his entire body drenched as if pulled from water. He let out two howls before crashing to the ground with a thud, head bleeding and unconscious.
The group of lackeys panicked, lifting him to rush to the hospital.
The remaining Fu Family members and onlookers exchanged bewildered glances.
…
In the dilapidated little dark room, a beam of light shone through the small window overhead, falling on the chubby baby sleeping soundly.
“Alike, truly alike, exactly like Lao Si when he was little,” Eldest Brother Fu Huaqing sighed repeatedly.
With fifteen years between the eldest and fourth brother, Fu Huaqing remembered clearly how Fourth Brother Fu looked as a child.
Fu Huaming stood nearby, grinning foolishly—his daughter naturally resembled him.
Second Brother Fu Huazheng, with his icy expression, stared intently at Little Fufu’s dark little face: “Lao Si wasn’t this dark when he was little.”
“Whoosh…”
Over a dozen pairs of eyes glared at him in unison.
The gentle and loving Old Madam Ying Xialian slapped her son for the first time: “Get lost! What’s wrong with being dark? A little darkness is healthy, unlike you Fu Family members who are all deathly pale.”
The naturally fair-skinned Fu clan…
Fu Huazheng, at his age, was slapped by his mother. He felt wronged, but his icy face showed nothing.
He wasn’t disdainful—he was envious.
Having spent years rolling in the mud of military camps, he was still two shades fairer than ordinary people, not manly at all. Many secretly mocked him—he truly envied it.
No one wanted to know his inner thoughts.
The entire family, because of the chubby baby’s return, had dispelled the gloom of being reduced to prisoners, filled with joy.
No one doubted the baby’s identity. The pull of blood ties required no proof—this was the Fu Family’s lost child, the Fu Family’s treasure.
Over two years ago, Little Fufu was stolen by a nanny during her full-month celebration.
Although the nanny was found, she claimed to have abandoned the child in the mountains.
The Fu Family searched for over two years, with no trace.
Everyone said the child must have been eaten by wild beasts.
Indeed, how could a one-month-old baby survive alone in the mountains?
Qingqing Yin, a naturally cheerful girl, was driven to mental breakdown by grief.
Fu Huaming, a powerful man who took over the family at a young age, also withered day by day.
With the child lost, his heart was lost too, but he had to hold up the Fu Family, protect his wife, forcing himself not to collapse.
The rest of the Fu Family was also filled with sorrow, not daring to give up. They feared that giving up would strip the child of her only hope for survival.
Day after day, year after year, as long as they didn’t give up, a miracle truly could happen.
“Qingqing, can I hold Fufu for a while? Your arms will get sore holding her all the time. Rest a bit before holding her again, okay?” Fu Huaming longed desperately to hold his daughter. He had only held her briefly at the very beginning and hadn’t gotten another chance since.
Qingqing Yin turned her body away, refusing. The baby was hers—no one could take her.
The old madam signaled her youngest son not to upset his wife: “Just help support her. Let Qingqing hold her. Perhaps Qingqing can recover quickly too.”
Fourth Brother Fu looked at his wife with tender concern and nodded.
After their daughter went missing, his wife’s temper had worsened. She often cried, screamed, cursed, searched everywhere, and even became violent.
Half a year later, she gradually calmed down.
Everyone thought she was slowly accepting reality, but as she grew quieter, they realized something was wrong.
She would often stare blankly at one spot, eyes vacant, sitting all day without acknowledging anyone.
Little Fufu found her mother’s embrace so comfortable that she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
When she woke and opened her eyes, she was surrounded by pairs of large, sparkling eyes.
Zaizai was bewildered. She kicked her chubby little legs, only to find they wouldn’t budge.
Third Master Fu, who had been playfully squeezing the baby’s plump legs, felt the movement and knew the little girl was awake. He teasingly tickled her grimy little feet.
“Giggle, giggle…” The little one laughed and squirmed away. “Ticklish, ticklish…”
The baby’s delight brought smiles to everyone in the room.