Moving Bricks to Provide for You (VI)

Fu Pei was back after ten minutes. In his hurry, his dark hair was ruffled by the wind, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and wetted his sideburns.

His sweaty shoulder blades wetted his shirt, and his chest was rapidly rising and falling.

The bag he held with his fine-shaped fingers was thrown at Fu Ting. Though he struggled to catch his breath, his low-pitched and clear voice sounded a bit fierce. "Take it," he simply said.

The bag was filled with medicine for fever and cough. It turned out that her father bought her medicine.

This immediately warmed her heart. She smiled sweetly, exposing her cute little white teeth. "Dad, it's so kind of you."

Fu Pei licked his lips in distaste, narrowed his eyes slightly, and tightened his jaw. "I'm just afraid that I'll get infected. Don't get any ideas, understand?"

Fu Ting simply acknowledged and looked confused. "Dad, you're just buying medicine. Why were you in a rush?"

Fu Pei's facial expression became unnatural; only heaven knew why he was so anxious. Maybe he was afraid that something would go wrong with the girl if he came back late.

Damn it!

He was probably going crazy.

"I asked you to take it, so take it. Why are you talking so much?" Fu Pei pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face and neck. This action helped him escape embarrassment.

Fu Ting glanced at the medicine in her hand and carefully asked, "Dad, do we have candy here?"

Fu Pei raised his eyebrows, and his deep brow ridges made his expression look somewhat ferocious.

Fu Ting covered her mouth, coughed politely a few times, and hoarsely added, "I don't like bitterness."

She favored sweet food the most and could not take any bitterness. She needed candy every time she took medicine.

Fu Pei felt like strangling her, but he stalked into the kitchen nonetheless. He searched in the cabinets, found a small bag of brown sugar, and threw it at Fu Ting.

His Adam's apple bobbed and he spoke through gritted teeth, "I only have this. If you don't wanna take it, you can expect your death."

She knew her father had poor choices in words but his heart was soft. Every time she acted like she was pitiful, he had no choice but to give in.

Fu Ting lowered her head, a cunning expression flashed in her clear and watery eyes.

After taking the medicine, Fu Ting felt light-headed and fell asleep while holding the blanket. The smell of herb on her father's body was also on the blanket. This gave her a sense of belonging, and she slept peacefully with it.

Looking at this scene, Fu Pei felt conflicted. He had just told himself that he would never let her sleep on the bed.

However, it was not appropriate for him to bring her away from the bed at the moment.

Forget it! As a big guy, he should not trouble himself with petty things like these. He just had to sleep on the floor, that was all.

Also, this little girl was so delicate. If she caught a cold from sleeping on the floor, he had to spend money to buy her medicine.

He tried his best to maintain his demeanor and laid on the mat to sleep again as though nothing had happened. 

…

Fu Ting slept until the next day, and she felt refreshed as she opened her eyes.

Fu Pei ran back from his morning run and saw the little girl getting down from his bed. He had no emotion as he became insensitive to it.

Fu Ting stretched her body, touched her growling stomach, and looked at Fu Pei with her pitiful eyes. "Dad, I'm hungry."

The little girl licked the corners of her mouth; she looked like a nestling asking for food.

Fu Pei felt a lump in his throat and said nothing. He turned to the kitchen, found some noodles from the cupboard, and cooked them.

Soon, Fu Pei felt he became too obedient.

He was a powerful man that others would serve. How could he serve Little Fool?

However, thinking of what Little Fool had done, Fu Pei could not refrain himself from forming a bold conjecture.

Could it be that Little Fool's family was ruined? Could she have suffered a big blow due to that catastrophe that it made her mentally sick, to the point she thought he was her dad?

If this was the case, it would be utterly tragic. Therefore, it was okay to cook her a meal, right?

Fu Pei comforted himself once again, and he started to work as a full-time dad.

When Fu Pei came with two bowls of noodles, Fu Ting had finished freshening herself. She politely sat by the broken table that wobbled due to a missing leg.

"Dad, this is the first time I'm trying the food that you've prepared for me." Fu Ting carried the bowl of hot noodles and smiled happily.

In her previous life, her father invested all his energy and time in showbiz ever since she was born. Thus, he was always busy. He became the king of films and TV circles later on and grew busier, to the extent that he did not even have time to eat dinner with her.

Fu Ting felt an unutterable sadness. She found herself thankful to have been reborn; she could meet the teenage version of her father.

Fu Pei thought Little Fool's father had just died and that she had mental issues, thus he did not sneer at her.

"Hey, there's a sunny side up!" Fu Ting found a fried egg at the bottom of her bowl. She gleefully took a bite and squinted gladly due to the appetizing smell, and she resembled a greedy yet obedient cat as she did so.

She glanced at Fu Pei. "Dad, why don't you have a sunny side up?"

Fu Pei was eating the noodles sparingly. His jaw muscles were working hard to chew the food, and it made him look slightly animalistic yet strangely alluring.

He sneered at her question. "It's food for girls. I hate it."

As the Big Brother Fu who was inwardly warm but outwardly ferocious, he certainly would not tell her she was eating the last egg in his house.

Had it been any other day, he would not have let Fu Ting have it.

After all, Little Fool was sick so she should eat better.

Furthermore, the little girl called him 'daddy', and he could not be criticized that he treated his child harshly.

"Oh..." Fu Ting replied with a soft voice before resumed to eat.

Fu Pei looked at the way she was eating; she chewed her food bit by bit, and it made her cheeks inflate like a pufferfish. He could not help but think of the big orange cat that Xie Tiao reared.

It behaved like her. They were equally silly!

Forget it! He was unlucky to look like her dead father, and his heart was not cold enough to drive her away. He could keep her like a silly cat, and he believed she would not eat too much.

Nevertheless, Fu Pei fell into despair two days later.

Fu Ting was such a big eater!