The situation was too calm, and Liu Sandao found it particularly strange.
When things are abnormal, there must be a trick.
He felt he should thoroughly search every place Fu Qing might have been involved in to mount the most effective response.
He acted immediately, taking advantage of Bai Suxiang's absence at Li Feilin's house.
Using his magic, he scoured Fu Qing's school, the parks and squares near her home, and the nearby malls where she might play.
But he found nothing.
Just as he was starting to wonder if he was overthinking it, the words "Feitian Huafu" suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Right, could something be hidden there?"
With this thought, he cast a spell and flew to Feitian Huafu.
Indeed, this time he found something.
Soul Eleven was temporarily residing at Zhang Fuchun's home. She had been there for a few days, not making a move, just wanting to observe Fu Dehan's character.
For such a selfish person, the best punishment was to damn him to eternal perdition.
Zhang Fuchun had completely fallen for Fu Dehan's sweet talk in the past couple of days, wishing she could cling to him for forty-eight hours a day.
Fu Dehan, at the opportune moment, proposed marriage, and she was eager for them to tie the knot soon.
But Eleven didn't see it that way. How could life be flavorful without a little spice?
Thinking this, she stealthily blew a tiny seed into Zhang Fuchun's head.
Zhang Fuchun wasn't doing anything. She had had a spat with Fu Dehan a few days ago and wasn't in the mood for work.
The company was her father's, so she could come and go as she pleased; it was merely to pass the time.
However, these past few days, whenever Fu Dehan turned his head, Zhang Fuchun felt an inexplicable discomfort.
The way he turned his head was eerily similar to the way that little girl turned hers. She hadn't paid much attention to whether he turned his head before, as she had never met the little girl.
But now that she had, she couldn't help but compare. The father and daughter were too alike.
Whenever she saw that gesture, she was reminded of that little girl.
"I say, you talk about marrying me, what about your two children?"
"Children? Their mother has them, what's wrong?"
Seeing Zhang Fuchun ask, Fu Dehan answered truthfully.
"What's wrong! Let me tell you, they are absolutely not allowed in my house, do you hear me!"
Zhang Fuchun said, pointing a finger at Fu Dehan.
"Heard you, how would they get in!"
Fu Dehan said calmly, completely unaware of the depth of Zhang Fuchun's aversion to his children.
"Not even to see them, do you hear me!"
"Alright, alright, won't see them, won't see them."
Fu Dehan agreed.
His current goal was marriage, so he was completely compliant with Zhang Fuchun.
Seeing Fu Dehan as obedient as a dog, Zhang Fuchun felt immensely satisfied. She reveled in this sense of control, which made her feel like everything was within her grasp.
With marriage in mind, Fu Dehan didn't care what he appeared like in Zhang Fuchun's eyes; what he needed to do was finalize the matter as soon as possible.
But, unfortunately, at this point, Li Feilin's family ran into some trouble.
Her mother fell ill and was hospitalized, requiring treatment that would cost a lot of money. Li Feilin was overwhelmed and had to borrow money from everywhere.
With no other option, she called Fu Dehan.
Although Fu Dehan was divorced, it wasn't as if he had completely forgotten Li Feilin's kindness.
Li Feilin cried profusely on the phone, making Fu Dehan feel guilty towards her and her parents.
He had abandoned his family and children, insisting on being with Zhang Fuchun, all for money, hadn't he?
Now, when money was needed, he couldn't produce it. He realized how much of a failure this path had been.
If he had known this would happen, why have he gone down this road?
But on the other hand, he was unwilling to give up. He had to get married quickly and get the money.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Dehan had been brooding since he finished the call, deliberately letting Zhang Fuchun see it.
Zhang Fuchun didn't know the reason and simply asked, seeing his unhappiness.
"Alas! How to put it?"
Fu Dehan sighed, creating a preamble.
"Hurry up and say it, what's wrong?"
Zhang Fuchun urged impatiently, seeming more anxious than Fu Dehan to know the outcome.
"Well... Li Feilin wants me to take the children."
Fu Dehan paused for a moment, then revealed everything.
Hearing that Fu Dehan was to take the children, how could Zhang Fuchun possibly agree?
"No! Absolutely not! Have you forgotten what I told you?"
Zhang Fuchun reacted strongly, but Fu Dehan had expected it.
"My darling, my darling, listen to me! Listen to me, okay? Don't be angry first!"
Fu Dehan began his practiced performance again.
This was a self-directed and self-acted play, with no intervention from others, where the rhythm could only be dictated by Fu Dehan's moods.
And the only audience was Zhang Fuchun, who was still immersed in her role as the mistress of the house.
Fu Dehan had a firm grip on Zhang Fuchun's little temper tantrums.
"You also know that when I divorced, I signed the divorce agreement. It promised her eight hundred thousand, and now she wants me to fulfill it. What do you think I should do?"
Fu Dehan told part of the truth, while hiding the rest.
This was his principle in dealing with people, especially women.
If he told them everything, women would think he was honest but incompetent; if he told them nothing, she would think he was too arrogant and never considered her feelings.
"That's your business, you handle it yourself!"
Fu Dehan hadn't expected Zhang Fuchun to say that. His heart tightened for a moment, then he thought of a plan.
If she didn't agree, how could he get the money?
Eight hundred thousand was no small sum. Where could he get it from? The fastest and most convenient way was from Zhang Fuchun's bank card.
"I'm in a hurry to marry you, so I had no choice but to agree to her unreasonable demands. Besides, with your status, this eight hundred thousand is just a drop in the bucket! Consider it a loan from you, and I'll pay you back slowly."
Fu Dehan spoke in a pleading tone.
"Hmph! Even if it's a drop in the bucket, it's mine. It's your problem, you clean up your own mess!"
Zhang Fuchun adamantly refused, and Fu Dehan's plan would certainly fall through.
"If you don't agree, then I have to take the children with me. When we divorced, it was agreed that one child each. I have to take my son; he's too young, only a little over a year old, just weaned. He can stay with you then and call you 'Mom'!"
Fu Dehan's words made sense and gave Zhang Fuchun a choice.
Either pay the money or live with the child.
In either case, Fu Dehan would not lose out.
If he paid, his son could be raised; if he didn't pay, his son could still be raised.
When Zhang Fuchun heard that Fu Dehan's child with Li Feilin was moving in, she immediately became enraged. How could she tolerate it?
"No, absolutely not! Hmph!"