In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

After returning to the hotel, Fu Ziyan couldn't help but ask her guess: "Dad, when you were a child, were you often punished by grandma to face the wall and write self-criticisms?"

Fu Qiyuan: "...Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"That's just my guess!" Fu Ziyan chuckled, "So that's right?"

Fu Qiyuan was silent for a moment. "Yes, your grandmother seems gentle and elegant, but she was very strict when educating your uncle and me. When we were young, if we did something wrong, we had to face the wall for half an hour and write a self-criticism before we could eat."

"Were Dad and Uncle also naughty when they were young?"

Seeing Ti Ti's careful thoughts, Fu Qiyuan tapped his daughter's forehead and said, "Compared to you, your uncle and I are better behaved."

Fu Ziyan tilted her head, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Really?"

"The situation was turbulent back then. When we were young, your grandmother kept a very strict control over us. But as we grew older, she set us free and respected all our choices, allowing us to study and travel, or try our hand at business." Fu Qiyuan's eyes dropped slightly. "Even when your uncle left home, it was she who supported and persuaded your grandfather to stay."

"Grandma is so open-minded." In that era, leaving home to join the army was like putting your life in the hands of luck.

"Yes, she is the best woman and mother I have ever met." Fu Qiyuan sighed softly, "My uncle died flying a fighter jet in the air, but a few years later, when your uncle proposed to join the army, she still chose to support him."

Air battlefield...

Fu Ziyan's eyes widened. "Was it 1937? Why haven't I heard Dad mention it before?"

She had only known that her grandmother was in poor health. Medical care was limited in those days, and even though the Fu family was wealthy, they hadn't developed the right medicine and couldn't save her. As for the Li family, she only knew that both of their great-uncle's had died during the war and had no descendants, but she didn't know the specific reasons.

Fu Qiyuan nodded. "The past is over. Besides, your grandfather doesn't like to talk about this at home. Your uncle was your grandmother's last surviving brother, so when he first heard the news of his death, his health was a little unwell due to the emotional stimulation. Later, your uncle's military service was also somewhat affected by this incident. The old man is old, so there is no need to bring it up to irritate him. Just remember it."

It turned out to be the case.

Although it was somewhat irrational, people are prone to self-deception, and even elders like Grandpa Fu Mingzhang were no exception. For Grandpa, his wife's illness and death, and his eldest son's departure for the army, all began with the news of his death.

After listening to the elders' stories, Fu Ziyan obediently made tea for her father: "Dad, have some tea."

She accidentally brought up her father's sad memories, and out of self-blame, she tried to comfort her father seriously, serving him tea and handing him a hot towel to wipe his hands.

How could Fu Qiyuan not see what Ti Ti was thinking, and a warm feeling ran through his heart.

His daughter is really great.

Fu Qiyuan hadn't finished sighing for a few seconds when Fu Ziyan, who thought it was time to change the subject to calm her father, spoke up: "So, what naughty things did Dad and Uncle do? Did they climb up the roof and tear off the tiles, or skip classes to eat snacks?"

Fu Qiyuan: ...How come his little cotton-padded jacket suddenly became leaky?

He lowered his eyes and said seriously, "Titi, Mr. Liao sent two medicinal recipes for nourishing the blood and body. Dad will have someone make them for you tomorrow."

Medicinal food?

Fu Ziyan quickly refused: "Dad, I just donated blood, I'm not that fragile. Forget about medicinal food or anything like that." Things related to medicine, even if they are not bitter, they are definitely not delicious!

Fu Qiyuan looked at Ti Ti calmly, which made Fu Ziyan feel uneasy.

isn't it?

Dad wouldn't be so scary, would he let her eat some medicinal food?

She really just donated blood!

After a long while, Fu Qiyuan reluctantly compromised: "If you don't want to, forget it, but if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell Dad. I just donated blood, go to bed early and have a good rest tonight."

"Okay, Dad. No problem, Dad!" Fu Ziyan stood up and waved, "Good night, Dad~"

Looking at his daughter's back as she left quickly, Fu Qiyuan's lips curled up slightly.

It was only after Fu Ziyan returned to her room and took a shower that she realized what was happening.

She seemed to have been deceived by her father...

It was obvious that Dad didn't want to talk about why Grandma punished her when she was a child, so how did the topic turn to asking her to eat medicinal food? ! !