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Fu Chengli revealed a nonchalant expression, tilted his head slightly, and said in an exaggerated tone:

"Of course it's true. With such excellent genes in our family, we can't afford to have more children. It's not like we can't afford to raise them."

Grandpa Fu raised his head and nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of approval: his good grandson had finally come to his senses!

"At that time, you can hold one in your left arm, one in your right arm, one in your arms, one on your shoulder, and one lying on either of your legs."

Fu Chengli's expression was "sincere," while Old Master Fu stared at him with suspicion.

"Six little brats surround you calling you Great-Grandpa, and you don't even know who to answer first. It makes you feel so proud. The Zhang, Wang, and Jiang families are all envious and jealous of you, and they wish they could steal two of them over. What do you think?"

Fu Chengli's lips curved into a smile, making his sharply defined jawline even more prominent.

He has a handsome and charming face, but he always talks nonsense.

Old Master Fu narrowed his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to really see six chubby little balls of flesh walking towards him in a wobbly manner, calling out "Great-Grandpa" in their baby voices, wanting to be held by Great-Grandpa, and trying to burrow into Great-Grandpa's arms.

The old man's tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and the corners of his mouth even turned up slightly.

An Ying couldn't help but think to herself: Sure enough, men are all big pigs; you can't trust anything they say.

She remembered that a few years ago, when she accompanied Lu Qiyao to a dinner party, she ran into Fu Chengli in the next private room.

She was standing behind the door, hesitating whether to go up and say hello, when she suddenly heard Fu Chengli talking to his friend.

He said it clearly, word by word: "I will never get married in my life."

An Ying felt it was best not to disturb such a private conversation between friends, so she quietly left.

The man who said he wouldn't get married is now vowing to have six children in one pregnancy.

Does he think it's a sow giving birth?

You've probably been reading too many romance novels!

What's even more baffling is that when the old man was scolding An Weiping just now, An Ying thought that her grandfather was a clear-headed, reasonable person who wouldn't be easily fooled.

Now, his great-grandson has fabricated a whole bunch of nonsense, and the old man not only believes it, but is also happily immersed in the pie in the sky his great-grandson has painted, unable to extricate himself.

An Ying rolled her eyes at Fu Chengli, speechless.

She happened to run into his gaze, which swept over her.

An Ying was taken aback, feeling like she had been caught red-handed slacking off at work and gossiping about her boss.

His dark eyes were deep and shimmered with a bright, clear light.

At this moment, An Ying realized one thing deeply:

We must cling to Fu Chengli's coattails.

Although Fu Chengli held great power in the Fu family, the backbone of the family was still the old master Fu.

Holding him was equivalent to stabilizing Old Master Fu.

By then, who would dare to mess with her?

She immediately stopped rolling her eyes and gave Fu Chengli a bright, flight attendant-like smile.

Fu Chengli: "..."

Fu Chengli was speechless at An Ying's fake smile.

He turned his face away, his tone becoming more serious, and said to Grandpa Fu, "Grandpa, I really can't spare the time to organize your birthday banquet next month. I'd like to ask you to send me a helper."

Grandpa Fu coughed lightly, pulling his thoughts away from the wonderful fantasy of having six babies in one pregnancy, and waved his hand lazily:

"You're a CEO, why do I have to figure out such a small thing? You can arrange it yourself."

Fu Chengli raised his chin and looked at An Ying: "I think she's quite free."

An Ying: "..."

Grandpa Fu agreed without much thought.

“An Ying, please help your cousin. Organizing a banquet is a lot of trouble. I don’t want to make a big fuss about my 80th birthday. It’s fine to just have a gathering of relatives and friends at home. If you don’t understand anything, ask your cousin more questions and you can exchange ideas.”

Fu Chengli nodded approvingly at the old man's suggestion.

Grandpa Fu suddenly remembered something: "That's not right. Your father told you about your 80th birthday half a year ago. How come you're only saying you don't have time now that there's less than a month left?"

Fu Chengli smiled but didn't say anything.

An Ying's round almond-shaped eyes darted around as she watched the conversation between the grandfather and granddaughter, and she began to have some guesses.

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Butler Zhao helped Old Master Fu back to his study on the third floor.

The old man's face fell as soon as he entered the door. He glared at Butler Zhao and said, "Old Zhao, were you the one who tipped us off?"

Butler Zhao was taken aback.

"I sent him on a business trip to Yuncheng, and everything was fine. Why did he come back halfway through?"

Butler Zhao explained honestly, "When I contacted President Fu, his plane had already landed in Beicheng."

Seeing that the old man's expression was inscrutable, Butler Zhao smiled helplessly:

"Chengli is a sensible child. He doesn't want you to worry too much, so he asks me to take care of the house more often."

"My fourth brother's family came with such force that I thought it was something serious, and I was afraid they might upset you and cause you some kind of serious illness. You know, my fourth brother used to..."

Old Master Fu sat down in the rosewood reclining chair and sighed:

“You wicked child, back then my old woman was kind-hearted. When she saw how tragically Weiping’s father died, she persuaded me to adopt him.”

"Who knew he was just like his biological father, both ungrateful people."

“He not only killed my wife, but also almost destroyed the foundation of my Fu family. I was so angry that I drove him out of Beicheng. So many years have passed, I thought he would turn over a new leaf and start anew.”

Butler Zhao picked up a blanket and covered the old man's legs: "Who knew they wanted to use the old man's hands to punish a little girl, even staging a suicide attempt. The Fu family is so powerful, what's wrong with bullying a little girl? If word gets out, wouldn't they be laughed to death by the whole of Beicheng?"

"Your eldest grandson is really resourceful. He managed to bring the truth to light, prevent the fourth son and his gang from causing trouble, and in the end, he even made you happy."

Old Master Fu snorted coldly, his mustache twitching slightly: "Happy? What's so happy about me?"

Butler Zhao smiled and said, "Good, good, good."

Grandpa Fu curled his lip and said, "Anyway, he said he would give me six great-grandchildren. I want to see how many he can produce. Humph!"

"Now you're saying you're short-handed for the birthday banquet? You're neither getting married nor having children, you brat! Do you even care about this old man?"

Butler Zhao comforted him, saying, "Chengli has always been reliable. You overruled all objections back then, even though Haidong was so opposed, you insisted on letting him take the position of president. Seven years have passed, and the facts have proven that your decision was right. He must be grateful."

"Don't worry, sir, your birthday banquet next month will definitely be very lively."

Grandpa Fu gazed thoughtfully out the window.

Suddenly, I remembered that Fu Chengli and An Ying seemed to have exchanged a glance in the reception room earlier.

Over the years, I've never seen his eldest grandson give any other woman a second glance.

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