Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

It was gloomy outside the window, and the birds that were chirping in the trees outside were driven away by the rain.

Goldfish brought the ironed clothes and said that the temperature had dropped today so she should wear an extra knitted vest.

Qingyun's mind was still a little confused, but with the help of Goldfish, he obediently put on his clothes, washed up, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Fu Shengyu looked at Qingyun who was in a bad mood and asked with concern. "There were two loud thunders at night. I went to see you and you were sleeping soundly. Were you woken up by the fright?"

The rain outside seemed to have gotten heavier, and the crackling sound was disturbing.

"No, I just had a nightmare." Qingyun was still very depressed. She looked at Fu Shengyu carefully. He was wearing a black shirt and tie, and it seemed that the occasion he was attending today was very formal.

"Nightmare?" Fu Shengyu raised his eyebrows, moved his chair towards Qingyun, and asked Jinyu, who was taking care of Qingyun, to eat first before asking, "Would you like to tell me?"

Qingyun held the white porcelain spoon in her hand and slowly stirred the wontons in the bowl clockwise. She was struggling. She was not sure whether telling Fu Shengyu was a good choice.

Seeing that Qingyun didn't speak for a long time, Fu Shengyu smiled twice and touched Qingyun's head, "You can refuse me, Qingyun, you can refuse anyone."

"Today's potato pancakes are delicious. Qingyun, would you like to try some?" Fu Shengyu placed the plate of round potato pancakes in front of Qingyun.

"Thank you, father." Qingyun gave a forced smile, and it was obvious that she was troubled by what was going on in her mind.

"You're welcome Qingyun. If you have anything to say, I'm always available to listen."

After breakfast, Fu Shengyu instructed Jinyu and Jinqiao to report any abnormalities in Qingyun at any time.

Qingyun stood at the door for a few minutes to digest the food. The rain splashed on the steps at the door and made them dirty.

It was raining so heavily that Qingyun didn't plan to go out for patrol. It would be troublesome if he got sick.

Another gust of wind blew, bringing with it a heavy dampness that swept over Qingyun. She now doubted whether that person was herself.

"Miss, there's a lot of wind at the door. Don't let the wind blow you. Let me read you a story."

Qingyun was not in the mood to listen to the story. He just went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, and watched the heavy rain outside turn the world into a foggy one.

Anything in a dream could be a source of inspiration for Qingyun, no matter good or bad, but last night's dream was too clear, so clear that she could clearly see the man's pale skin and the swelling from being soaked in water for a long time.

At this moment, the fog of dreams seemed to be falling into reality, and Qingyun felt confused.

She has even transmigrated into a book, and her book outline has been changed by an unknown idiot. Who remembers whether her book will turn into a post-apocalyptic novel or an infinite flow novel later on.

Such heavy rain usually occurs in summer. She was thinking about something and staring at the rain outside in a daze. If it was the end of the world, what should she do? Then could her own son still be the protagonist?

Goldfish saw that the eldest lady was sitting on the sofa in a daze, and didn't know whether to tell the boss about it, so he stood in the corner and whispered to Jinqiao.

Qingyun felt a little tired after sitting for too long. He looked at the time. There was still some time before lunch and the rain showed no sign of stopping.

"Oh." Qingyun sighed and half-lay down with his eyes closed to rest.

After lunch, the rain finally stopped a little. Qingyun stood at the door and looked at the sky. The clouds were so dark and low, and there should be a lot of rain to come.

Although Qingyun was in a bad mood, it was precisely because of her bad mood that she did not follow the diet menu for lunch today. Hehehe, it was quite happy to indulge herself occasionally.

"Miss, the boss is calling." Jin Qiao came over with the phone.

"Father."

Hearing Qingyun's voice not so weak, Fu Shengyu felt relieved. He was very busy today. First, he heard that people from the government came to attend a meeting, and then the Fengzhou Chamber of Commerce held a meeting. He was so busy that he could not find a place to eat a box lunch until one o'clock in the afternoon.

There was also a welcome lunch at noon, but he was very worried about Qingyun and wanted to find a place to listen to Qingyun talk.

"It's raining heavily today, Qingyun, don't go out. You'll get sick if you get wet." Fu Shengyu couldn't help but remind him again, "You can watch TV at home, or let them read to you. If you want to find someone to play with, call them home."

Qingyun felt comfortable hearing Fu Shengyu's somewhat nagging concern. She was a person who could distinguish good from bad, but the care she wanted was equal and gentle advice when she was free, rather than endless orders when she was busy.

Qingyun has always believed that love is an innate ability, but how to love is a complex and changeable topic, which has countless different situations to discuss.

Qingyun is an ordinary person. She doesn't want to appear too smart now, lest she be laughed at as Zhongyong when she is powerless in the future. In fact, what she fears most is Fu Shengyu's disappointment.

Qingyun wanted to maintain her identity as a child, so she pretended to be an innocent and curious baby and asked, "Father, can you stop the rain?"

Fu Shengyu didn't expect his daughter's request to be so difficult. Whether it rains or not is a natural phenomenon and cannot be easily changed by human power.

"I'm sorry Qingyun, father can't control the rain, and I don't know what method to use to stop the rain."

After hearing Fu Shengyu's words, Qingyun felt a little worried. As expected, there was no artificial rainfall here, and naturally no artificial rain-stopping. That meant that if it continued like this, there would most likely be a flood.

Floods in spring seem like a fantasy, but this is a novel, so there must be enough novelty and conflict.

"Father, the rain is too heavy and the vegetables will be drowned. Brother Yin said that there can't be too much water, otherwise we will have no vegetables to eat." Qingyun's voice sounded a little frustrated, but softer.

Fu Shengyu smiled and comforted Qingyun a few words. When he saw He Wu made two gestures, he quickly explained to Qingyun in a soft voice that he was busy and would try to go back early to accompany her in the evening.

After getting Qingyun's understanding, Fu Shengyu hung up the phone reluctantly. He was happy for Qingyun's understanding. He ate two mouthfuls of food and went to work quickly.

The afternoon meeting was hosted by the government, which mainly explained the various issues in the entertainment city, the rules and regulations that each merchant must abide by, and detailed explanations of every possible violation of public order and good morals.

Fu Shengyu sounded a little impatient. He had visited other places for field investigations before making a decision, and he knew what the rules were.

The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and there was a layer of fog on the windows. Fu Shengyu suddenly thought of Qingyun's question. If the rain continued, would there be another flood?

Fufeng Mountain basically does not have the conditions for landslides, but the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain are low-lying and may be flooded.

I will mention this matter to the leaders after the meeting, and ask Fang Cheng to replenish the supplies as soon as possible.

The more he thought about it, the worse it seemed. Fu Shengyu quickly found an excuse to go out and call Fang Cheng, asking him to check the existing supplies and replenish them for at least half a month, and then arrange for someone to check the emergency equipment inside Fufeng Fort.

Thinking of those officials who were just sitting there doing nothing, Fu Shengyu told Fang Cheng that the more supplies the better. If these people did nothing, and the people had to flee to the mountains to avoid the disaster, that would be his credit.