Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

Qingyun firmly believed that the little Qilin would be taught a lesson when he returned.

How could you ask someone such a difficult question? Qingyun couldn't help pouting when she thought of this. She was really generous. She really liked Xiao Qilin.

August 6th is the birthday of Zhou Ziheng, the second young master of the Zhou family, and many people were invited to attend.

Fu Shengyu also received the invitation, but unfortunately he couldn't go due to something, so he asked Wen Geyin to take Qingyun with him.

Zhou Ziheng had a great birthday, everything went smoothly and prosperously, Qingyun was a little envious.

"Brother Ayin, when is Qingyun's birthday?" Qingyun wanted her family and friends to be around her on her birthday, and to eat a bowl of hot longevity noodles with a poached egg. It would be best if she had a piece of sweet cake, and everyone would sincerely wish her health and happiness.

Only such a birthday can make her feel that her birth is expected and that she is loved.

Wen Geyin pondered for a moment. He didn't know Qingyun's birthday, but he felt that Qingyun's birthday should be explained by her biological father.

"I'll take you to find your father and we'll ask him." Wen Geyin pulled Qingyun to the office building in front to find Fu Shengyu.

Fu Shengyu put down the pen in his hand and looked at Wen Geyin who was striding towards him as if he was coming to call him to account.

"what happened?"

"When is Qingyun's birthday? If it's coming soon we should start preparing." Wen Geyin's tone was not very good, but because Qingyun was watching beside him, he controlled his tone and asked as calmly as possible.

"I haven't found out about the hospital yet. The person who first saw her with the baby said that she gave birth in the fall, but I don't know the exact time yet."

Hearing this, Wen Geyin's blood boiled instantly. Fortunately, he still had reason and lowered his voice and said, "Don't you know when you fell asleep?"

Fu Shengyu frowned, he was a little speechless, "But it doesn't necessarily mean it's exactly one month."

Wen Geyin thought about it and thought it made sense, "Hurry up, Qingyun has asked."

"You don't want your daughter to always watch other people celebrate their birthdays, do you?"

Fu Shengyu was silent for a moment, "Qingyun is lucky to have an elder like you. I will talk to Qingyun alone about the rest."

Wen Geyin took a deep breath and felt the fire in his heart subside. He looked at Fu Shengyu deeply and said, "Fu Shengyu, I believe you now."

After saying that, Wen Geyin bent down, touched Qingyun's head, pushed her towards Fu Shengyu, turned around and walked out.

"Brother Ayin is unhappy." Qingyun looked at the closed door with a bit of surprise. Was it because her request was too excessive?

"Because Brother Yin feels that father doesn't care about you very much and is not a good person." Fu Shengyu held Qingyun on his lap and sat him down.

"If a person does not respect his parents, care about his children, and love his siblings for no reason, then the future will stay away from him."

"But my father is very good to Qingyun." Qingyun wanted to cry. She had lost a lot of contact with her family before, and the occasional words she heard from her friends in her hometown were all accusations against her.

"But father didn't do a good job on your birthday." Fu Shengyu sighed, "I don't know where your mother gave birth to you, and I can't find out the time."

Qingyun was silent for a while. She had some impression of that woman. She was mean and cold, and didn't care about her at all, but she raised her in such a chaotic place.

A large part of the emotional entanglement between parents and children lies in the fact that children know very clearly that their parents do not love them, but they have no choice but to accept the reality that they have grown up and they still love their parents in their hearts.

"Now you have two choices. Either you regard the day when Qingyun returns home for the first time as your birthday, or Qingyun chooses a favorite day as his birthday."

This was the solution Fu Shengyu came up with after thinking for a long time. "Of course, if we find out Qingyun's real birthday in the future, we can celebrate his birthday twice."

The day he first returned home was also the day the woman died. Qingyun felt that it was not appropriate to celebrate her birthday on this day. Even if she was in a miserable state, celebrating on this day would be disrespectful to her mother's pain of giving birth to her.

No one asked for the child's consent when he came into this world. Qingyun resented his mother's constant scolding, his parents' indifference, their vicious words, and the many grievances and pains.

But in the occasional little beauties in life, she has felt joy and happiness. The only thing she doesn't blame is the moment her mother gave birth to her.

Who can clearly judge what is right and wrong in this world? It is all painful self-affirmation and accusation.

"The day my father said he would raise Qingyun was Qingyun's birthday." Qingyun tried to speak in a cheerful tone.

She didn't want to assume anything malicious about a mother. She felt that if everything went well for the mother, she wouldn't treat her child like this after carrying him for ten months.

When her painful life comes to an end, will she feel comforted and relieved that her daughter has a new life?

Qingyun didn’t know, but she hoped that this was what the mother she had been taught for more than a decade would do, and this was also what the mother in her stereotyped requirements would do.

That is it, keep this beautiful fantasy, so that she can believe in her life that her mother also loved her.

If everything goes well, everyone will be kind and benevolent.

Just like she is now, well-fed and warmly clothed, has no worries about food and clothing, a loving father, and everything goes well, so she can be kind and calm, and forgive the many injustices done to her.

"Okay, then Qingyun will celebrate his birthday on November 12." Fu Shengyu was in a good mood after solving this problem, and asked again: "But doesn't Qingyun dislike winter?"

"Spring comes after winter." Qingyun turned to look at Fu Shengyu and said, "Snowball fights in winter are also fun."

"Yes, that's great, Qingyun." Fu Shengyu hugged Qingyun a little tighter. He felt very satisfied. His body was no longer cold in winter, but he still couldn't help feeling cold in his heart.

Now Qingyun doesn’t feel winter is cold anymore. She is so young. When she grows up, she will forget all the bad things in the past. That’s great.

Qingyun could feel Fu Shengyu's relaxation and happiness. She was quietly held in Fu Shengyu's arms. She glanced and saw the stack of papers on the table.

She calmly looked at it for a few more times. It was an agreement. The front of it stated that Fu Shengyu and Wen Geyin would cooperate with the Jingzhou Medical and Health Department to develop a new anti-inflammatory drug. Both parties needed to draft a confidentiality agreement and were willing to sell it according to the national price.

However, they demanded a reduction in taxes, and at the same time, the Fufengbao Medical Research Institute requested cooperation with the medical department of Jingzhou University.

Qingyun at the back hadn't seen it yet, but she saw that Fu Shengyu had written on it that he was willing to donate 30% of his money to the national medical and health cause free of charge.

This new research and development has suffered a loss. The donation must go to Fu Shengyu for 20% and Wen Geyin for 10%. The research and development funds are not small. If this continues, it will probably take five years for Fufeng Fort to make a profit.

If it were something else, the cost would have increased several times in five years, but if we could connect to Jingzhou, Fufeng Fort's position would be more stable.

After this is approved, there will not be much liquid funds left in Fufeng Fort, and Fu Shengyu will have to go back to the business of stealing other people's assets. It makes money quickly but the risk factor is too high.

As a kid, you have to do things in a roundabout way. I just hope that Chang Jin's new book will catch the eye of screenwriter Sun, and it would be best if it can be made into a movie with General Wu as well.