Chapter Eight: How Did the Staircase Get Handrails?

g the man's shirt, letting out soft, kitten-like whimpers.The man finally moved his lips away, and as she gasped for breath, a wave of heat suddenly surged through her chest."Mmm…"Her hands cupped the...The Fu Group.

The President's Office.

The man sat upright on a spacious leather sofa, listening intently to his assistant Zhao Jin's work report and tomorrow's schedule. After that, he instructed in a deep voice, "Contact Principal Sun of Beihua University. I want to arrange for someone to enroll in the new semester."

North China College is a top-tier institution of higher learning in Hua Guo. It's not easy to get into, as it only admits 100 freshmen each year. Besides those admitted through recommendations for outstanding students, the only way to get in is by taking an entrance exam.

However, as Fu Lingxiao, getting someone in would be a simple matter of words. Moreover, the entire new campus of Beihua Academy was built by him, and his name still appears periodically in the school magazine.

Zhao Jin was a little curious about who his boss wanted to send to Beihua, but after working by Fu Lingxiao's side for a long time, his professional ethics had reached a high level. Whatever his boss said, he did. He wouldn't ask what he shouldn't.

Respectfully replied, "Yes, General Fu."

"Go buy a new phone, get a SIM card at the same time, and then install an app on your phone to connect to my backup device."

Fu Lingxiao took out a spare phone from the drawer and handed it to Zhao Jin, "Give it back to me before you get off work."

"I'll go take care of it right away."

Zhao Jin took the phone and quickly exited the office.

In less than an hour, he came back with a bag, extremely efficient.

"Mr. Fu, here is the phone you requested."

Zhao Jin placed the bag with his phone and a spare phone on his desk.

"As instructed, I have installed a program that connects to your phone. All information on this phone will be displayed in real time in the receiving program on your phone. You just need to open the software to view it."

Fu Lingxiao took out his phone and glanced at it, giving a satisfied hum. He put down his phone and continued working.

Mù Xīng was woken up by a knock at the door.

When he woke up, it was already dark outside, and the room was pitch black. Wu Guanjia's voice came from outside the door: "Mu Xing, dinner is ready."

"I'm coming right away!"

Mu Xing turned on the light and ran to the bathroom to wash her face quickly. She then hurried downstairs.

Just as Fu Lingxiao finished work and returned home, he saw the little girl bouncing down the stairs, just like a free-spirited deer in the forest, innocent and full of vitality. She filled the entire villa with warmth and cheerfulness.

"Little uncle, you're back!"

Mu Xing saw Fu Lingxiao and ran toward him. Her foot slipped on the stairs, her small body tilted downwards, and she was about to fall down the stairs.

Fu Lingxiao didn't even think, taking a few steps forward and reaching out to take it.

At this very moment, Butler Wu happened to see it. He widened his eyes in disbelief. Was this still the young master who was always so physically intimate with others He was actually taking the initiative to hug someone else

If he told the old madam, he wasn't sure if she would believe him.

He quickly ducked into a corner, pulling out his phone and opening the recording function, waiting to capture this historic moment.

However, Mu Xing didn't really fall down. She did a spin and grabbed the handrail, regaining her balance.

Fu Lingxiao's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, a flash of embarrassment crossing his eyes.

He suddenly didn't quite understand why he had come to pick up this little girl.

Wu the housekeeper shook his head in disappointment, "Oh well, what a shame. A perfectly good staircase, and now it has handrails!"

Fu Lingxiao was stunned for a moment, but Mu Xing had already run to him, tilting her head in confusion, "Uncle Xiao, what's wrong with you"

Fu Lingxiao withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and with the other hand holding the bag, he handed it to Mu Xing. "Take it."

Mu Xing took the bag, honestly and dutifully carrying it.

"Why don't we open it and take a look"

"Is this for me"

Mu Xing was pleasantly surprised. She opened the bag and her eyes widened immediately, "Wow! A phone!"

She begged her master for a long time, but the master refused to buy it for her.

She carefully took it out and examined the box from left to right, her brows furrowed suddenly, "This must be very expensive, right"

Just the packaging made it look like something she couldn't afford.

Fu Lingxiao saw the girl's worry at a glance and said lightly, "It was given to me by a client, I don't need it, just give it to you, the card is already set up."

"Thank you, little uncle."

Mu Xing didn't refuse, she really did need a phone right now, but she couldn't accept such an expensive gift for nothing.

After a moment of thought, he said, "Uncle, there's an old saying: 'You give, and I receive.' But right now, I don't have anything to offer you. How about I give you an extra month of lessons for free"

Fu Lingxiao nodded, "As you say."

When the two had finished talking, the melon-eating crowd, Wu Guanjia, came out from the corner, "Young Master, dinner is ready."

Fu Lingxiao let out a sigh and walked upstairs.

Mu Xing looked at Fu Lingxiao with confusion and asked Wu Butler, "Isn't it time for dinner Why did my little uncle go upstairs"

"Go home and take a shower first, that's the young master's habit, just wait a moment."

Wu Guantao explained.

Mu Xing nodded and, while Fu Lingxiao took a shower, she took out her phone and started to study it.

When Fu Lingxiao went downstairs again, he was wearing a black home suit, slippers on his feet, his short hair half-dry, with an elegant nobility in his casualness.

In the living room, the little girl was hunched over her phone, playing with it intently. Sometimes she would frown, and other times she would smile triumphantly, looking very focused.

He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his lips, a faint smile flitting across his face before vanishing in an instant.

"Will you use it"

He opened his mouth and spoke.

Mu Xing raised her head at the sound and met the man's deep, dark eyes. She smiled sweetly: "I've basically learned it. I'm setting up my WeChat profile picture. I found two especially good-looking pictures and I'm a bit conflicted about which one to use."

"Uncle, which one do you think I should use This one or this one"

Mu Xing held up her phone, scrolling through pictures for Fu Lingxiao to see.

One is a white rabbit riding on a turtle, the other… is still a white rabbit riding on a turtle.

The man's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, "What's the difference between these two"

And what kind of aesthetic does this girl have, why would she think these pictures are pretty

“There’s a difference,” Mu Xing pointed at the second picture of the white rabbit. “This one has a carrot in its hand, but that one doesn’t.”

“......”

Fu Lingxiao couldn't help but rub his forehead, letting out a sigh of resignation. He compromised and pointed to one, "Just this one."

"Uncle, you have good taste, I think this one is prettier too!"

Mu Xing unhesitatingly set up the carrot-wielding white rabbit.

Fu Lingxiao : “...”

I first discovered that even impressive things can sound unpleasant.

After setting up her profile picture, Mu Xing asked again, "Uncle Xiao, what's your WeChat ID I want to add you."

Fu Lingxiao quickly reported a string of phone numbers. The little girl's small claws tapped on her phone, "Little uncle, I've added you, please pass it through."

Fu Lingxiao took out his phone. Sure enough, there was a friend verification message on WeChat. This little girl's hearing was really perfect. With his fast speech, she could even remember every word without missing a single one.

His gaze fell on the WeChat profile picture, and he frowned again. It was really ugly.

Clicking through, he turned and walked toward the dining room, "Dinner."

Mu Xing put away her phone and followed Fu Lingxiao into the dining room.

The long dining table was laden with dishes, an enticing array of colors, aromas, and flavors that made Mu Xing's mouth water. However, seeing only Fu Lingxiao seated at the table, while Butler Wu and the rest of the servants stood stiffly beside him, she could only follow suit and stand there.the petite figure appeared.She flew again, kicking one bodyguard in the chest. The bodyguard went flying into the fountain, splashing water everywhere.The girl looked at his disheveled appearance, her...