RPAGF Chapter 475 Wang Aihua is moved by the scene
Chapter 475 Wang Aihua is moved by the scene
After hearing this, Si Han felt that Wang Aihua was right, so he said, "If you don't want money, then double your salary. If your child graduates from college, come and work at Fu's Company!
After hearing this, Wang Aihua said excitedly, "Mr. Fu, you and your wife are so good to me. After I divorced my ex-husband, my daughter stayed at his house. I only discovered my son was a monster after the divorce. I knew that once I told my ex-husband about my son, the child would be taken away. I have been hiding for so many years and finally raised the child. But I don’t have the ability to send the child to school. Mr. Fu, it is you who gave me the opportunity and let me have no worries. Don’t worry, I will take very good care of your wife. Let’s go see your wife together!"
At this time, I was lying in bed, bored. Postpartum care is really hard! I couldn't do anything. Suddenly, the baby started crying non-stop. I wanted to hold her, but I saw that the baby was too small. I didn't dare to hold her because the wound hurt again!
At this time, Fu Yitian came to my side and asked anxiously: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Is your wound hurting again? I'll go call Dad!"
Fu Yitian was like a frightened little rabbit, with her skirt flying as she pounced on Fu Sihan's legs: "Dad! Mom's wound hurts, and my sister has been crying!" She tilted her red face up, her eyes filled with tears, and the ends of her hair were still stained with grass clippings from playing in the garden.
Fu Sihan's face tensed instantly, the hem of his suit whipping up a gust of air as he rushed towards the master bedroom. Wang Aihua trotted after him, her rough hands clutching the corner of her apron. Mr. Fu was usually a workaholic, always wielding drastic measures, but this was the first time she'd seen him so frantic. It seemed the president's wife had captured his heart.
When the carved wooden door opened, you were half-supported, sweat dripping from your forehead. Your postpartum wound burned like fire, while the baby in your arms cried, its face flushed red, its hands waving wildly in the air. Hearing the noise, I saw Fu Sihan's anxious expression and quickly said awkwardly, "Sihan, I..."
Before he could finish his words, Fu Sihan had already half-knelt beside the bed, his large hand carefully protecting my lower back, letting me lean back against the soft goose down pillow. He reached out to embrace his daughter, but stopped mid-air—the newborn's wrinkled face was no bigger than his palm, and her tender skin seemed like it would break at the slightest touch. This man, a man who had been so influential in the business world, was now so nervous that his Adam's apple rolled over, and he stood there awkwardly, at a loss for what to do.
"Let me do it." Wang Aihua tiptoed over, her hands surprisingly gentle despite years of hard work. She unwrapped the baby's swaddling clothes with a smooth, flowing motion. Suddenly, she cried out, "Baby, you've wet your pants! It's time to change your diaper!" She began to carry the child to the nursery.
I saw Wang Aihua coming and asked in surprise, "Why are you here? Did Sihan bring you here to take care of me during my confinement? He's so thoughtful. But please take care of me during my confinement, too."
Wang Aihua waved her hands hurriedly, rubbing her calloused hands on her apron, as if to wipe away the awkwardness in her palms: "Young Madam, you are really embarrassing me!" She hunched her back, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes piled up into folds due to anxiety. "Come to think of it, Madam, you are foresighted. You actually came to the company to work as a cleaner, just to see which woman wants to seduce President Fu. I don't know your identity.
Wang Aihua's voice was hoarse with age as she slowly revealed the past: "That day at the housekeeping agency in the urban village, you were wearing an ordinary white T-shirt and jeans, your hair casually tied into a ponytail, your eyes sparkling when you spoke, and you had no airs at all. I saw you saying you had five children to raise, and you were holding discounted vegetables in your hands, so I thought you were living a tight life." She paused, her rough fingers unconsciously tugging at the edge of her apron, "I advised you to take on some cleaning work, saying that at least it would make some extra money. Who would have thought that you would be the envied young lady of the Fu family!"
At this point, Wang Aihua's expression suddenly became solemn, and she lowered her voice and said, "But who could have expected that the quiet-looking Li Jingyi would actually want to seduce President Fu!" She recalled the day of the incident, when Li Jingyi sneaked into the president's office with a cup of coffee. "I saw her pouring a strange powder into the cup in the tea room. Her eyes were evasive, and there was something wrong at first glance." The old man clenched his fists, his joints turning white from the force. "I'm just a nanny, my words are not influential, and no one would believe me if I called the police. After thinking about it, I was just complaining to you."
"I don't know why you were so panicked. Was it for Mr. Fu's happiness? Without a word, without even taking off your mask, you rushed into Mr. Fu's office. You forcibly took the unconscious Mr. Fu out of the company. Didn't you see Li Jingyi running away in anger at that moment?
I chuckled after hearing this and said, "I was so bored at home that I thought I'd become a cleaner to see if there were any people who took advantage of others' power. If there were, I would have asked Fu Sihan to fire them. But unexpectedly, the person who took advantage of others' power didn't see it, but instead saw that Li Jingyi was trying to replace me. If you hadn't informed me in time, I'm afraid that woman would have succeeded."
At this moment, the sudden cry of the baby in her arms made the air tense in an instant. Wang Aihua hurriedly stood up: "Are you hungry, little miss? I'll go make milk powder!" She quickly came to the table and started to operate skillfully.
Wang Aihua's movements were as swift as a bow strung to a full string. The stainless steel can of formula powder made a crisp click as it unscrewed in her palm. I watched as she poured 45-degree warm water into the bottle, dropping three spoonfuls of formula precisely to the mark. A flick of her wrist sent tiny bubbles billowing through the milk. Her dexterity was as if she had received professional training.
"Mrs. Fu, do you think this temperature is right?" She pressed the bottle against the inside of her wrist to test the temperature, her eyes constantly glancing at the crying baby. I reached out to take the bottle. My daughter's face, puckered up like a little dumpling, instantly turned toward the heat source, her tender lips eagerly searching for the pacifier. The sight of her crying suddenly stopping was heartwarming.
When Wang Aihua looked at the baby in front of her, she immediately thought of her poor daughter. Ever since she divorced her father, she was turned away every time she wanted to see her daughter. She didn't know where her daughter was or whether she was married.
Wang Aihua watched the baby sucking on the pacifier, and her throat felt like it was stuffed with a ball of wet cotton. Her daughter was like this when she was two years old, always grabbing the corner of her clothes and biting her wrist with her little mouth, which had not yet grown all her baby teeth, leaving a red circle, and then giggling and burrowing into her arms. But after the divorce, her ex-husband took the child away and didn't let her see the child. She didn't know what happened to the child. Later, she married the honest Mr. Chen. Although they were poor, he was very good to her. It was just that the family couldn't make ends meet with their son's schooling. Now she met Mr. Fu, she was really lucky.
Wang Aihua squatted down, her fingertips hovering over the edge of the stroller, hesitant to let go, as if touching this delicate little life would awaken the softest pain deep in her memory. The sound of her daughter crying when she left was still lingering in her ears.
I could tell something was amiss with Wang Aihua. Could it be that my child had brought back memories of her? It seemed Wang Aihua must have something unknown. I wouldn't ask. As long as she behaved honestly, that would be all.