Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Richelle Dunn was “escorted” out the door by the housekeeper, head down and in a daze, walking forward. A black car honked several times as it drove straight towards her. She stumbled to the side but didn’t even glance at the car, continuing to walk forward with a blank expression.

The driver stuck his head out and cursed, “Damn it, are you blind? If you want to die, don’t drag me into it!”

There was a beautiful woman in the car who, fearing being involved, quickly told the driver to stop and got out of the car.

The phone rang, and the woman answered impatiently as she walked.

“Mom, can you not be so annoying? I know what you’ve told me, and I’ll coax him!”

“Fine! Fine! Fine! I won’t scold him anymore, I’ll treat him like an ancestor and pamper him, okay?”

It was none other than Kiara Dunn. She hung up the phone feeling annoyed, and as she glanced over to the side, she noticed a figure about a dozen meters away. She paused in surprise.

What the hell? That figure looks a bit like Richelle Dunn?

Kiara shook her head vigorously, dismissing the thought. How could it be? That bitch had already been dead for five years!

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and rang the doorbell at the Lewis residence.

Inside, Roy Lewis had just finished watching his beloved son go downstairs, and when he saw Kiara walk in, his face darkened.

“Timmy came back sulking. What did you say to him?”

Kiara feigned innocence, twisting the tassels of her dress helplessly, “I didn’t say anything. I love him so much that it’s impossible for me not to spoil him. It’s just that he saw other children having both their dad and mom, as well as brothers and sisters to play with, but he’s all alone…”

As she spoke, she saw that Roy didn’t seem to mind, so she courageously continued.

“I think he wants to be like other children, having a dad and mom, and also brothers and sisters to play with…”

All this while, Roy had treated Kiara politely for their son’s sake, but now he had an important client to meet and couldn’t waste time listening to her nonsense.

“Kiara Dunn, if you want money, you can have it. But as for anything else, forget it!”

Impatiently, Roy left the words behind, took the bag Uncle Axel handed him, and hurried out the door.

Kiara’s face turned pale after being snubbed by Roy. Upset, she went upstairs to find her “son.”

“Timmy, open the door! Mommy misses you, and I even bought your favorite gift! It’s a limited edition from all around the world…”

She knocked on the playroom door, forcibly holding in her resentment and speaking softly to coax the little ancestor inside.

The door clicked open, and young Mr. Lewis stood there with his hand on the door, looking up at Kiara with disdain.

“Miss me?”

He took two steps forward and suddenly kicked towards Kiara’s knee without warning.

“You want my dad!”

Kiara’s face darkened, but she remembered the words her mother had specifically mentioned on the phone, gritted her teeth, and squatted down with a smile. She stretched out her hand, trying to touch the young master’s head to appease him.

Young Mr. Lewis turned his head to the side, avoiding her hand with a disgusted expression, “Your hands are dirty, don’t touch me!”

Kiara was also a pampered young lady who had been spoiled since childhood. Having been snubbed by Roy and kicked by the young master, she could no longer restrain herself. She grabbed his arm, lifted him up, and quickly dashed into the playroom, slamming the door and locking it behind her.

“Ugly woman, let go of me!”

Young Mr. Lewis struggled with all his might, punching and kicking at Kiara.

Despite his skills in martial arts, he was no match for Kiara in terms of physique and strength.

Kiara had nowhere to vent her anger, so she threw him face down onto the sofa, pressing her foot against his thigh and her hand on his back, before slapping his bottom repeatedly.

“Yes, I want your dad. Otherwise, where would you come from? But you’ve been useless for years and haven’t gotten your dad to marry me. What good are you?”

Although young Mr. Lewis was pinned down on the sofa, he showed no signs of yielding. He propped himself up and turned his fierce face towards Kiara, spitting a mouthful of saliva at her.

“Evil woman, do you think I’ll help you? Dream on! You’re ugly and mean, even if dad went blind, he wouldn’t look twice at you!”

…

At the Lewis residence, a “mother-son” battle was unfolding, while Richelle Dunn had returned to her residence, distraught.

As she opened the door, two small meatballs flew towards her like bullets.

“Mommy, you’re back!” Her son Timothy Dunn, dressed in a tiger onesie, grinned and hugged her waist.