Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Timothy’s crying and fussing immediately silenced the old man, and he dared not mention anything about matchmaking anymore.

The old man was secretly annoyed. How could he have forgotten that his great-grandson is so smart and would surely understand that if he found a wife, he would have younger siblings later.

With a temperament like the great-grandson’s, it was not easy for him to accept others easily.

Seeing the great-grandson’s red nose and little shoulders shrugging pitifully as he cried, the old man’s heart shattered. He took out a tissue to wipe the tears and nose, apologizing as he did so.

“Alright, it’s Grandpa Clarkson’s fault, I apologize, okay?”

Timothy glanced at him under his heavy eyelids, sniffed and cried a few more times before asking haltingly, “So…Grandpa Clarkson…you’re not looking for a wife for Daddy anymore?”

Seeing the pitiful look of his great-grandson, the old man would have been willing to do anything, let alone something else!

“No more, no more. Unless you and your Daddy want to, how about that?”

Timothy sneaked another glance at his Daddy, seeing his usual indifferent expression, wondering what his Dad meant.

Could it be that he really wanted to find a wife?

Or had he already found one?

No, he’d have to discuss some countermeasures with his brother tomorrow!

Roy watched as his beloved son easily resolved the nearly week-long problem over a bowl of sugar water and couldn’t help but give his son ten thousand thumbs up.

However, he couldn’t show these emotions in front of the old man, or the old man would think that they were ganging up against him.

Having received Grandpa Clarkson’s assurances, Timothy quickly returned to his lively, chatty self, amusing the old man to no end.

Still, Grandpa Clarkson’s conscience ached when he saw his great-grandson’s red, swollen eyes and heard his hoarse voice.

Forget it, grandchildren have their own paths. What could he expect by finding more wives? Could he really hope for more intelligent and empathetic treasures like his beloved great-grandson?

Unlikely!

When Roy returned, he didn’t say much, but he didn’t feel bored or awkward. On the contrary, he enjoyed this quiet time immensely. Even though he didn’t interject much and just held a cup of hot tea, listening to the little one chat with the old man about anything and everything was still very enjoyable.

However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his son’s crying act just now was a combination of Timothy and Tiffany’s antics.

Perhaps it was because the children got along so well that their behaviors rubbed off on each other.

After dinner, father and son stayed at the mansion until after nine o’clock.

Although the old man wanted them to stay overnight, Roy declined, thinking of the acupuncture appointment he had the next day.

Timothy usually went to bed around nine o’clock at home, but today he was excited about meeting his great-grandfather and seeing his huge house. He chatted with Roy enthusiastically during the car ride home.

It wasn’t until they were almost home that he couldn’t help but fall asleep in Roy’s arms.

When they got home, Roy carefully carried him out of the car.

Timothy opened his eyes groggily and looked at Roy, mumbling unclearly.

“Uncle?”

Roy frowned, “Uncle? Which uncle?”

Timothy rubbed his eyes, his mind clearing a little bit.

“Daddy!”

Roy touched his son’s head, which was wearing a reversed baseball cap, and asked, “Why do you suddenly like to wear hats?”

In his memory, his son had never liked wearing hats. When he was younger, he would always remove the woolen hats he had to wear in the cold weather.

“It’s cool!”

Timothy’s reason sounded similar to Timmy, so Roy didn’t question further.

When Timothy was brought back to the inner room, Uncle Axel took the large pile of stuff that the old man had given him.

Uncle Axel was full of praise for Timothy, “Young Master, Grandpa Axel heard that you made the old man very happy today!”

Timmy wondered how cool his brother was that everybody treated him giving flowers to his great-grandfather as such big news.

How could Timothy know that his real brother was known for his cold, stern face, and to see him give flowers would be an unthinkable event?

Don’t even think about it!

Roy took the bouquet from the driver and handed it to Uncle Axel.

“I have one too!”

Uncle Axel looked envious, “Wow, Young Master, you know how to show love to people now!”

Timothy couldn’t help but mentally criticize his brother again but maintained a smile on his face, holding Uncle Axel’s hand.

“Grandpa Axel, I didn’t have enough money today, so I’ll buy a bouquet for you and Mrs. Collins tomorrow!”

Uncle Axel was delighted.

“Really, Grandpa Axel gets a share too…”

“Of course! You guys love me so much!”

Timothy secretly made a note to remind his brother to buy flowers for Uncle Axel and Mrs. Collins the next day.

It was already past ten o’clock, and Roy told Mrs. Collins to take Timothy to bed. He went to the study to handle some business.

Timothy went back to the bedroom with Mrs. Collins, took a shower by himself, and waited for her to finish tidying up and leave before quickly closing and locking the door. He ran a lap around his brother’s huge room before taking out his phone to call his mommy.

Richelie answered the video call immediately, and her anxious face appeared on the screen.

“Baby, how are you? Are you okay?”

Timothy smiled reassuringly, “I’m fine, see, I’m doing great!”

He held the phone and spun around, “It’s just me in my brother’s room, with the door locked, so it’s very safe!”

At his words, three faces squeezed onto the screen.

Timothy then recounted his crying act from today and the flower purchase with great animation.

At the end, he made a point to remind Timmy.

“Brother, remember to buy flowers for Uncle Axel and Mrs. Collins when you come home tomorrow!”

Timmy nodded as Tiffany looked curious.

“Big brother, is Grandpa Clarkson’s house very big and beautiful?”

Timothy nodded, “It’s big and beautiful! But 1 still like our own home!”

Timothy said it seriously, while Timmy, who had lived among it for over four years, nodded and agreed.

“Right, being big doesn’t mean anything, it’s cold and not fun at all!”

Tiffany was half-convinced, “Big brother, brother, you guys aren’t lying to me?”

Timmy tilted his head and looked at her, “Do you want to go home with Daddy tomorrow?”

Tiffany shook her head, “No, I’m a beautiful girl. It will be troublesome if Daddy finds out.”

The three children chatted and laughed, apparently not thinking the mix-up between Timothy and Timmy was a big deal.

Poor Richelie, the anxious mother, had worried for half a day.

She even thought that if things went wrong, she would take her three precious children and run away!