Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

At home, the children have been in their bedroom for an entire afternoon, their spirits perpetually excited.

At this moment, they are sitting on the carpet, their heads close together, guessing away.

Tiffany counts with her fingers the amount of time her parents have been on their date, “Big brother, brother, daddy and mommy have been on a date for three hours now!”

Timothy pats her head, and specially warns her.

“Silly little sister, when you see daddy and mommy later, don’t let slip anything.”

Tiffany shakes her head like a rattle drum, “No way! Daddy and mommy went to buy books!”

Timmy and Timothy exchange a look, “Little brother, do you think, that daddy will seize this opportunity?”

Timmy is extremely worried for dear old dad, wishing that daddy could coax mommy into coming home in just one afternoon.

Timothy doesn’t understand daddy as well as big brother does, but he understands mommy more than big brother does.

“It’s tough, mommy isn’t easy to please!”

He has seen with his own eyes how mommy turned the men chasing her into good friends, so, if daddy is not diligent enough, he could also end up becoming good buddies with mommy.

Timmy sighs, “Then little brother and sister, you guys also help to think of some strategies, dumb-dumb daddy is not reliable!”

Little does Timmy know, their so-called dumb-dumb Daddy, today, has made significant progress.

The siblings were excited and anxious in turns at home, continuously waiting and waiting, until the skies darken; only then did they hear the sound of a key turning on the front door.

The three little ones all rushed towards the door, Kiki ran out with them as well.

However, the moment Daddy and Mommy Stepped through the front door, they apologized to them.

“Sorry, kiddos, today we had to make an emergency trip to the hospital, so, we didn’t manage to buy the books.”

As the representative, Richelle explains and apologizes to the three children.

Anticipating that the children would be disappointed and unhappy, instead, the children were actually laughing and shaking their heads together, saying unanimously.

“It’s all right, you can buy it tomorrow as well!”

Richelle and Roy exchanged a glance, somewhat unable to fathom what the children were plotting.

When they left the house in the afternoon, weren’t they in a hurry?

Now that not a single book was bought back, these little brats didn’t display an ounce of disappointment.

On the contrary, they seemed to be very happy?

Mrs. Walker heard the commotion from the outside and came out too. As she saw them return home, she called for the children to wash their hands and prepare for dinner.

After the children finished washing their hands, Roy also went to the washroom and washed his face.

The washroom in Richelie’s home was connected to the bathroom. After washing his face, Roy immediately noticed three children’s’ towels hanging on the wall, two blue and one pink; clearly, they belonged to the three children.

He grabbed a piece of tissue to wipe off the water on his face and kept his gaze on the three towels while thinking: he should also ask Uncle Axel to prepare a set of toiletries for him tomorrow, just in case of emergencies.

He didn’t even think about how, in the beginning, he despised this small and dilapidated apartment.

But now, he was trying his best to find a place for himself here.

As he walked out of the washroom, he bumped into Richelle who was carrying soup from the kitchen; he immediately changed his mind.

He points to the washroom behind him, “Richelle, do you have a new towel at home? Give me one!”

Roy, as a person, whatever he thought of, he could always say it with confidence.

Additionally, he thinks, it’s just adding a towel, it doesn’t take up much space anyway.

But he never thought that for Richelle, a towel, which is such a personal item, if added, signifies that one more person has become a part of this home.

Richelle was taken aback for a moment, she instinctively wanted to refuse, but Roy added.

“It would be best if it’s the same type as Timmy’s, is there one?”

Because of his additional remark, Richelle put the soup down, turned around, went into the bedroom to search for a bit, then handed him a blue towel, the same style as Timmy, Timothy and Tiffany’s but larger.

Perhaps she couldn’t let the children and their daddy live together.

But hanging his towel with theirs, this could also represent a beautiful remembrance for them!

After the children finished washing their hands, they all sat at the dining table waiting for dinner.

Their sparkling eyes watched as their parents playfully went back and forth, the “Richelle” and “towel” exchange lasted a while. By the time both parents went to the washroom together, the three little rascals couldn’t help but high-five each other in celebration.

However, they didn’t dare make too much noise, they could only whisper in hushed tones.

In the washroom, Richelle held a self-adhesive hook, comparing it to where the children’s towels were hung, and figured that adding another hook at the side might make things a bit crowded.

Moreover, the children are short, their towels are hung low; Roy is tall, so it’s better to hang his towel up high next to hers.

After making up her mind, Richelle tiptoes to stick the hook to the wall, she holds onto the wall with one hand; sideways, she uses the other hand to press the hook down to make it stick harder.

Roy, who had been standing behind her and watching, felt uncomfortable for her seeing her in this situation.

Without a second thought, he reaches out his hand and places it on hers, “I’ll do it!”

Their fingertips touch, and the electric current once again flows from the fingertips.

Richelle was shocked to the core, her heart trembled, and she quickly withdrew her hand. Regardless of what Roy thought, she throws out a “You do it yourself!” and turned around to leave.

Richelle walks away massaging her touched hand; her fingertips were numb and a little hot even now.

Then she heard the children who had grouped their heads together whispering back and forth.

Tiffany says, “Big Brother, Daddy called mommy Richelle.”

Timothy says, “Little sister, don’t exaggerate. In TV shows, they all call each other “darling”.”

Timmy says, “Little brother, our daddy, that big dummy, surely won’t be able to say something so cheesy as “darling”!”

Richelle had a black line on her forehead as she listened; by now, she finally understood the agenda the little scamps had in mind from the afternoon till now.

No wonder, she thought, why were there so many coincidences.

Perhaps, from the roses to the cake, to later brandishing the note and hurrying them to go out shopping for books, all were rotten ideas discussed by these rascals when they were holed up in her room at noon.

This was the first time Richelle was able to sense that the children wanted her and Roy to get together.

Initially, Richelle wanted to rush forward and catch the crafty children red-handed.

But after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.

The children were all too clever, if she exposed them now, these little ones would not only not stop, they would also switch from overt to covert tactics, causing more trouble in secret.

It was better for her to be on guard, after all, she and Roy were two people with completely opposite personalities. Just being co-workers required effort.

But to develop an intimate relationship just as the children hoped, that was nothing more than a pipe dream.

[Doctor Dunn, I hope the face-slapping doesn’t come too fast!]