CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 457: IT’S NOT BECAUSE OF YOU, IS IT?

Qi Ming went to the outskirts today to shoot a music video for his new album. When he came back, he didn’t want to trouble himself further, so he returned to the nearer Lake Heart Villa. Upon arriving home, Fu Qiang found Qi Ming lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, playing video games.

"What the hell is up with these demonic teammates, they’re so damn bad—Holy shit! Who the hell is that?"

Qi Ming was cursing at his teammates when someone unexpectedly slapped his arm, causing him to lose his grip on his phone. It fell onto his face, hitting his nose and immediately drawing tears from the pain.

Cursing in irritation, he sat up from the sofa only to be shocked by the sight of his mother’s smiling yet not smiling face, taking a while to come to his senses.

"—Mom?" he called tentatively.

"Wow, you can still recognize that I’m your mom?"

"I’m about to forget soon...." Qi Ming looked at Fu Qiang in grievance, "You do the math, it’s been so long since I last saw you and dad."

If Qi Ming counted correctly, the last time he saw his mother, who stood before him now, was during the New Year. For the past half a year, besides seeing the travel photos his biological parents posted on their social media, he hadn’t even received a single video call.

Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao had their engagement party that day, and she rushed back home. Once the engagement banquet was over, she left in a hurry to take care of his dad, who had an acute gastroenteritis due to dietary negligence.

And on that day, Qi Ming also had a big fallout with Wen Qiao, ending up sleeping in the bathtub for the entire engagement banquet, failing to exchange a single word with his mother, let alone see her in person.

And Fu Qiang didn’t even bother to look for him.

Qi Ming always felt that his birth was an accident, and that his mother must have kept him out of a momentary soft-heartedness. Otherwise, he feared he might have been reincarnated into another family by now.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat?" Fu Qiang said with righteous indignation, "I post on social media every day, are you blind?"

"......"

"Don’t put on that pitiful look, don’t think I don’t know, you’d be overjoyed if me and your dad never came back. With your little uncle busy at work and not bothering you, you’re running wild at home, happy as can be."

"......"

Qi Ming smacked his lips and dropped the abandoned orphan act, "Mom, it’s not nice to speak so harshly."

Fu Qiang smiled tenderly and asked him, "I have harsher words, want to hear them?"

"......No thanks, no need."

Fu Qiang then ordered Qi Ming, "Get me a glass of water. I haven’t even had time for a sip since getting off the plane."

"Why don’t you pour it yourself? How big are you to still need—" Qi Ming immediately sprang up from the sofa when he saw Fu Qiang’s narrowing eyes: "I’ll get it right away for you. Do you want it hot, cold, or warm?"

"Cold, I need to cool down right now."

"Alright then."

With that, Qi Ming jogged to the kitchen and, when he came out with the glass of water, Fu Qiang was sitting on the sofa playing a game on his phone.

His teammates were not up to the task, and he couldn’t carry the entire game by himself—this round was a sure loss, but Qi Ming didn’t really mind.

He looked over Fu Qiang’s shoulder at her gameplay and shook his head.

Thank goodness his mom wasn’t from this era, not addicted to gaming; otherwise, with her level of skill, she could have easily infuriated her teammates to the heavens.

Qi Ming placed the water on the coffee table and casually asked, "What’s got you so heated?"

"I went to see your little uncle." Fu Qiang kept her eyes glued to the screen, tilting her head slightly towards him, "Water."