Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 427: 423: The Sour Rotten Smell of Love Everywhere

Chapter 427: 423: The Sour Rotten Smell of Love Everywhere

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And so, a few years after putting down her designing pen, Richelle Dunn picked it up again, and the first draft she created received high praise from Party A’s father.

Party A’s Dad, who should have been extremely picky and dissatisfied, surprisingly said the draft was approved without a single revision after he saw it.

However, Richelle Dunn has always been a person with high self-requirements and the pursuit of perfection.

Even though Party A’s Dad repeatedly emphasized that this draft could compete for an international award, she continued to work hard for a few more days, making modifications and improvements to some parts she felt were not satisfactory.

The result, of course, made Party A’s Dad even more satisfied.

Right away, he doubled Richelle’s wage from his own pocket.

When Richelle Dunn received the check for the doubled salary from Party A’s Dad, she laughed heartily, handed the check to her three children, and cheerfully said.

“Babies, go and buy candy to eat!”

The three little ones had no idea they were being used as tools for their parents to show their affection, so they squeezed together, excitedly looking at the check.

Ugh, the smell of love is everywhere in this house!

Timothy waved the check in his hand, “Mommy, this isn’t for buying candy, is it? It’s for us to buy a candy factory, right?”

Timmy added, “Not only that, after buying the candy factory, there’s still enough money left to buy a trainload of dog food!”

Tiffany also chimed in with a grin, “That’s right, if we eat so sweet and full every day, we’ll have indigestion, Mommy!”

Richelle was used to her children’s teasing, so she hugged their faces and kissed them.

“It’s okay, your Mommy is a great doctor, specializing in treating indigestion and acclimatization!”

Timothy blinked his eyes, “Can you treat eye problems too?”

Last night, he suddenly woke up hungry around eleven o’clock,

so he got up, planning to go downstairs for a glass of milk or to find some snacks to eat.

However, as soon as he reached the middle of the stairs, he saw his dad lying on the sofa, seemingly doing push-ups.

Timothy was curious, wondering why his dad was acting so strangely – he could’ve exercised in the gym, so why did he move to the sofa?

Then, he noticed a large amount of wavy, long hair spread over the sofa under his dad’s shoulders.

Timothy’s eyes widened, and he quickly realized what was going on.

Their daddy downstairs was engaged in some major human harmony exercise.

He covered his mouth, hurriedly turned around, tiptoed back to his bedroom, and spent the entire night with a growling stomach.

First thing in the morning, he asked Grandpa Axel to put a fridge on the second floor, with milk, snacks, and fruits inside.

Uncle Axel found this odd, “Timmy, don’t you kids usually just run downstairs to grab food?”

Timothy touched his stomach, “Oh, Grandpa Axel, we’ve got so much homework to do now. If we can just grab food when we get hungry, won’t that save time?”

Timmy looked at his brother deeply and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, Grandpa Axel, I also think it’s convenient to have a fridge upstairs.”

The two brothers exchanged glances, and each understood the meaning behind the other’s eyes.

“You saw it?”

“Yeah, I saw it. Scared me to death!”

“Okay, just go back to your room when you see it, and keep quiet.”

“Yeah, I know. Haha, big brother, do you think we’re going to have another brother or sister?”

“No more, please…”

After a moment of eye contact, the brothers had enough drama to perform in a big show.

Richelle, however, had no idea that her sons had experienced such a visual shock, thinking that he really had eye discomfort. She got closer, held Timothy’s face, and examined it carefully.

“Your eyes are uncomfortable? What kind of discomfort? Dryness? Pain?”

Timothy blinked hard at her, “Um… it feels swollen…”

Richelle had him stick out his tongue and checked it, then asked Timmy and Tiffany to do the same, before turning to Uncle Axel and giving orders.

“Uncle Axel, please make them some chrysanthemum tea later. They all have some liver fire.”

After saying that, she turned back to her tasks.

Timothy thought his mother was just teasing them, but as soon as her figure disappeared down the hallway, he quickly pulled Timmy’s hand. “Big brother, can you check if we really have liver fire?”

Timmy took a serious look and indeed, they did.

“Little brother, you better go to bed early these days.”

Timothy also glanced at him, “Big brother, you should also go to bed early.”

Then, the two brothers looked at their sister and thought about her recent hard work in practice, deciding not to say anything. They each took one of her hands and gently massaged them.

“Little sister, how’s your piano practice going?”

Tiffany tilted her head and looked at Timothy, “It’s going pretty well. Mommy said that if this performance is successful, I might be able to find a really great teacher.”

Tiffany’s current piano teacher was also renowned.

But there are always higher mountains and more talented people.

Richelle hoped that the concert, in addition to giving her beloved daughter an opportunity to showcase herself, would also serve as a medium for her to meet more outstanding pianists.

Timmy was rubbing her fingertips, “Our little sister is so talented that once her piano music starts playing, it will definitely attract a crowd of pianists to watch. I’m just worried that others might fight over her, right, little brother?”

Timothy nodded, “Yeah, just like how Grandma and Step-Grandma almost fought over big brother.”

The little girl laughed merrily as her two brothers teased her!