Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

The much-anticipated Tyrannosaurus World Tour for the children was finally about to begin, and they had been exceptionally excited for the past two days.

Even Richelie Dunn, who was usually so tolerant of the children, found herself suffering from a headache due to their constant wildness. On a couple of occasions, she couldn’t help but have the three mischievous children align themselves on the couch and spanked them a few times with a small ruler as a warning.

However, Mr. Lewis seemed to be quite indulgent of the children’s crazy behavior, not only unaffected by their noisy screaming but also spoiling them with plenty of delicious treats.

Richelle protested from the beginning, “Mr. Lewis, how much more can you spoil them?”

Roy Lewis completely ignored her protests, continuing to buy all the goodies and treats.

With no other choice, Richelle had to threaten him.

“Roy Lewis, if you keep spoiling them like this, I’ll stop cooking for you.”

It must be said that Richelle had always been good at striking at Roy Lewis’s weakness.

Under Richelle’s coercion, and in front of the three little rascals, Roy Lewis signed a written guarantee, at which point the issue was resolved.

So, the little ones quietly gave their father a nickname, “Serious Richelle!”

Not wanting to rush their schedule, Richelle and Roy Lewis took the children and Mrs. Walker along on their family trip, setting off after dinner on Monday evening.

In order to ensure the comfort of both adults and children, Roy Lewis asked his driver to fetch their family RV. On the way, Roy and Richelle took care of their own matters, while the children were playing games under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Walker. When they got tired, they went to bed.

The hotel that Nathan Caroule had booked for them was a dinosaur-themed hotel located within Tyrannosaurus World.

When the drowsy children were taken out of the car and entered the hotel, they were instantly awakened by the variety of large and small dinosaur models within.

The suite was massive, with five or six rooms and even a study.

The children curiously jumped and frolicked around the room before making their way to the largest children’s room.

The room had a Japanese-style tatami bed, large enough to accommodate five or six children.

“Daddy, you guys go and do your stuff, don’t worry about us!”

As the “big brother”, Timmy worried that his younger siblings might feel uncomfortable wearing masks all the time. Once they entered the bedroom, he sent his parents away and locked the door.

As Richelle knew the situation, she cooperated well after instructing the children to take care of each other and themselves. She retreated from the room.

However, Roy Lewis was a bit reluctant to do so.

“These little ones are so exclusive!”

Richelle reassured him with a smile, “Don’t complain. I’ve often been relegated to the outside myself. I finally got used to it.”

Richelle was a broad-minded mother who understood that even small children needed their own space.

Especially their triplets – who had been separated for several years before reuniting – often locked their parents out of the room and immersed themselves in their own little world, chirping and whispering, with no one knowing exactly what they were playing.

After taking a bath and giving some thought to everything, Roy Lewis accepted the situation and proceeded to his study to hold a video conference with some management colleagues from their overseas business branch.

After finishing the meeting, he came out of the study and happened to meet Richelle coming out of the bedroom.

“Have the children fallen asleep?”

Richelle nodded, “Yes, they’ve been asleep for a while. You should go to bed early too; tomorrow’s schedule is quite full.”

Although it was said to be a packed schedule, most of it involved Richelle and Mrs. Walker taking care of the three children. Roy Lewis, who was still recovering, could only help with simple tasks such as watching the luggage and buying drinks.

Only a few animal-watching activities allowed him to join Richelle and the children in playing together.

Roy Lewis had never wished to be as healthy as he did now, so that he could join Richelle in accompanying the three children to play all sorts of exciting games.

Instead, as it was, he had to rely on Richelle for everything.

“You should get some sleep too. We’re counting on you tomorrow.”

Richelle wished him good night and both of them went back to their bedrooms.

But instead of sleeping, Richelle went on her computer, logged into the top-secret system, and sent all the intelligence gathered about the Thompsons from across the web over the past few days to their funding partner.

After sending the information, she opened the chat conversation and saw that the last message from their funding partner was the same as last time.

“He likes you!”

Richelle Dunn stared at the words in a trance.

She remembered that when she saw this reply, she had scolded her online benefactor for being a straight guy with a technical background and no understanding of love.

But now she wasn’t so sure. Was it him that didn’t understand, or was it her?

Richelle had never been in a relationship.

Of course, there was never a shortage of admirers pursuing her. From the age of eight or nine when she received her first love letter, all sorts of admirers always surrounded her.

As a little girl, she didn’t understand these things and always politely refused them.

By the time she was sixteen or seventeen, simply politely refusing didn’t seem to keep her admirers at bay.

So, after she had several children, she naturally used them as a shield.

However, even with such a clear rejection, some people still didn’t give up. So, she had to play dumb and continue dealing with them.

And then, as time passed, she tried her best to turn these admirers into good friends.

In all these years of rich history of rejection, she had never been moved by any of her admirers.

Sometimes, she wondered if it was because her painful experience that one night had left her with strong shadows, and thus she no longer had any expectations of love.

“Benefactor, do you have someone you like?”

Richelle thought that if he replied that he did, it would mean that it was actually her who didn’t understand what love is.

There was no movement from the other side. He probably hadn’t logged in.

Richelle organized some information she had just searched and was about to leave the system to do other things when a notification popped up.

She clicked it and saw a concise reply from her online benefactor.

“Yes!”

Richelle didn’t know whether it was jealousy or hurt that prompted her to reply, “You’re awesome!” Then, she was about to go offline when he sent her another message.

“I’ve looked at the information you gave me. It’s very useful. I’ll get you what you want in a couple of days.”

This was probably the longest conversation between Richelle and her online benefactor since they started communicating.

Since both parties were involved in a mutually beneficial transaction, Richelle and her benefactor always made their intentions clear.

Each time, no matter who provided the information first, they would add the equivalent information they wanted in return.

This time, what Richelle asked for was indeed a bit tricky, so she didn’t dare to be too demanding.

“That’s fine…”

Richelle wasn’t in a hurry right now. After all, it would take a long battle and indomitable determination to topple a tree like the Dunn Group.

She believed that as long as she persisted, even if she only had a small knife in hand, she would be able to chop it down one day.

At the moment, her mind was still on the simple “yes” she had received from her online benefactor.

What kind of person would he, a straight man with a boring and rigid daily writing style, like?

Someone from his field?

Or perhaps someone he had grown up with, like a childhood friend?

Unable to contain her gossipy soul, Richelle eventually sent another message to her online benefactor.

“Mr. Benefactor, what is the person you like like?”

Unexpectedly having received replies several times already, Richelle now sat straight at the computer, waiting for the answer.

Sure enough, he didn’t disappoint her this time either.

About five or six minutes later, the notification sounded, and the message arrived.

Richelle, filled with curiosity, clicked on it.. “She’s an amazing but very cute woman!”