Fu Shihan knew very well that bringing her back to confront the two old n at this ti would do no good. So, let them have their way, and let’s stay apart for a while.
But during this separation, he wouldn’t be happy, and they shouldn’t expect to feel at ease either.
...
The long night finally gave way to dawn.
After getting up, Fu Shihan drove back to the family house, and upon entering, he heard sounds of things being smashed.
In this house, the only person who would do such a thing and still have the interest and guts to do it was Fu Yu’an.
Fu Shihan slowly walked into the living room. On the sofa, Fu Yansheng was sitting there with a chessboard in front of him, facing Fu Shili.
In the distant dining area, three servants scrambled to appease the little tyrant in the chair, with bowls on the table being brought up and one dropped after another.
"Brother," Fu Shili turned his head, looked at him, and greeted. Fu Shihan responded neutrally with a "Hmm", and continued looking towards the dining room.
"Running around outside every day, not even taking care of your child."
Fu Yansheng glanced at Fu Shihan and said coldly. Yangyang in the dining room seed to hear the noise and turned his head around, pausing when he saw Fu Shihan.
"Smashing with quite a rhythm there, not bad, keep it going."
Fu Shihan, with a faint smile, t his slightly uneasy gaze across the room.
Yangyang pouted his small mouth, not quite understanding what he ant. Others were also baffled, as Fu Shihan was known for his sarcasm and irony.
But it didn’t take long for Yangyang to figure it out.
If dad says no, it ans no.
If dad says continue, it ans continue.
Thus, he boldly continued creating havoc, even taking Fu Shihan’s advice.
Why waste ti smashing cheap stuff? Go for sothing valuable.
Didn’t Grandpa just buy an antique vase? And didn’t Great Grandpa recently get so calligraphy? All stored in the study. What fun it would be there.
Yangyang jumped off the stool and with his little legs sprinted upstairs. Fu Yansheng widened his eyes and quickly had soone stop him, then furiously reprimanded Fu Shihan.
"What are you teaching the child, can’t you teach sothing good?"
"I’m teaching him to discern what’s valuable and what isn’t, how is that bad?" Fu Shihan tapped Fu Shili’s shoulder, asking him to move. He then sat opposite Fu Yansheng, accompanying him to play chess.
"My son has to know the difference between the valuable and the worthless."
He spoke nonsensically with an earnest face, his mind not really on the chess ga. Minutes later, he resolved the ga.
"I’m not in a good mood today, I won’t let you win."
Fu Shihan placed the final chess piece, stood up, and went upstairs.
Yangyang was sitting on the staircase, his hands cupping his little face watching him. Seeing Fu Shihan coming, he quickly stood up, trying to run back to his room. But in his haste, he slipped and fell on the stairs, sliding down a bit, until Fu Shihan picked him up.
"Co on, I’ll take you to see Great Grandpa’s new treasure."
"Fu Shihan, get down here!" Fu Yansheng, hearing this, furiously slamd his hand on the table. Fu Shihan turned back.
"What’s the matter, can’t even have a look?"
"..."
"So, you old man also understand? You know what it feels like when a treasure is about to be destroyed." Fu Shihan teased mockingly, "A knife should strike at the vitals, wasn’t that what you taught ? Now I’m teaching Yangyang, is there a problem?"
His words were layered with aning, anyone could sense sothing was off.
Even young Fu Yu’an vaguely sensed that Dad was arguing with Great Grandpa.
He thought for a mont, then suddenly spoke up.
"Go dad!"
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