Chapter 26 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (2) Uncle Xie Qiu Chen...

Fu Li certainly wanted to kill him, but the reason had nothing to do with social status or class. It was because Jing Qibai was the true bloodline of the Yan family, while he was a usurper.

Two days ago, after he arrived in this world, the system gave him a brief overview of the world's plot.

Fourteen years ago, Yan He's wife died in childbirth after giving birth to a baby boy. At that time, the Yan family was dividing their assets, and Yan He was busy fighting for the inheritance and had no time to care for his newborn son. So the nanny, Liu Hongmei, seized the opportunity and switched the real young master of the Yan family with her own child, pulling off a clever trick.

The child who was switched was the real young master of the Yan family, but went to the Jing family and was named Jing Qibai. Over the years, he suffered domestic violence and beatings from Liu Hongmei and her husband, which developed his gloomy and indifferent personality.

Meanwhile, the fake young master Yan Fuli became the sole heir of the Yan family, living a life of luxury from a young age, enjoying the best of everything. Apart from having a cold-hearted father who ignored him, everything was perfect for him.

However, the peace was shattered a year ago.

Over the years, Liu Hongmei watched her biological son being pampered like a precious gem in the Yan family, which filled her with immense joy. Gradually, she could no longer suppress the urge to acknowledge her son. Finally, at what she considered an appropriate time, when Yan Fuli was thirteen years old, she told him the whole story.

Yan Fuli was initially shocked, but then he remembered hearing the servants in the Yan residence gossip that he looked neither like his teacher nor his late wife, and Liu Hongmei's account was so detailed that he began to believe it halfway.

Liu Hongmei had originally hoped that Yan Fuli would be overjoyed to discover that his birth mother was still alive and that they would happily reunite. However, what she received in return was the young master's undisguised contempt and disgust.

He began to avoid Liu Hongmei and didn't want to hear anything related to the Jing family. In the past year, his temper had become increasingly worse; cold, ruthless, capricious, and a wolf in sheep's clothing were the servants' private assessments of him.

Later, Yan Fuli secretly took his and Yan He's hair to do DNA testing, and the results showed that they were not father and son.

As a result, he became increasingly anxious and introspective, fearing that one day his identity would be exposed and he would lose everything he had.

However, also within that year, the Jing couple tragically died in an accident. Yan Fuli's father, Yan He, then took in Jing Qibai as a benefactor, allowing him to live in the Yan family home. This made Yan Fuli feel greatly threatened. He tried to stop it, but no matter how much he protested, it was to no avail.

I didn't expect that they would arrive at the Yan family's residence so quickly.

Fu Li's expression darkened further as she stared at the male lead.

In the original story, Yan Fuli was both wary and fearful of the male lead. On the surface, she rescued him from the bullying of the aristocratic children and showed him concern and kindness in daily life. In reality, she was secretly hiring people to bully the male lead, making his life full of hardships and tragedies.

Later, when the identities of the real and fake young masters were exposed, the male protagonist kept him because Yan Fuli had always taken good care of him.

Yan Fuli appeared grateful, but secretly resented him for taking away her family background.

Ultimately, Yan Fuli was punished by the male protagonist for conspiring with the illegitimate son of the Yan family to frame him and seize his family fortune. The male protagonist investigated and dealt with him thoroughly, including uncovering his past. After learning about his two-faced nature, the male protagonist simply submerged him in cement and drowned him in the river while Yan Fuli was fleeing the country.

However, even with such a ridiculous and stupid plot, Fu Li still has to offer warmth to the male lead in person while stabbing him in the back. If he could, he would choose to send someone to assassinate him directly.

"I really don't understand why you think I would treat someone who is destined to drown me kindly? Who gave you that confidence?" After reading the plot summary related to herself, Fu Li couldn't help but complain to the system.

"If you really know what will happen in the future, wouldn't a normal person nip the problem in the bud? It's always better to eliminate the problem at the beginning than to have it exposed later. After all, who wants to leave themselves the possibility of being drowned in a river? Isn't that right?"

To put it simply...

Which idiot came up with this cannon fodder mission and actually thought the hosts would be happy to do it?!

system:......

I'll say it again, this is a labor camp, not a vacation.

Fu Li, however, did not think so.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips, which, combined with his cold and exquisitely beautiful doll-like face, made him look like a pretty and terrifying little devil.

Looking at the bloodstains, whether hers or someone else's, remaining at the corner of Jing Qibai's lips, she said softly, "So it's Aunt Liu's child. But why is she biting people like a dog?"

“We don’t keep useless people in our family. Since you like biting so much, you might as well become a watchdog.”

Then, smiling, he instructed the servants to prepare a doghouse for the boy in the courtyard.

The servants were also puzzled as to why the young master, who had been smiling and asking about the boy's background just a moment ago, was now humiliating him by arranging for him to sleep in a doghouse.

The only possible explanation is that Jing Qibai injured a guest, causing Young Master Yan to lose face, which is why he had to be punished.

At this moment, Yan He had already left, accompanied by the other owners. In the absence of the master, Yan Fuli's orders were the highest orders in this mansion. There was also a fact that everyone knew—Yan He took in Jing Qibai purely to gain a reputation as a philanthropist. What kind of life he would actually lead after entering the Yan mansion was another matter entirely.

Jing Qibai, the victim of bullying, remained silent throughout. Only when Fu Li jokingly said that he would have to sleep in a doghouse from now on, did his previously numb eyes tremble slightly, instantly revealing a restrained yet intense and stern aura as he stared directly at Fu Li.

However, although he was angry, he also knew that if he wanted to stay here, he absolutely could not act recklessly in front of Fu Li.

That evening, Jing Qibai returned to the servants' quarters where he had been assigned to live. However, he found that all his belongings had been thrown out.

There was a newly installed doghouse in the yard, just big enough for him to curl up and lie down.

The servants sneered, "Butler Wang said that the young master has given the order that you will live in this doghouse from now on. You're the first person in the Yan family to live in a single-story villa, aren't you? You should be secretly happy!"

Jing's dark, unfathomable pupils gazed at the brand-new wooden doghouse and the blankets and toys already prepared inside, feeling only a profound sense of insult. A dark, wildfire flickered in his star-like eyes, a testament to his pent-up resentment and hatred.

He knew that once he entered the Yan residence, he would be living under someone else's roof, and he had no choice but to tolerate all the malice that came his way.

If they were to go back and seek help from the Jing family's relatives, their lives would only become more miserable.

His expression changed several times, but in the end, he silently picked up the blanket and schoolbag from the ground, turned around, and stuffed himself into the wooden house.

In the dead of night, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and rain poured down.

Hearing the howling wind outside, the system said worriedly, "Host, this will only make the male lead hate you from the very beginning. Can't you just follow the plot properly?"

Fu Li replied, "No, I won't make the same mistake as in the last world."

"In the last world, I was too nice to the male lead in the early stages, which is why he kept harassing me later. As a result, we ended up in a life-or-death struggle. Why not be simpler and more direct? When his hatred for me reaches its peak and his identity is exposed, I'll just throw him into the river. That would save a lot of plot. And he wouldn't suffer as much. That way, I can get both your performance bonus and my reduced sentence."

After saying that, she turned over, tucked herself into the soft silk quilt, and fell asleep comfortably.

The system secretly thought to itself, "Why does it feel like the host is just making excuses to torment the male lead?"

The next day, the male protagonist, who had spent the night in the doghouse exposed to the cold wind, unsurprisingly fell ill.

When the servants reported this, Fu Li was sitting at a long European-style dining table enjoying her fusion breakfast of Chinese and Western dishes.

A pair of clear eyes darted around, as if plotting some wicked scheme. Before he could say anything, a servant added:

"Young Master, there's one more thing. I received a call from Mr. Xie this morning. He's here to see you. His car will be at the front yard soon."

Xie Qiuchen was Yan Fuli's mother's younger brother, whom Yan Fuli always called his uncle. From the time Yan Fuli could remember, Yan He was rarely at home, and Yan Fuli's mother had passed away early, so the only elder he could see regularly was Xie Qiuchen, who often came to visit him.

The latter seemed to adore his nephew, and whenever he came to City C, he would make a point of staying at the Yan residence for a few days to keep the young master company. As a result, he became one of Yan Fuli's most trusted relatives.

Upon hearing that her uncle was coming, Yan Fuli's first thought was to make a good impression on him.

He immediately ordered his servants to fetch the doctor, while he himself went to the front yard.

The newly built doghouse in the yard looked somewhat dilapidated after a night of wind and rain, and there was no one inside anymore.

Fu Li looked around and saw a thin boy leaning against a marble pillar under the eaves of a building not far away, hugging his knees. As he got closer, he could see a sickly flush on his pale cheeks and a trembling body, all of which spoke of his suffering.

Fu Li pursed her lips, not paying him any attention immediately, and looked towards the gate with a bright and energetic expression.

Shortly after, a discreet black luxury car pulled up at the entrance. The door slowly opened, and a tall, elegant man stepped out. His deep eyes shone like stars in the night sky, and his gentle, handsome features exuded a scholarly air, yet perfectly complemented his sharp demeanor—any more would be too piercing, any less too soft.

From afar, his gaze was already fixed on the boy in the courtyard. A gentle smile appeared on his face.

Upon seeing the man, Fu Li immediately turned around and walked up to Jing Qibai, smiling as she took his arm and said in her clear voice, "Why are you still here? You're sick, be careful not to catch a cold and your fever will get worse. Come inside with me quickly."

As the tall, imposing man approached with steady steps, she seemed to notice his arrival, turned around in surprise, and looked at the newcomer with bright, crystal-like eyes, calling out, "Uncle!"

She then added with a hint of reproach, "When did your uncle arrive? Why didn't he tell me?"

Little did she know that her little actions had already been seen by the man.

The other person didn't expose her, but smiled slightly: "Your uncle misses Ali. He heard that your brother-in-law is away on a business trip again, so he came to keep you company. Is this also Ali's friend?"

As Fu Li struggled to lift the boy, she smiled and said, "He's a child my father recently sponsored, and he happens to be staying with us. He caught a cold this morning from being out in the wind and has a fever. I was just about to take him inside to see a doctor." She acted like a kind and warm-hearted hostess.

Xie Qiuchen nodded, smiling as he watched the boy pretend to care about the boy who had just been left aside. The smile in his heart blossomed even more brightly.

A hidden meaning was revealed in his eyes.

He then praised her as a reward: "Ali is such a good child."

Fu Li blushed slightly, seemingly pleased.

Having finished his act in front of Xie Qiu Chen, he instructed the servants to help the boy inside. He then went to his uncle's side and stood with the handsome and gentle man.

Excitedly, she asked him, "How many days will my little uncle be staying this time?"

Xie Qiuchen gave a gentle, indulgent smile: "I also want to spend more time with Ali, but time is limited. I can only stay until the day Ali goes to school."

"Ah---" A slightly disappointed expression appeared on the boy's face.

At that moment, the man's gaze unexpectedly swept across the pale face of the man being helped up by the servants. In an instant, his usually calm and composed eyes flashed with surprise and astonishment, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret. Then, like a lake after a storm, the sky returned to its calm.

He swallowed back the words he was about to say to the boy, and instead asked in a calm voice, "What's your friend's name?"

Fu Li answered obediently, "Jingqi Bai".

The man repeated softly, "Jingqibai..."

His long gaze tilted slightly, fixed on the slender boy not far away. His eyes were fixed on that peculiar face, and after a thousand turns of his gaze, it finally turned into a pool of water whose depths were hard to discern, with only a fleeting hint of interest that could be retrieved.

Author's note: Uncle doesn't actually like Jing Qibai. He has another reason for being interested in Jing Qibai, which will be explained in the next chapter.