Chapter 67 You and your son have no right to interfere!

Jiang Shiyuan's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding wildly.

For someone so young to say such things clearly shows a distorted worldview.

However, she knew he spoke without thinking because he liked her, so she couldn't blame him.

Tongtong felt as if her back had been pierced by a sharp arrow. She suddenly stopped, her little face turning pale with anger, and she could hardly breathe!

Shameless! Both father and son are shameless!

"Fu Chenzhou, you mustn't be so rude." Fu Chenzhou's expression darkened.

Fu Yansi lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mr. Xie, my son only spoke so recklessly because he likes Miss Jiang."

Fu Chenzhou's eyes narrowed as he looked at Xie Jinghuai, whose face was as black as ink. "However, children speak without thinking. Mr. Xie shouldn't hold a grudge against a five-year-old, right?"

The child's words were still surging in Xie Jinghuai's mind, making his head throb.

Is he really that bad?

How could a five-year-old child point his finger at him and yell at him? When has he ever been subjected to such humiliation?!

Xie Jinghuai let out a heavy breath, his voice hoarse and barely audible:

"Of course not."

Fu Chenzhou didn't apologize to Xie Jinghuai; he was so frustrated he was about to explode.

But his son also dirtied Fu Chenzhou's clothes, so they were even.

But the more Xie Jinghuai thought about it, the more he felt he had been cheated. The clothes could be washed, but the humiliation the child had brought him was hard to shake off.

"Mr. Fu, Banban, I'm so sorry, I ruined your birthday." Jiang Shiyuan's eyes reddened, filled with guilt.

Fu Yansi rubbed his eyes, his voice soft, "It's not your fault, Aunt Jiang..."

Jiang Shiyuan suppressed her emotions and said, "Mr. Fu, I'll be leaving now."

Fu Chenzhou nodded. "Be careful on the road."

Be careful my ass! He's not some kind of deranged psychopath who murdered and dismembered his wife!

Xie Jinghuai's eyes were about to spit fire!

As soon as he came out of McDonald's, Jiang Shiyuan quickly walked to the roadside and waved to flag down a taxi.

As soon as she opened the car door, Xie Jinghuai pressed it back down hard with his large hand, his arm muscles taut, trapping her under his heaving chest.

Where are you going?

“It’s none of your business, get out of the way.” Jiang Shiyuan’s eyes were red as she forcefully pulled on the car door.

The man pressed down, his fingers clenched. "Jiang Shiyuan, come back with me. You owe Tongtong an explanation for what happened!"

Do you really want me to explain?

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes were cold and indifferent. "The only explanation I can think of is to tell Xie Junheng that we are about to get a divorce, and that you and your son will have no right to interfere with my actions, where I go, or who I am with."

Xie Jinghuai's brows furrowed deeply, and he struggled to breathe.

The word "divorce" rendered him completely speechless.

With a stomp of her foot, she stunned the top conglomerates of the entire capital city with a single word: "divorce."

What's wrong with him?

This woman, whom he clearly looked down on and despised back then.

If Shen Zhantang were to see this, he would probably make fun of that kid for a year.

The driver impatiently urged, "Hey, are we going or not?"

"Walk!"

Taking advantage of the man's momentary lapse in attention, Jiang Shiyuan forcefully pulled open the car door and got in, the taxi speeding away.

Xie Jinghuai was left frozen in place, his nose covered in cold ash.

After Jiang Shiyuan left, the Xie family's car also left.

A moment later, Fu Chenzhou, holding his son's little hand, also walked out of McDonald's. Xing Zhen immediately came to greet them and took the backpack that the man was carrying on his left shoulder.

"Happy birthday, young master," Xing Zhen said, offering his blessings.

"Thank you, Uncle Xing!"

As he spoke, Fu Yansi stood on tiptoe and handed the children's meal to Xing Zhen, saying, "I'm treating Uncle Xing to something delicious."

Fu Chenzhou lowered his eyes and smiled, "With your Uncle Xing's physique, he needs to eat three portions by himself."

Xing Zhen was speechless.

In his young master's eyes, he was just a walking glutton.

The father and son got into the car, and the Maybach drove towards Fu Chenzhou's residence.

"Banban, although it's your birthday today, Dad still has something to say."

Fu Chenzhou crossed his long legs, his posture upright yet relaxed, his clear eyes deep and intense. "Today, you were naughty."

Don't say those kinds of things in front of Aunt Jiang again. If you want to see her again in the future.

Fu Yansi was frightened and hurriedly promised with red eyes, "Dad, I was wrong... I will never do it again."

Fu Chenzhou nodded slightly, "Yes, admitting mistakes and correcting them makes you a good child."

"Dad, do you like Aunt Jiang?" Fu Yansi suddenly asked seriously.

In the front row, Xing Zhen listened intently, not forgetting to glance at the rearview mirror to observe Fu Chenzhou's micro-expressions.

However, the man sneered, "You really want your dad to become a mistress? Don't you know that mistresses get beaten up when they go out?"

"Then, Dad won't be a mistress, he can just be Aunt Jiang's husband."

"Pfft, you really dare to dream."

Fu Chenzhou chuckled, "Besides, after my birthday I'll be thirty-one, in my prime. What kind of woman can't I find? Why can't I find a younger, prettier woman who's never been married before?"

Fu Yansi blushed with embarrassment. "What's the use of being young and pretty? Kindness is the most important thing! I want Dad to be loved by a kind woman like Aunt Jiang!"

Xing Zhen was surprised.

He discovered that the young master was more mature and had a deeper understanding of issues compared to other children.

"Banban, this is not a problem for you to consider."

Fu Chenzhou had no intention of continuing the conversation. He changed the subject, and his eyes darkened. "What you should be thinking about is whether you're hiding anything from your father."

"Does anyone bully you at school?"

Fu Yansi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shook his head, "No..."

The man's gaze deepened. "Xie Junheng, did he bully you?"

"No, Dad... really no."

Fu Chenzhou paused for a moment, then looked straight ahead. "If anyone bullies you, remember to tell Dad. Dad will stand up for you."

"I understand," Fu Yansi replied verbally, but he had already made up his mind.

No matter what, I can't tell my father that I've been isolated by Xie Junheng and bullied by Xie Yilin.

Through the small society of the school, he learned that Xie Junheng's father was a very powerful and wealthy figure in Beijing.

He didn't want his father to be targeted by Xie Junheng's father because of him, or to be put in a difficult position by his father.

...

After returning home, Jiang Shiyuan felt increasingly depressed and guilty.

She couldn't help but send Fu Chenzhou a text message:

Mr. Fu, I'm so sorry about what happened today. My son dirtied your clothes, and I'm afraid they'll be difficult to clean.

Could you tell me how much the clothes cost? I'd like to compensate you.

After waiting anxiously for a while, my phone suddenly gave me a notification—

In Jiang Shiyuan's WeChat contacts, under the "New Friends" section, someone added her.

She clicked on it, and the verification request contained only three words—Fu Chenzhou.

She was suddenly stunned.

But then I thought, it's good to include him too, it will make it easier to transfer the money to him.

As soon as Jiang Shiyuan added Fu Chenzhou, a message from the man immediately appeared in the chat box:

No need, it's unnecessary.