Chapter 94 She was a failed mother

Jiang Shiyuan's heart stopped for a moment. She stared intently at the father and son, her slender fingers gripping the door frame, each knuckle turning white.

Fu Yansi's delicate brows furrowed, and he stammered, "Dad...I..."

"Now, it's just the two of us. You just need to tell Dad the truth."

Fu Chenzhou's eyes shone with gentle light as he patiently guided her, "Your father once told you that brave people never lie. The most precious quality a person can have is honesty."

Fu Yansi bit her lip, her small, fair hands gripping the blanket tightly.

Fu Chenzhou did not urge or press him, but waited quietly for him to speak.

“Dad…” Fu Yansi’s eyes reddened, “Xie Junheng… hit me too.”

Jiang Shiyuan stood frozen outside the door, her face drained of color, her body trembling in shock!

She opened her mouth, her fingers clenching her clothes, almost unable to breathe like a drowning person.

She wanted to sever ties with the Xie family and with Xie Junheng and his father, but Xie Junheng was still the child she had carried for ten months and had painstakingly taught him knowledge and how to be a person.

But in the end, he turned into this cold and unrecognizable figure!

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to her as a mother!

Fu Chenzhou enveloped his son's small hand in his large palm, his eyes turning bloodshot, and his voice, already hoarse with suppressed emotion, asked, "Banban, why did you only retaliate against Xie Yilin and not against Xie Junheng?"

Fu Yansi paused, his eyes darkening. "Because I know why he hit me. He felt I stole his mother from him, and he was angry, so he hit me..."

But Dad, I really don't understand. If Xie Junheng really cares about his mother that much, why is he so close to that Aunt Lin? Why does he ignore Aunt Jiang?

Doesn't he know that this hurts Aunt Jiang's feelings...?

Jiang Shiyuan lowered her head, a sour feeling welling up from her nose.

Fu Chenzhou stroked his son's soft cheek, his eyes deep and filled with tenderness. "Dad doesn't know why he did that. But no matter what, it's not a reason for him to hit you."

A mistake is a mistake; you don't need to make excuses for him.

Fu Yansi pursed his lips: "..."

"Banban, yesterday in the principal's office, you didn't publicly identify Xie Junheng. Was it because he is Aunt Jiang's son?"

You don't want to make Aunt Jiang angry or sad, right?

“Yes…” The boy lowered his head shyly, realizing his thoughts had been seen through.

But this thoughtfulness was like a sharp thorn, piercing through Jiang Shiyuan's trembling chest.

"Banban, this is the last time. Don't do it again."

Fu Chenzhou stared intently at him, each word emphasizing, "We won't provoke others, but if we do, you must retaliate in kind, with even more ferocious force."

Don't be afraid. From now on, just bravely move forward. Your dad will always be there for you.

"Thank you, Dad!"

Fu Yansi threw herself into the man's arms, sniffed, and hesitated before speaking, "Dad, I've remembered what you said, but please promise me one thing."

Fu Chenzhou gently kissed his forehead. "What?"

"How about we just let this go? Xie Yilin has already dropped out of school, and I think Xie Junheng won't bother me anymore."

"Okay, Daddy promises."

The man took a deep breath, trying his best to control his surging emotions. "Banban, now that you know Xie Junheng is targeting you because of Aunt Jiang, will you still have contact with Aunt Jiang in the future?"

Fu Yansi thought about it seriously for a while, then said solemnly:

"If he gets along well with Aunt Jiang in the future and stays away from Aunt Lin, I won't bother Aunt Jiang anymore."

But if he's not good to Aunt Jiang, then I'll be good to Aunt Jiang and not make her sad. I don't care who he is!

Fu Chenzhou's beautiful, starry eyes curved slightly as she stroked the top of his head and praised him:

"He can distinguish right from wrong and understands the greater good. He is a good son of his father."

After leaving the children's room, close the door.

The smile in Fu Chenzhou's eyes vanished abruptly, replaced by a chilling, icy aura.

Xing Zhen walked up behind him with a cold face. "President Fu, Xie Jinghuai's nephew has dropped out of school. Next week, that woman will bring her unlucky, good-for-nothing son to publicly apologize to you and the young master. This dragging on is just a way to wait for the storm to pass before showing their face again."

"Okay, when the time comes, Banban shouldn't show her face, just broadcast it."

A fierce glint flashed in Fu Chenzhou's eyes. "That mother and son, who are both scourges, are nothing but leeches sucking blood from the Xie family. They don't deserve to see my son again."

Xing Zhen nodded vigorously, then whispered, "President Fu, what do you plan to do about Xie Jinghuai and his son?"

"Banban let his son go, and this time I won't pursue the matter further. As for Xie Jinghuai..."

Fu Chenzhou's pupils were dark and cold. "Guangji is now expanding his territory in Beijing. Does he have to worry about not having the opportunity? Does the son have to pay for the father's debt?"

After Xing Zhen left, Fu Chenzhou walked towards the study.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

On the balcony not far away, Jiang Shiyuan's slender figure stood alone against the wind, head down, her shoulders trembling.

Fu Chenzhou stood quietly, his hands in his trouser pockets, watching her.

Just then, a crisp snapping sound rang out—

Jiang Shiyuan suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself hard.

"Miss Jiang, what are you doing?!"

Fu Chenzhou was startled and rushed to Jiang Shiyuan in three quick steps, grabbing her wrist and holding it tightly in his palm.

Jiang Shiyuan froze, her long eyelashes fluttering, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I'm a failed mother. I failed to raise my child well, and he hurt your son..."

Fu Chenzhou's eyes darkened as the woman's broken tears reflected in his pupils, like leaping silver fish.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "It's not your fault."

"sorry……"

The man's tone deepened, "I told you, it's not your fault."

"I will make it up to him for all the suffering he has endured. I will do anything for him."

Jiang Shiyuan lowered her eyelashes in guilt, not daring to look at him at all. "Anyway... I'm sorry."

The chilly autumn wind swept across her face, scattering her tears into the silent night.

"If you feel guilty, then listen to me."

Fu Chenzhou held her trembling right hand with his left hand, and with his other hand he reached into his pocket, took out a clean blue handkerchief, and handed it to her, "From now on, you must smile and be happy every day. If Aunt Jiang is happy, Banban will feel happy too."

Jiang Shiyuan took the handkerchief and covered her eyes. Despite being such a strong person, she couldn't stop crying in front of Fu Chenzhou.

"I am... the most failed mother in the world."

Once, she saw a child online asking his mother: "Does it hurt you more when I'm the one being bullied, or when I become the bully?"

Now that she has experienced it firsthand, she feels that in addition to heartache, there is also the pain and despair of a pillar of faith in her heart collapsing.

"But in Banban's eyes, you are the best Aunt Jiang in the world."

Fu Chenzhou leaned slightly closer to her, his low, husky voice sounding incredibly pleasant, "I've always been selfish, only caring about myself and my son's feelings."

"As long as my child thinks you're good, then you're good. What you say doesn't matter, and what others say is even less important."

...

That night, Jiang Shiyuan ended up staying at Fu Chenzhou's house, not for any other reason than to spend more time with her child.

The next day.

She got up early to buy fresh ingredients at the nearby morning market. After returning, she moved between the kitchen and the laundry room, preparing breakfast for the father and son while also washing all the clothes that Fu Yansi had piled up.

It's as if I've settled down here, living with that father and son.

Jiang Shiyuan was busy when she heard slow, deliberate footsteps coming from the stairs.

She turned around and saw Fu Chenzhou yawning as he came down the stairs.

The man wore a dark blue silk robe and matching loose silk pajamas, the front of which was wide open, revealing his prominent collarbones and well-defined, muscular physique.

Homey, languid, subtly alluring, sexy.

Like those morally corrupt, clueless romance targets in otome games.

Jiang Shiyuan's breath hitched, and she almost spilled the pot of porridge she was holding.