Chapter 192 The Unreliable Fake Father

Chapter 192 The Unreliable Fake Father

Chapter 192 The Unreliable Fake Father

"Um……"

A soft humming sound came from the sofa. Long, slender hands broke free from the blanket's grasp, revealing fair, well-defined knuckles that gripped the leather chair back.

The contrast between black and white makes these hands so beautiful that it's impossible to look away. If someone with a hand fetish were here, they would definitely pounce on them, cut off these hands, and make them the finest collectible.

Of course, this is on the premise that the master and his family are capable of fighting.

With his long, slender fingers supporting his body, a man sat up from the sofa.

His hair was past his shoulders, and with his movements, it obscured his face.

Through the gap in his hair, a pair of sharp, almond-shaped eyes gleamed with a fierce light, like the entrance of a gloomy, evil ghost from a horror movie.

She's so good that she could be taken directly to the set to play Sadako without needing makeup.

The man kicked the obstructing blanket away and, like a zombie, dragged his stiff body upstairs.

His body must have been too stiff; every step he took was extremely heavy, and he almost fell occasionally because of his unsteady gait.

Luckily, the man reacted quickly and grabbed the handrail, preventing him from falling down the stairs and suffering a serious head injury.

The man dragged his heavy body, stumbling along the steep path, until he reached a room on the second floor, opened the door, and went inside.

Knowing the ropes well, he casually opened a cabinet on one side and pulled out a new bath towel.

"Holy crap! A ghost! I was terrified! Weren't you downstairs?"

Zhu Ya woke up from her sleep to the sound of footsteps. Thinking that another thief had broken in, she grabbed the ashtray from the bedside table and tiptoed over to check.

He saw a ghost opening his cabinet, and when he heard the sound, he turned around.

A fierce eye in the middle of his hair stared intently at Zhu Ya.

In an instant, Zhu Ya's mind flashed through various ghost movies he had watched before, such as The Haunted Village and Sadako.

Zhu Ya is afraid of nothing except ghosts. He was so frightened by what he saw that he screamed out loud.

After he finished calling out, he saw the ghost cover its ears in annoyance, and then he realized it wasn't a ghost, but his dead father.

"You'll scare people to death! What are you doing in my room looking like that?"

Zhu Ya was eager to get to the bottom of things, but Zhu Wen ignored him completely, grabbed a towel, pushed him aside, and went straight into the bathroom.

The bathroom door blocked Zhu Ya from the outside, and then the sound of water came from inside. The frosted glass door revealed the vague outline of an adult body.

Zhu Ya clutched her heart, which was pounding in her chest, and sat back on the bed, casually tossing the ashtray she was holding onto the bedside table.

"Who is this person? He usually looks respectable, but he's so annoying and even tries to scare people. How can someone like that be a father?"

Zhu Ya sighed again when he thought of the word "father".

"That's true. He's never been a good father. He's never even remembered his own son's birthday."

Soon the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, the frosted door opened, and a tall, slender man with a perfectly proportioned body walked out.

Zhu Ya blinked, her eyes filled with disbelief!

He shouted in his heart.

[Impossible, how could this be?]

Zhu Ya simply couldn't believe that his unreliable father actually had abs, and even a six-pack.

With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and perfect chest and abdominal muscles, he could easily be chosen as a male model!

I thought his father, who was a man who ate neither meat nor vegetables and drank alcohol and smoked, would have a little belly.

Looking at Zhu Wen's abs, Zhu Ya silently covered his stomach, absolutely refusing to admit that he was jealous.

Zhu Wen didn't care about Zhu Ya's gaze. He was used to being looked at, especially stared at. He had the qualities that made him likable.

Zhu Wen dried his hair with a towel, gathering his messy hair together to reveal his exceptionally handsome face.

With sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and sculpted features, he was strikingly handsome.

He was just in a bad mood, and his phoenix eyes were filled with impatience, the kind of impatience that made him want to kick even a passing dog.

Zhu Ya recognized this expression; she knew her scumbag father had probably broken up with his girlfriend again. He always had this expression after a breakup, as if the whole world had died.

However, Zhu Ya has to admit that his scumbag father is also interesting when he's angry, otherwise so many people wouldn't be so eager to climb into Old Deng's bed and become his stepmother.

"What kind of weird expression is that? Come here and blow-dry my hair!"

Zhu Wen straddled the chair, one hand supporting his chin on the back of the chair, the other hand beckoning with his finger as if calling to a puppy.

Seeing that Zhu Ya didn't move, Zhu Wen raised his handsome eyebrows.

"What? You want to rebel? You think I can't boss you around?"

"No." Zhu Ya resignedly got out of bed to find a hairdryer and take care of Old Deng.

Old Deng, a scumbag, was used to throwing his weight around at home, and everyone in the family indulged him. Zhu Ya also developed the habit of serving Old Deng.

While searching for his things, Zhu Ya cursed himself inwardly, thinking, "I'm such a jerk. I'm not Lao Deng's son anymore, why do I still have to serve him and blow-dry his hair? Let him go to the northwest wind!"

He cursed inwardly, but his hands didn't stop; he quickly rummaged through the items.

An impatient voice rang out.

"The bottom left drawer, are you stupid? You've searched every single drawer, and you didn't look for that one? How could I have such an idiot like you!"

Zhu Ya complained inwardly, "Go ahead and complain, I'm not your son anymore, Zhao Yang is your son."

Zhu Ya indeed found the hair dryer where Zhu Wen had indicated. He obediently walked over, plugged it in, and examined the switch.

The hair dryer was running. I reached out to test the temperature; it was hot air. Only then did I bring it closer to Zhu Wen.

Seeing Zhu Wen throw the towel he was using to dry his hair on the ground, Zhu Ya bent down to pick it up, but was stopped by a look from Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen's eyes seemed to be saying something.

If you dare stick a dirty towel on my head, I'll beat your head until it's like a pig's brain.

Under Zhu Wen's threatening gaze, Zhu Ya had no choice but to stand up straight, grab Zhu Wen's hair with his bare hands, and blow-dry it for him.

Zhu Wen's hair looked messy, but after washing it was quite neat, and the hot air blowing on it brought out a pleasant fragrance.

It smells like peach blossoms. Zhu Ya thought for a moment, he hadn't seen any toiletries with a peach blossom scent when he took a shower before. What did Lao Deng use to wash his hair? It smells pretty good.

Zhu Wen was certain that Zhu Ya had taken good care of him. He leaned back in the chair, squinting as he waited to be dried, looking like a cat basking in the afternoon sun, comfortably squinting in the warm sunlight.

Seeing this, Zhu Ya couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth; this scumbag father had a captivatingly beautiful appearance.

The hairdryer quickly removed the moisture from the hair, leaving it smooth like fine silk.

The previous messiness was gone, and the dry, smooth hair brushed against Zhu Ya's fingertips. Zhu Ya couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "What smooth hair."

Thinking of his own frizzy hair, Zhu Ya was once again certain that he was definitely not Zhu Wen's biological son; even his hair was different.

"alright!"

"Hmm, haha! I'm sleepy, time for bed!"

Zhu Wen yawned, ripped off his bath towel, and climbed onto the bed.

Zhu Ya quickly covered his eyes; he'd seen something dirty.

That's outrageous! What did he just see? His unreliable, scumbag father, Old Deng, is so shameless!

Don't they have any shame? They didn't even know there was another person here.

"Hey, what are you doing? This is my bed, and why are you climbing into my bed without any clothes on?"

"Kids are such a hassle!"

Annoyed by the noise, Zhu Wen threw off the covers and got out of bed. Zhu Ya covered his eyes again; he had no interest in looking at people's naked bodies.

He cursed his scumbag father in his heart, calling him a weirdo.

Zhu Wen put on his underwear, went back to bed, found a comfortable position to lie down, and closed his eyes.

"Turn off the lights!"

Zhu Ya watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but swing his fist, giving Zhu Wen a flurry of punches with his claw-like movements.

I really want to beat up that scumbag dad!

Zhu Wen didn't hear Zhu Ya's voice, so he turned around and looked at Zhu Ya.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Wen suddenly turned around. Zhu Ya quickly withdrew his hands and feet, stood up straight, but his eyes darted around, looking extremely guilty.

"sleep!"

"oh!"

Zhu Ya awkwardly turned off the wall lamp, then the bedside lamp on Zhu Wen's side, walked to the other half of the bed, lifted the covers and lay down, turning off the bedside lamp on his side.

After lying down, Zhu Ya realized that he had been sleeping in the same bed with his scumbag father.

In sixteen years, he could count the number of times he shared a bed with Lao Deng on one hand.

If it weren't for his grandfather forcing Zhu Wen to go home, he probably wouldn't have seen his scumbag father more than twenty times.

How ridiculous! When he was someone's son, he looked forward to seeing him every day, hoping that his scumbag father would be like other fathers, sleeping with him and telling him stories. Unfortunately, he never got to see him.

Now that he's no longer the scumbag father and son, he actually has the chance to share a bed with his father.

Are you crying, kid?

Zhu Wen suddenly spoke, startling Zhu Ya, who clutched her heart, which was pounding with fear once again.

Zhu Ya wanted to slap her scumbag father, but the slight melancholy she had just begun to feel vanished instantly.

Zhu Ya suddenly realized that it's not necessary to have such a scumbag father; it's better not to have one.

"No, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"Oh, your breathing is too loud, it's disturbing my sleep!"

"..."

Zhu Ya gritted his teeth, wanting to hit someone, really wanted to hit someone.

"Fine, I'll forgive you since you're my son. Go to sleep now, kids won't grow tall if they don't sleep."

“I’m not a seven or eight-year-old child. You change your girlfriends every day, and I’ve never seen you complain about them being noisy.”

"How can that be the same? We exercise together, you..."

"Shut up! Go to sleep!"

Seeing that Zhu Wen was going further and further astray, Zhu Ya stopped him and turned to face his scumbag father.

Watching Zhu Ya's retreating figure, Zhu Wen sighed with melancholy.

"Sigh, kids' tempers are so unpredictable. They even dared to yell at me! It's all because my dad spoils them. They're his own son, so I'll just have to put up with it!"

Zhu Wen covered himself with the blanket and went to sleep.

The room was completely quiet.

In his sleep, Zhu Wen felt something warm close to him and hug his arm. Zhu Wen instantly woke up, opened his eyes, and looked over warily.

Looking at Zhu Ya's sleeping face, smooth as if her skin had been peeled off, with the collagen unique to young boys, chubby and plump.

Zhu Wen pouted helplessly and gently pinched his eldest son's cheek.

He muttered under his breath, "You little debt collector!"

Zhu Ya scratched her face uncomfortably, then changed her position and continued sleeping.

Zhu Wen pulled the blanket over Zhu Ya. Author's Note: Thank you to my mentor 9492239 (9492239) for your support! For more exciting content, please leave a message for this book on Liancheng Reading.