I desperately want to know what kind of existence I am to them—is it a fanatical obsession, a perverse desire, or a selfish toy?
Was my face sculpted by them, or by someone else?
But we can't rush this.
Because there are no photographs or paintings in the manor.
I was once the senior disciple of the head of the Five Sects. My comprehension is either top-tier or genius-level. Piano and violin are not difficult for me.
In just two hours, I was able to skillfully play a complete "Castle in the Sky" on the violin.
He Yue was pleasantly surprised, but at the same time, I saw the jealousy in her eyes.
I know what she's jealous of. The news that the Fu family adopted me made headlines all over the country. She's incredibly jealous that I, a girl who was clearly ordinary and ugly just three months ago, was lucky enough to be adopted by the richest man and receive such pampering.
Endless desires are nothing but devils; I hope He Yue can be more sensible.
Even if you have desires or selfish motives, you must keep your eyes open and hide them well.
As for my talent, Fu Yanchen's possessiveness and obsession grew stronger. When he picked me up and pressed me against his chest, I could even hear his wildly beating heartbeat.
I learn quickly, and when He Yue left, her eyes held a hint of disgust and resentment as she looked at me.
Tsk.
That's really not smart.
With her looks and talent, even if her family wasn't well-off, countless rich kids would be smitten with her. Besides, art students spend ten times more money and time than regular students. And looking at her clothes and mannerisms, her family must be quite well-off, right?
Why do it this way?
Fu Mingshen didn't come back for dinner, so only Fu Yanchen and I were in the huge restaurant. The restaurant was very dimly lit tonight.
Under the soft, orange light, candles were lit on the dining table, and a glass of red wine sat on it. In the dim light, the red wine in the slightly swirling glass looked like blood.
It makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
The steak I ate became sticky.
A strawberry appeared before my eyes. I looked up and saw that Fu Yanchen had put down his wine glass at some point. He held a silver fork in his long, slender, white hand and fed me half of the bright red strawberry across the table.
The strawberry juice dripped down the silver fork, which annoyed me a bit.
Fu Yanchen opened his mouth slightly, his soft voice tinged with hoarseness.
"It's very sweet."
I was annoyed, but I still pretended to be happy, looking at him with sparkling eyes, and put the strawberry in my mouth.
The sweet juice, carrying the unique aroma of strawberries, exploded between my lips and teeth, and Fu Yanchen looked at me with a gentle smile on his lips.
"Isn't it sweet?"
I nodded and gave him a sweet smile: "Yes, thank you, Dad."
He didn't speak, but lowered his eyes and cut the steak on his plate. The smile on his lips faded a little, and I knew he was dissatisfied with something.
Reluctantly, she cut a piece of steak, then got up and ran to his side, eagerly feeding him the steak: "Teacher said that delicious things should be shared. Daddy shared with Luanluan, so Luanluan should share with Daddy too."
Hearing my voice, he finally looked up and, under my expectant gaze, opened his mouth and ate the steak. His lips and teeth didn't touch my fork, but I still felt disgusted.
I returned to my seat and ate in silence, during which I could feel his burning gaze.
I can't help but wonder, if a real little girl were sitting here today, what would she do?
She probably can't figure out what these two are up to, right?
At first, she should have been excited, having a home like a castle, a house like a princess. Then, after being forced to undergo surgery, she became afraid, cried uncontrollably, and was filled with fear. Finally…
What will happen in the end?
No, perhaps she won't even live to see the surgery.
Suddenly, I heard the door open, and footsteps approaching from the living room. The familiar footsteps belonged to Fu Mingshen.
Fourteen-year-old Fu Mingshen is already nearly 1.8 meters tall. He has a slender figure and good looks. His peach blossom eyes are just like Fu Yanchen's. When he smiles, people feel as if they are in love.
When he's not smiling, he's harsh and cold.
He stopped beside me, smelling wonderful. I turned around and looked at him with surprise and curiosity: "Brother, you're back? You smell so good!"
As I spoke, I leaned over and took a sniff.
Fu Mingshen smiled, a very gentle smile: "Does Luanluan like it?"
"I don't like it, it's a bit choking." As I said this, I coughed violently twice.
Fu Mingshen suddenly stepped back, and Fu Yanchen, his face darkening, strode up behind me and gently patted my back: "Is Luanluan full?"
"Mmm." I nodded, then got off the chair, pinched my nose, took Fu Mingshen's hand, looked up at his expressionless face, and coaxed him softly, "Brother, don't cry. Although it's a little choking, Luanluan won't hate you because of it~".
"Brother hasn't eaten yet, has he?"
As I spoke, I let go of his hand, cut a piece of steak, and stood on tiptoe to bring it to his mouth: "Brother, eat this."
His smile returned, and he bent down to eat. In the dim light, I saw him look at me with his eyes downcast, giving Fu Yanchen a defiant glance.
The next moment, Fu Yanchen picked me up and strode towards the elevator.
"Dad took Luanluan back to her room to rest."
He hugged me tightly, and although his voice was gentle, it was very deep. I knew he was unhappy because I was close to Fu Mingshen.
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