Chapter 37 The Guide to Taming a Fake Young Master (13) I don't need to hit people...
Jing Qibai listened quietly, and understood the unspoken meaning behind the other party's words.
The young master was frightened, worried about Yan He's purpose in bringing the illegitimate child back, and worried that his position would be replaced by Yan Yuesheng.
It must be acknowledged that Yan Yuesheng and her son are indeed cunning, but if they were to use their schemes against the young master, it would be absolutely unacceptable to Jing Qibai.
Knowing the frustration Fu Li had been experiencing for the past month, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
Looking intently at Fu Li, he said, "You are the young master, and also the only heir of the Yan family. You are the true master of this family. What you say is the truth, and whatever you want to do is right."
The boy's voice was calm and steady, enunciating each word with perfect clarity. This undoubtedly reminded Fu Li—
That's right. As long as he remains the sole heir of the Yan family, no one can surpass him.
The boy's eyebrows suddenly curved, and his eyes, which had been filled with gloom just moments before, suddenly brightened, as if he had figured something out.
In a good mood, he reached out and touched Jing's pale hair, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, and said in a tone full of praise, "As expected of my person."
The next morning, Fu Li dressed neatly and was about to go downstairs when she bumped into Yan Yuesheng, who had just come out of his room, at the top of the stairs.
Upon seeing Fu Li, Yan Yuesheng first raised his standard smile, his eyelashes slightly curled, his eyebrows curved, and he greeted, "Good morning, Brother A Li."
Hearing him call her name in that cloying tone, Fu Li frowned and said coldly, "I told you, you're not allowed to call me that. Didn't your mother teach you about manners?"
Hearing this, Yan Yuesheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his smile faded, but his tone remained unchanged: "I don't quite understand what you mean, Brother Ali. We share the same father, so we're brothers. If I don't call you that, then how should I?"
Hearing him utter the words "brothers," Fu Li's eyes grew even colder: "You eat, wear, and use everything you need at someone else's house; that's called living under someone else's roof. Shouldn't you be more respectful to your master? I am the master of this house. Remember, from now on, whether at home or at school, you must call me Young Master." Her words were filled with extreme disdain.
Hearing this, Yan Yuesheng could barely contain his emotions and protested through gritted teeth, "Brother, that's going too far. I also have the surname Yan, and I'm also Father's son, the young master of the Yan family. Besides, my mother will be marrying into this family soon, so she should be the head of this household too!"
Fu Li leaned leisurely against the medieval wooden cabinet where the vases were placed, looking at him with a mocking gaze and a tone full of disdain, "You're just a bastard, do you even deserve to be the master of this house?"
Yan Yuesheng hated nothing more than being called an illegitimate child. He immediately lost his composure, his expression turning cold, and his clear pupils flashed with an ambition that could no longer be suppressed.
Just then, the butler's voice came from downstairs, saying that the master was waiting for the two young masters to come downstairs for breakfast.
Yan Yuesheng glanced down at the spiral staircase at his feet, while their position was blocked by the wall.
His hypocritical, innocent expression reappeared on his face, a smile playing on his lips as he said to Fu Li, "Guess what, if I fell down from here right now and accused you of pushing me, would Father believe you, or would he completely despise you?"
Hearing such a classic cliché, Fu Li almost burst out laughing.
The next second, Yan Yuesheng's body fell down, his face still bearing his usual smile—he actually intended to do it!
However, he still didn't understand Fu Li's style. Before he could fall, the boy, who was still a meter away, stepped forward and scooped him up. Just as Yan Yuesheng was surprised by the other party's agility, he saw an extremely evil smile appear on the boy's delicate face, and he said coldly, "Since you want to frame me so badly, then I'll grant your wish."
Then he grabbed a vase from the cabinet and smashed it heavily on Yan Yuesheng, before kicking him down the stairs.
As the tumbling sound reached its bottom, gasps of alarm rang out from the butler and servants, followed shortly by a woman's scream.
Fu Li calmly turned around, tilted her head at the person who had been standing on the stairs for who knows how long, and asked in a puzzled tone, "When did you get here?"
Jing Qibai witnessed the whole process and, under Fu Li's gaze, said firmly in a low voice, "I will help the young master prove that he broke the vase on his own and then fell down."
These words amused Fu Li, and a smile appeared on his face that was completely different from the one he had shown when facing Yan Yuesheng earlier. He said, "I don't need you to prove it for me. I am now the only heir recognized by the Yan family, and that is enough."
After saying that, he took out his phone and dialed Xie Qiuchen's number.
Three hours later, a travel-worn man entered the Yan residence. His eyes immediately locked onto the handsome young man outside, who was anxiously waiting. He instinctively opened his arms and caught the boy in a warm embrace. But he didn't let go; instead, he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and smiled warmly.
"As soon as Ali said she had something urgent, her uncle flew over immediately. Is Ali satisfied?"
Satisfied, of course satisfied. Fu Li had never been so genuinely happy about Xie Qiu Chen's appearance as she was now.
He nestled in front of the man, rubbing against him like a spoiled cat, while recounting Yan Yuesheng's actions over the past month and then recounting what had happened that morning.
Xie Qiuchen's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, in order to avoid being framed, Ali hit him and pushed him down the stairs."
The boy pouted his rosy lips and said, "If I do nothing and just let him trick me, wouldn't that be too frustrating? He was the one who tried to harm me first, and I'm just trying to get revenge."
A glint of interest flashed in the man's eyes. He had long known that Fu Li was someone who wouldn't suffer the slightest loss, so her decisiveness this time only made things more interesting. Far from finding her ruthless, he felt a pleasant surprise.
He pulled the person in his arms tighter, his large hands gently massaging the other's lower back, feeling the softness in his palms, his eyes gradually deepening. He asked calmly, "So, what does Ali want to do?"
Fu Li leaned against the man's chest and said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Of course, I need my uncle to stand up for me and make that scheming illegitimate child get lost, and his mother too. I don't want them staying in the Yan family every day; it's annoying to look at them."
Xie Qiuchen did not answer immediately, but continued to hold him like that.
Not far away, the servants of the Yan family witnessed the entire scene, but none of them found anything amiss. It was perfectly normal for the young master to act spoiled towards his uncle. Only Jing Qibai, upon seeing this, had his already deep and probing eyes grow even more intense, as if he were a wolf sensing its territory had been invaded.
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An hour later, in the VIP ward of the city hospital, He Yueying was watching over her son who was still unconscious on the bed. She cried and shouted about how miserable her life was, and her words were interspersed with insults directed at Yan Fuli.
However, when Yan He returned from a phone call, he casually told Yan Yuesheng to go abroad for treatment immediately.
He Yueying was stunned. This injury was far from serious enough to require treatment abroad; going abroad at this point would be tantamount to exile.
She never expected that Yan Fuli was the one at fault, while she and her son were the ones suffering. But the look in Yan He's eyes told her that the situation was beyond repair.
Thus, Fu Li successfully sent her illegitimate son abroad without any punishment, and also sent He Yueying, who was scheduled to marry Yan He next month, along with him.
This incident once again made everyone realize that no matter what Yan Fuli did, as long as he remained the only link between the Yan and Xie families, his position was unshakeable.
After this incident, the scions of noble families who were originally prepared to accept Yan Yuesheng all came to Fu Li to show their loyalty, either by giving him valuable gifts or by holding parties for him. In short, Fu Li's status rose again.
As someone who remained steadfast from beginning to end, Jing Qibai rightfully became one of Fu Li's most trusted members. His status within their small circle even surpassed that of many wealthy young men, which once aroused the envy of some.
However, no one expected that the entire Yan family would undergo a complete upheaval soon afterward.
In City A, at night, after the quarterly board meeting, Xie Qiu Chen returned to his CEO and Chairman's office. He didn't turn on the lights first, but instead went straight to his computer in the dim light, logged into his game account, and saw his pinned friend ID was "In the Game." He opened his phone and saw a chat history with Fu Li from a minute ago; the other person had said they were still studying and didn't have time to video chat with their uncle.
Xie Qiuchen couldn't help but let out a soft, unintelligible hum from his nose, his deep black eyes reflecting the distant, floating lights.
“Great, Ali has grown up and needs her little uncle less and less.”
His long, slender fingers bent and tapped repeatedly on the hard tabletop. His eyes were deep in thought.
The previous matter concerning the illegitimate child was originally a deal between Yan He and Xie Qiu Chen. In return, Xie Qiu Chen would receive a good offer if he didn't object to Yan Yue Sheng and her child entering the Yan family. However, Xie Qiu Chen broke the deal for Fu Li's sake, threatening Yan He with the cooperation between the two families. For a businessman, breaking promises and prioritizing relationships over profit are both major taboos. Yet, Xie Qiu Chen showed no remorse whatsoever.
Afterwards, Fu Li treated him to a meal at an upscale restaurant in City C. He then returned to City A for business. From then on, Fu Li contacted him less and less, even learning to lie to refuse his video calls.
Now, half a year has passed, and Xie Qiuchen can feel that he is gradually finding it harder to suppress his desire for Fu Li.
Teenagers at this age are at the peak of their hormones, and it wouldn't be good if someone else got there first.
His fingertips rubbed together gently, as if he were thinking about something or hesitating about something.
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