Chapter 43 The Guide to Taming a Fake Young Master (19) Thus, Fu Liyi…
Fu Li's gaze swept over the calm-faced bodyguards present. His former henchmen had become knives in Yan Qibai's hands.
Thinking of this, a complex look flashed across his eyes for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. After all, this wasn't the most important thing right now.
As he approached Pei Zhiyao, his eyes suddenly turned icy cold, revealing the young master's angry expression, as if he were about to teach someone a lesson.
When Pei Zhiyao saw it was him, he looked somewhat disdainful, perhaps thinking that someone who no longer had a background or family was not worthy of disciplining him.
However, the next second, Yan Fuli raised his foot and kicked him hard in the lower abdomen. Pei Zhiyao cried out in pain and bent over. If it weren't for the bodyguard supporting him, he probably would have collapsed.
Fu Li coldly said, "Say 'I am a dog' three times, and then bark like a dog three times, and I'll let you go."
If Fu Li hadn't acted so ruthlessly, Pei Zhiyao might have had the leisure to make a few jokes with him, but he didn't have that thought at the moment.
He gritted his teeth, head bowed in silence, perhaps wondering how things could have turned out this way when everything was fine before.
Seeing that he was still unwilling to admit defeat, Fu Li's brows furrowed and she said, "If you don't do as I say now, Huashuo's latest project will be a complete waste of money. It seems that your family has invested 70% of their funds in it. When your family fortune is all gone, you'll really be fighting with dogs for food on the street."
A seemingly casual remark caused Pei Zhiyao's pupils to shrink sharply upon hearing it. He knew, of course, that the Yan family possessed this capability, but he wasn't sure if Yan Fuli still did. Hearing such a radical threat, he dared not gamble.
It must be said that although he is no longer the heir of the Yan family, Yan Fuli's methods of threatening people are still powerful and sophisticated.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Pei Zhiyao finally opened his mouth and shouted three times, "I'm a dog! I'm a dog! I'm a dog!"
Then I learned the standard three dog barks.
Upon hearing this, Fu Li finally revealed a look of resentment, as if he had reverted to his arrogant and haughty young master. He then kicked each of them hard in the face before waving his hand to indicate that it was enough.
He turned to Yan Qibai and instructed, "I don't want to see them at school anymore."
Yan Qibai replied calmly, "Of course."
The next day, news of Pei Zhiyao and three other wealthy students dropping out of school quickly spread throughout the school. Everyone also learned that the Yan family was the mastermind behind it all.
From then on, no one dared to lay a hand on Yan Fuli again, and the two young masters of the Yan family became the most untouchable people in the school.
But that's a story for another time.
After the first day of her new life ended, Fu Li's acceptance of her had improved considerably when she returned to the Yan residence, and she was able to calmly ignore the gazes from both the light and the shadows.
As soon as he got home, he went straight back to his bedroom, but the room no longer belonged to him alone.
After placing his bag on the desk, Yan Qibai prepared to go downstairs, but didn't forget to turn back and remind him, "Remember to come down for dinner after you change your clothes." He was like a gentle and considerate older brother.
Fu Li sat alone on the bed, looking around. The place was clearly no different from before, but it had already been tainted with the aura of another person.
He sighed inwardly and said to the system, "Do you choose male leads based on who's the most perverted? Why do you want me to sell myself again? Right now, Yan Qibai is only lustful at first sight. What if he develops feelings over time and then can't bring himself to do it like in the last world?"
The system was somewhat relieved that its host was finally taking the plot and missions seriously. It said, "Don't worry, the plot lines have a strong self-healing ability. Besides, you actually knew about the identity being switched all along but never told the Yan family. As long as you finally reveal it, the male lead definitely won't be able to keep you."
Fu Li shrugged, indicating his skepticism.
Dinner was not as quiet as breakfast. Although it was just the two of them, there were still several dishes on the table for this Chinese meal.
Yan Qibai's attitude was as gentle and peaceful as ever, showing great concern for what Fu Li had eaten, as if their relationship had never changed. However, the difference was that in the past, Fu Li would have angrily told him to shut up, but now she obediently ate whatever he offered, like a little quail.
Yan Qibai personally placed a piece of meat into his bowl with chopsticks. The usually fastidious young master didn't react, but instead, when Yan Qibai gently asked, "What should you say to me, Ali?", he spoke in a very soft voice, "Thank you, brother..."
The servants watching were all shocked.
After observing for several days, everyone realized that Yan Qibai seemed to really treat Fu Li as his little brother. Not only did he personally take care of Fu Li's food, clothing, and daily necessities, just like before, but he would also put his arm around the boy's waist whenever he had nothing to do, like a pair of good brothers with their arms around each other's shoulders.
However, this is not the case.
The space inside the cubicle is much more spacious than the others. After all, it is a special toilet built for the school's biggest investor, and even the corners are cleaned spotlessly.
The handsome young man was forced to lean against the door, his beautiful features slightly furrowed as if he were enduring something. In front of him, another tall figure completely obscured his form, a fluffy head buried in the boy's delicate neck, revealing only a section of his long, fair neck, like a holy angel offering a sacrifice to a vampire.
After what seemed like an eternity, the angel finally found a chance to catch her breath and said impatiently, "Three students from the three-year elite class made sarcastic remarks to my face yesterday. I took care of them all."
The person in front of her said "okay" in a gentle tone, then chided her with dissatisfaction: "How can you not concentrate at a time like this, Ali?"
He leaned on the boy's shoulder, a lovesick look on his face, inhaling the young master's scent. This feeling had fascinated him before, and lately it had become unrestrained, almost addictive.
Finally, Fu Li couldn't help but gasp for breath and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it not ready yet?"
Yan Qibai raised his head, his expression gentle and tender, as if about to melt away, yet his actions resembled those of a beastly pervert.
“Ah Li is always in such a hurry, but you can’t stand it if we continue when we get home.” As she spoke, it was as if she was teasing him for being childish, while she considerately straightened his clothes, like a gentle older brother.
Fu Li curled her lip in disgust, pushed open the door and walked out. Standing in front of the sink, she looked at her rosy cheeks and spring-like eyes in the mirror, especially noticing a string of pink marks running from her collarbone to her shoulder. She couldn't help but get angry: "I told you not to leave any marks! What if someone finds out at school?!"
Yan Qibai knew that even now, the young master still valued his reputation quite a bit, so he stepped forward and placed his hands on the young master's shoulders as if embracing him from behind, comforting him: "If Ah Li cares so much, just turn up your collar and it won't be visible." As he spoke, he reached out to straighten the collar for him.
Fu Li slapped his hand away and pouted, "This doesn't look good at all."
Yan Qibai smiled as he looked at the two reflections in the mirror and said, "Ali is the most beautiful no matter what."
Fu Li furrowed her beautiful eyebrows and, as she turned around, reminded him, "Don't forget what I said."
After the two reached an "asylum agreement," such "deals" happened almost every day.
Yan Qibai nodded, his smiling eyes filled with Fu Li's image, as if they could only hold him.
The two emerged from the restroom one after the other. Everyone who witnessed this couldn't help but admire the deep bond between the brothers. Yan Fuli had treated Yan Qibai so badly before, yet the latter had chosen to repay evil with kindness—truly tolerant and magnanimous.
However, at this moment, Fu Li cursed the other party in her heart as a petty and twisted scoundrel, and impatiently touched the neck below her collar.
What's frightening is that he has unknowingly become somewhat accustomed to this kind of life.
When Yan Qibai was still his dog, the two often went in and out of the campus together, but at that time Fu Li still had a lot of personal space.
However, after the identity swap, whether at the Yan residence or at school, he always felt that people were secretly pointing and whispering about him. It was only when Yan Qibai was around that things were a little better.
The bedroom had long been shared by Fu Li and Yan Qibai. Even when sleeping, Yan Qibai would hug him and occasionally sniff Fu Li all over, as if he were a very fragrant pillow.
It's unclear whether the other person was intentionally or unintentionally increasing Fu Li's dependence on them, but as a result, the two almost became conjoined twins, always together no matter where they went.
Before she knew it, half a month had passed. Fu Li gradually got used to this life of maintaining a delicate balance in her relationship with Yan Qibai.
On a sunny day, students could be seen exercising energetically everywhere on the playground. However, two students who should have been having a physical education class were crammed into a small, crowded storage room.
Sunlight pierced through the dust particles floating in the air, becoming a straight beam that slanted in through the window, and the air was filled with the smell of plastic. In this environment, everything seemed exceptionally quiet.
Suddenly, the previously soft breathing became heavy and labored, faintly echoing throughout the room. It only subsided after a soft moan.
After resting for a while, a slightly satisfied male voice rang out, calmly saying, "My father said he wanted to see us after school today and go out for a meal together."
Another heavy breathing voice suddenly stopped, and finally answered, "I understand." For some reason, it sounded somewhat bitter.
Fu Li lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the mess on the ground, her pupils unfocused, looking as if she had something on her mind.
He hadn't seen his father in a long time. Ever since the matter of their bloodline was exposed, Yan He hadn't seen him even once, let alone called him.
After that incident, he learned the whole story. The Jing family's relatives remembered the truth they had overheard from Liu Hongmei and her husband, and wanted to use this shocking news to extort money from the Yan family, so they revealed this secret that could have been kept hidden forever.
Yan Fuli hated the money-grubbing Jing family, and also somewhat hated Yan He, who was completely heartless towards him.
After so many years as father and son, how did he manage to completely ignore it?
Moreover, although Yan He had nominally taken him in as his adopted son, the meal arrangement was only communicated to Yan Qibai, without even being told to her beforehand. This made Yan Fuli feel incredibly bitter and distressed. It was as if the only thing she cared about in the past was her status as the heir of the Yan family.
As the closest person to him at the moment, Yan Qibai naturally noticed the young master's unease, but did not offer any words of comfort.
He had long seen through Yan He's cold-blooded and selfish nature, and it would be good if Fu Li could get out of this hopeless expectation as soon as possible.
In this way, Fu Li will only care about herself from now on.
Thinking this, she rested her head comfortably on the boy's shoulder and turned to kiss his cheek.
"Don't worry about Ali, I'll protect you no matter what happens. No one can bully you, not even in front of Father."
A few hours later, they met an unexpected person in front of the school gate.
A jet-black Maybach was parked by the roadside. A refined man in a trench coat leaned against the car door, waved to the two of them, and wore his usual elegant and gentle smile.
Author's Note: The little uncle has appeared. The first chaotic scene is about to begin.
Uncle: Should I choose him or me?
System: The host can only choose the storyline.
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