Chapter 18
Zhu Xi was originally a person who rarely showed his emotions, but he grew up in such a large family with a large population and strict order, and he was also the eldest son. After observing him these days, Zhu Fu could already see that his mother cared very much about the traditional family environment where the father was kind and the son was filial, and the brothers were friendly and respectful to each other.
Zhu Xiyuan's expectation is not to be willing to submit, but to achieve the greatest possible harmony from this way of getting along.
Whether it was her willingness to give up her position as Son of God for Si Yin in her previous life, and then to be punished in his place in order to let him live; or her eloping to the neighboring quadrant to be with Si Yin in this life, but then returning to her home planet with her family to fulfill her filial duty to Zhu Zhengde, all these made Zhu Fu understand one fact:
Zhu Xiyuan, who appears indifferent and cold-hearted, is actually the type of person who clings to all the love he can get.
In her previous life, Zhu Fu did not have the time to carefully analyze her fathers' personalities and mental journeys. This rare opportunity to be a bystander in this life, of course, must be used well.
Only by truly understanding a person can you know what kind of way can make him happy.
——That is also what Zhu Fu pursues in this life.
He doesn't want to call the wind and rain, doesn't want to be in a high position, and doesn't want to be the world's most evil evil god anymore.
He just wants to be a good child to his fathers.
Fu Fu nestled in Si Yin's arms, staring at Zhu Xiyuan and Zhu Zhengde with her big eyes without blinking. The invisible stiffness in the air was almost becoming visible.
As expected, Zhu Zhengde frowned in displeasure: "What are you talking about? Why can't you and your brother live together?"
Zhu Xiyuan chuckled: "If he wanted to, he wouldn't have locked me out in the winter when it was thirty degrees below zero."
The winter on Bach II is extremely cold. If little Zhu Xiyuan had not carried a thermal patch with him, and if young Zhu Xiaoling had not woken up in the night and saw him crying loudly, alarming the nanny, he might have frozen to death.
When he mentioned this, Zhu Zhengde's expression turned even darker, but he couldn't say anything. After all, this was completely Zhu Shaoquan's fault.
However, when Si Yin heard this, his expression was startled - he had never heard Zhu Xiyuan mention this before.
Imagine such a small child being locked outside the door all night in freezing weather...
If his wife doesn't care about herself, who will? He wishes he could tear his brother-in-law to pieces right now.
Zhu Fu clenched her fists even more.
It seems that even after being reborn as a blood relative, Zhu Shaoquan's desire to kill me has not changed at all.
He must find a way to drive that guy out of the Zhu family.
One day he will get hold of him...
Sally, who had remained silent ever since Zhu Zhengde criticized the medical profession, finally spoke up, trying to calm down. "Ah, Shaoquan was just careless at the time, it wasn't intentional. Besides, what could go wrong between two brothers? It was just childhood unhappiness, long gone. Shaoquan is still looking forward to your return..."
Zhu Fu felt Si Yin's arm around her stiffen.
In a family, problems always involve the fault of both parents. If Zhu Zhengde was just partial, it wouldn't necessarily develop to the point of almost severing ties. Sally, who always tried to smooth things over and had no stance of her own, was also complicit in the evil.
Zhu Fu could sense her father's anger, but this was her mother's family affair after all. Even if her father stood up to defend her, had a big argument, or even fought, it would not solve the real problem.
Zhu Xiyuan must face this matter himself.
Fu Fu was a little worried that her mother, who never liked to argue, would choose to keep silent and let the matter go. Unexpectedly, Zhu Xiyuan looked up at his mother, then at his father, and said word by word, "How did Shaoquan and I get to this point? I'm sure you know it all too well."
His voice was steady and his emotions were calm. He seemed neither angry nor compromising.
Instead, it was the overly bland expression that made Zhu Zhengde even more angry.
Fuzai’s starry eyes—he’s so damn tough!
No, wait, now is not the time to be busy worshipping a fuck.
The overall goal of rebirth is to let his fathers live a happy life. The current small goal is to resolve the conflicts between his mother and grandparents, and to marginalize Zhu Shaoquan.
This means that fathers need to live with their grandparents so that they can better display their talents.
Moreover, he remembered that his grandfather was in poor health, so he didn't want him to get angry all of a sudden.
He didn't care whether Zhu Zhengde lived or died. After all, the only people the evil god cared about at any time were himself and his fathers. The problem was that he had to consider his mother's feelings, and he wanted Zhu Zhengde to be alive so that he could feel his guilt towards Zhu Xiyuan.
The fathers really need to return to Kemp Manor.
Fu Fu couldn't stand her grandmother's wishy-washy way of dealing with things, so she decided to come in person.
The kitten wrinkled its face and blinked hard.
His acting skills were so natural that with just a little effort, his eyes turned red and he sniffed hard.
The child's voice attracted the attention of the adults who were arguing, and they all looked over.
The moment Fu Fu became the focus of attention, she squeezed out a few crystal tears, which were about to fall into her eyes.
Sally was the first to react: "Hey, baby, why are you crying?"
Fu Fu sniffed and said incoherently: "No quarrel... No quarrel..."
The little girl's baby-voiced accusation almost immediately cut through the tension between the elders.
They realized one thing at the same time: they had just gotten angry in front of the child!
What's going on?
It is said that childhood experiences will determine one's character for a lifetime. Since the previous generation failed to achieve harmonious family relationships, they had already reached a consensus that they must love each other in front of Fu Fu and must not affect the physical and mental health of the little baby.
The adults coughed pretentiously:
"Fuzi, listen to Daddy, we didn't have a fight, we were just joking."
"Don't be afraid, baby."
"Ahem...listen to Fu Fu, I'll listen to Fu Fu."
Is there any problem that cannot be solved by me, the Evil Lord?
The kitten made a "yeah" gesture in his heart with a smug look on his face, but still looked extremely aggrieved as he leaned out of Si Yin's arms.
Everyone, including Zhu Xiyuan, thought he would go find Zhu Xiyuan.
However, what was shocking was that Fu Fu actually opened her arms and cried to Zhu Zhengde, who was still glaring at her, "Grandpa, hug me..."
The little cub's voice was soft, with a hint of crying tone that had not yet been cleared up. He called grandpa in a delicate voice, and with that doll-like little face, even a heart of stone would melt.
Whether at home or outside, Zhu Zhengde always had a majestic and strict image. He rarely smiled even to his favorite second son or his only little girl.
He is the kind of person who believes that parents should have parental dignity, should not fight with their children, and should not spoil their children or make them give in as soon as they act like a spoiled brat.
By the way, he also believed that boys should behave like boys and should not cry even if they suffered great injustice. When Zhu Xiyuan and Zhu Shaoquan were young, they were not allowed to cry even if they made mistakes and were beaten with sticks, otherwise the punishment would be doubled.
Zhu Zhengde has many messed-up principles. He has lived for decades, but his temper is harder than a stone in a ditch.
But all these thoughts vanished in an instant when he saw his little grandson crying and asking for a hug.
For a moment he was even a little flustered, and subconsciously wiped his hands on his expensive clothes before carefully taking the baby. His voice was a little different: "Hey, hey, come here, grandpa will hold you, grandpa will hold you..."
At this time, he was no longer the highly respected former cabinet minister, no longer the think tank relied upon by His Majesty, and no longer the powerful head of the Zhu family.
He is just a grandfather who loves and dotes on his grandson.
There were rough calluses on his hands, and he wiped Fuzi's tears very gently: "Okay, no more quarreling, we won't quarrel. Don't cry, baby..."
He subconsciously used the name his son used to address his grandson.
The kitten changes its expression very quickly and stops crying when it says it won’t cry.
She hugged her grandfather's neck and sniffed loudly again. This time, she spoke to the fathers: "Fu Fu wants to live with Daddy..."
Still using a soft and coquettish tone.
No one can refuse.
Si Yin and Zhu Xiyuan looked at each other: "Then, follow us--"
Fuzi quickly shook her head, hugged Zhu Zhengde's little hand tighter, and announced, "I want to live with grandpa and grandma too!"
The first step of the evil god's rule of the world: all initiatives must be in your own hands.
*
Kemp Manor.
Zhu Shaoquan leaned against the tree, brushing his bangs back in a self-proclaimed coolness, and teased the maid trimming the branches, "Why are you hiding?"
The maid held a pair of scissors and wanted to stab him: "Second Master, the master and mistress will be back soon. Maybe the eldest master will also..."
Zhu Shaoquan curled his lips and said, "My brother is a loser. Just believe me. My parents, especially my dad, will definitely not let him return to the manor to live."
The maid didn't dare to speak.
Zhu Shaoquan leaned back and changed his posture, saying lazily, "Even though that little idiot Zhu Fu got there first, it's only because I don't have a child yet. When I have a son, my dad definitely won't even look at Zhu Fu. So, would you consider following me..."
A familiar buzzing sound rang out on the main road, and both of them turned their heads at the same time.
It is Zhu Zhengde’s flying car.
Zhu Shaoquan stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and raised his chin: "Look carefully, there is definitely no Zhu Xiyuan in that car."
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