Du Fangyun knew Fang Wei well. Seeing his current state, she knew she couldn't argue with him anymore. She continued to persuade him gently, "Son, Mom is doing this for your own good. Think about it, all the wealth your father and I have earned for you is in China. You want to go abroad, and for a man no less. It's not worth it!"
“Mom!” Fang Wei straightened his back and looked up. “The famous poet Lu Xun once said, ‘Life is precious, freedom is more precious, but for love, both can be given up.’”
Du Fangyun felt a headache coming on. She rubbed her temples, wanting to persuade Fang Wei again, when she heard Fang Wei exclaim, "Beauty... Heavens... Beauty, how come you're in my house? Is this the legendary telepathy?"
Xiao Anhe had actually been standing on the stairs for a while. The conversation between Du Fangyun and Fang Wei was so bizarre that he couldn't interrupt, so he could only wait quietly. He also took the opportunity to review a poem he had learned in elementary school. It was clearly written by the Hungarian poet Petőfi, so how did it become the work of Mr. Lu Xun?
Moreover, Fang Wei not only got the author wrong, but the content of the poem was also incorrect; he got everything backwards. Being uncultured isn't the worst thing; what's terrible is being uncultured and still showing off.
Upon seeing Xiao Anhe, Fang Wei not only exclaimed in surprise but also lunged towards him.
He rarely looked around while walking and almost tripped over a chair leg. He stumbled in front of the beautiful woman, and the young master Fang was very annoyed. In order to save face, he raised his foot and kicked the chair that had almost tripped him hard.
The kick immediately changed his expression. It hurt so much! He felt like he had broken a bone. If the beautiful woman hadn't been standing on the stairs, he would have definitely been crying while holding Du Fangyun.
Despite the pain, he stood there, blinking and staring intently at Xiao Anhe. "My beauty, my leg hurts. Can you come here?"
Xiao Anhe's lips slowly curved into a smile. "According to seniority, I should call you uncle."
Du Fangyun's face was extremely ugly. Even though she had seen many storms, this was the first time she had ever seen a nephew fall in love with his uncle.
The key issue is that the uncle remained cold and unmoved, while the nephew who was so emotional was her own son.
This is intolerable! How could Du Fangyun, with her personality, possibly tolerate it?
She screamed hysterically upstairs, "Fang Min, come down here!"
Fang Min appeared at the stairwell very quickly. You could tell from his speed that over the years, Du Fangyun had always treated him with the attitude of coming when called and leaving when dismissed.
When Du Fangyun saw Fang Min appear, she immediately pointed at Xiao Anhe and said, "Look at the good son your daughter gave birth to! What has he done? He actually seduced my son!"
Fang Min's face was also very pale. "Fang Wei!"
He immediately scolded his son, "What are you doing?"
As soon as Xiao Anhe finished speaking, Fang Wei, as if afraid he would run away, spread his arms to block his way. Suddenly hearing Fang Min's shout, he was still a little scared, shrinking back and turning to Du Fangyun for help, "Mom, look, Dad is yelling at me!"
"Fang Min!" Du Fangyun said coldly, "So many years have passed, and you still seem to be siding with outsiders, not your own son!"
Fang Min exhaled forcefully, probably wanting to say something, but for some reason, he didn't speak.
Xiao Anhe chuckled, gently braced himself on the stair railing, and flipped over.
As he walked out of the Fang family's gate, he looked back, his eyes filled with sarcasm, and his lips curled into a deep sneer. "Ms. Du, you should take good care of your son. Not everyone thinks their son is the most perfect in the world like you do."
The implication is that Du Yunfang's doting affection for Fang Wei is somewhat of a self-aggrandizing gesture.
These words infuriated Du Fangyun. Her carefully cultivated, intellectual and demure demeanor, which she had concealed for so many years, crumbled instantly. She grabbed a vase and slammed it against the doorframe, yelling, "Who do you think you are, daring to lecture me? You dare…!"
Before she could hysterically shout "Get out!", Xiao Anhe had already turned and left.
As for the vase she threw, it hit the door and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Just as Du Fangyun was about to vent all her anger on Fang Min, Fang Wei preemptively snapped at her, "Mom, how could you do this? If you're this fierce, the beauty will definitely never talk to me again!"
Du Fangyun was furious. "Beauty? What beauty? He and his vixen-looking mother are both shameless sluts!"
If you looked at Fang Min's expression when she said those words, you would have noticed a flash of cold, sinister light in his eyes.
Fang Wei was immediately displeased when he heard Du Fangyun use such foul language to insult Xiao Anhe. "Mom, let me tell you, you can't use such foul language to insult a beauty anymore. If you do this again, I will never come back to this house!"
Du Fangyun had been strong-willed for most of her life, and her only weakness was her son. She knew Fangwei's temper; the last time he had a fight with her over a minor celebrity who had just debuted, he didn't come back for a long time. In the end, she had to humble herself and go to see him many times before she finally managed to coax him back home.
After running away from home last time, she was truly terrified. She quickly suppressed her anger, put on a smile, and gently coaxed Fang Wei, "Son, have you ever thought about it? His mother and you share the same father, so you're his uncle. How can you like him and even want to marry him? That's incestuous..."
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