Chapter 67 A loving father and a filial son
Inside the private room of the restaurant, Fu Sheng glanced at his watch; there was still half a minute until the agreed time. He frowned, about to call Fu Yanle, when there was a knock on the door, and Fu Yanle walked in.
Fu Sheng put down his phone, about to hurl a few sarcastic remarks, when a tall man appeared behind Fu Yanle and followed him into the private room. Actually, his height wasn't important; what mattered was… wasn't that Yu Jingchen?!
Seeing Fu Sheng's disgusted expression, Fu Yanle curled his lips, found a seat that neither directly faced nor sat next to Fu Sheng, and casually pulled out a chair for Yu Jingchen.
The sound of the chair being moved brought Fu Sheng back to his senses. He stood up, reached out his hand, and said, "President Yu."
"President Fu."
The two shook hands briefly.
Fu Sheng glanced at the ring and watch on Yu Jingchen's hand and thought: I didn't expect Yu Jingchen to like dressing up so much. This little gold watch and ring are quite exquisite.
"President Yu, please have a seat." Fu Sheng gestured to Yu Jingchen before sitting down himself. He glanced at Fu Yanle, who had already started eating, and said, "Yanle, what kind of behavior is it for the elders not to have started eating?"
"Isn't food meant to be eaten?" Fu Yanle said without looking up. "Besides, there are no elders of mine here, and no one else. It's just a regular lunch. Don't bring me any bad luck."
Isn't Yu Jingchen just someone else?
Fu Sheng maintained a polite smile: "Also, why bring Yu Jingchen, an outsider, along for a father-son dinner? Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble? I bet you are."
Despite his many grievances, Fu Sheng knew that Fu Yanle was a rebellious son and a formidable fighter. Not wanting to make a fool of himself in front of Yu Jingchen, he could only laugh it off and say, "Yanle is just like that, Mr. Yu, please don't take offense. I didn't know you were coming, so I wasn't prepared. Please wait a moment, Mr. Yu, I'll get the menu so you can order."
“No need for trouble, everything is fine as it is.” Yu Jingchen raised his hand to stop him. “I came uninvited, so I should ask President Fu not to mind.”
"Mr. Yu, you're too kind. So many people would love to have a meal with you but never get the chance. It's my honor to be able to get a meal with you so easily," Fu Sheng said with a smile. "It's a tremendous opportunity for Yanle to be able to make friends with you, Mr. Yu."
"Pah!" Fu Yanle spat, chewing on his beef. "Sycophant!" Both are CEOs, yet Fu Sheng and Yu Jingchen are worlds apart, completely different in every way.
"Mr. Fu, you're too kind." Yu Jingchen glanced at Fu Yanle, who was struggling with the chicken wings, and smiled politely at Fu Sheng. "Being able to get close to Lele is my opportunity."
Who! Lele? Who is Lele? Oh, Fu Yanle.
No, why are you calling me that so intimately?
Fu Sheng picked up his teacup and took a sip, his mind filled with doubts and speculations: To be honest, he had no idea how Fu Yanle and Yu Jingchen had become so close. After all, although Fu Yanle's mother had some connection with Yan Chaoqing before she passed away, Fu Yanle had never taken any steps to get close to the Yu family before. How could they suddenly become so close?
Moreover, this intimacy isn't ordinary intimacy; it also reveals a natural...doting?! What kind of relationship would make a man dote on another man who is not related to him at all? And this man is Yu Jingchen, the Yu Jingchen whom those old scoundrels in the business world would have to take two steps back in front of, the Yu Jingchen who is so abstinent that there are even rumors that he is impotent?!
Fu Yanle objectively thought the food at this restaurant was quite good, but Fu Sheng's scrutinizing gaze was really ruining his appetite. He turned his head expressionlessly, "Do you think I'm good to eat? How about your rice?"
"Oh." Fu Sheng responded subconsciously, reaching out to untie the chopsticks.
At this moment, Fu Yanle raised her hand to tidy the hair by her ear. Fu Sheng had only glanced at her casually, but his heart trembled in that instant!
On Fu Yanle's left hand, there was a ring and a watch, and the style was exactly the same as the one on Yu Jingchen's hand!
The two were wearing identical watches and rings... Fu Yanle knew this meal was a father-son gathering, yet he still brought Yu Jingchen, an outsider, along... and Yu Jingchen's terrifyingly doting manner!
Fu Sheng understood everything immediately.
It turns out their clothes weren't just matching, they were a set! Fu Yanle had been secretly preparing a big surprise!
All the prepared remarks were rendered useless due to this sudden "unexpected change".
Fu Sheng finished his lunch in silence. During the meal, he saw Yu Jingchen proactively refill Fu Yanle's rice bowl and pour him hot drinks repeatedly. After Fu Yanle finished eating, Yu Jingchen immediately pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth. He served him in every way imaginable, and Yu Jingchen's actions were proactive and sincere, as if he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
The tattoo artist was blindfolded; he got a real eye-opener.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Fu Yanle wiped his hands with a disposable handkerchief and said, "Thank you for the hospitality. Let's call it a day."
"Wait a minute," Fu Sheng said quickly. "I still have something to tell you. What's so urgent that you don't even have time to listen to me? I'll just say two things, and then you can leave. Sit down."
Fu Yanle sat down with a thud, and Yu Jingchen followed suit.
Fu Sheng choked on his breath, and was about to politely ask Yu Jingchen to leave when Yu Jingchen preemptively said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I know it's a bit impolite to do this, but I can't bear to leave Lele here alone."
Fu Sheng: You think I can eat him?
“Besides,” Yu Jingchen paused, “President Fu also knows Lele’s personality. He is very straightforward and honest. If I stay here, I can ease the atmosphere when necessary, so that Lele doesn’t do anything rebellious against his will or by accident.”
To lie through your teeth and then add two prefixes is just plain annoying!
Fu Sheng was clearly implied, but he had to admit that Yu Jingchen's concerns were reasonable, after all, Fu Yanle dared to throw a big bag in his face when he was only three years old!
Fu Sheng took a breath and said, "Yan Le, you've been out of school for a year now, and you still don't have a proper job. Is it reasonable for you to become a minor internet celebrity and participate in variety shows?"
“I haven’t done anything wrong, so what’s wrong with me? Besides, in this day and age, who says you have to have a ‘proper’ job? I’m self-employed, is that not allowed? And,” Fu Yanle sneered, “when I was little, you never worried about me, and now that I’m grown up, I don’t need you to worry about me anymore.”
“I know you’ve grown up and can fly around freely, but I’m doing this for your own good,” Fu Sheng said earnestly. “When I retire, who will inherit such a large part of the Fu family business? Won’t it still be you? If you don’t join the company now to learn how to manage it, will you be able to handle it in the future?”
"I have no interest in your lousy company." Fu Yanle said sweetly, "After you pass away peacefully, I'll sell the Fu Corporation and turn it all into paper money and gold ingots, so you can be President Fu even in the underworld, living a life of pleasure every night, with male and female ghosts who never repeat themselves. With such prestige, even the King of Hell might have to curry favor with you."
Yu Jingchen listened silently and suddenly realized that although Fu Yanle sometimes verbally attacked him, compared to Fu Sheng, Fu Yanle was truly kind and gentle to him, full of love.
Fu Sheng didn't get angry, because he was used to it.
Over the years, 9.9 out of 10 sentences Fu Yanle spoke to him were this kind of "greeting," and under Fu Yanle's tempering, he became more patient and resilient, and rarely got angry at those old scoundrels in the business world.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Fu Sheng decided to use reverse psychology. “If you really don’t care, and we really reach a point where we have no other choice, I’ll have to hand over the Fu family business to someone else. What do you think of Lin Qingtong?”
"You dare!"
Fu Yanle slammed his hand on the table and stood up, unaware that Yu Jingchen next to him trembled slightly.
"I think you're just here to cause me trouble! I don't care about your lousy business, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate you handing your money over to Lin Qingtong. What is he? He doesn't deserve it! His eyelids are shallower than a dog's piss. You're really blind to the world, don't you care that he'll ruin all the business you've worked so hard for? Even if you don't mind, since you're already dead, don't forget that you owe your success to my mother's help back then. You can be heartless, but if you dare to pass the business on to that slut and his child, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"..." Fu Sheng thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a counter-argument. Fortunately, he didn't intend to confront him head-on. "Then take my advice and go to work at the company first, okay? That way, we'll all be happy."
"I'm not going." Fu Yanle genuinely dislikes doing business, and objectively speaking, based on his investment experience over the past few years, he's not cut out for it. He doesn't want to end up bankrupting the Fu family; that would be too embarrassing.
Fu Sheng: "You—"
"You're still alive and well, aren't you? What's the rush? Besides, when you're really about to pass away, I'll naturally take over the Fu family." Fu Yanle crossed his arms. "Although I don't have much talent in this area, sometimes having a powerful backer and connections is a skill in itself. Okay, let's move on to the next thing."
Fu Sheng swallowed back the anger rising in his throat and said, "The second thing is about Lin Qingtong. He came to me yesterday and said he was wronged at the company and wanted to switch companies. The Fu family doesn't get involved in the entertainment industry. I want him to go to Huaying Media, but I need to discuss it with you first, so you won't get angry when you find out."
"Thanks, but I'm already about to breathe fire." Fu Yanle rolled his eyes. "Do you know why he was wronged at Heyi? Because he's like the wind in a crack in the wall, always finding a way to get back at me, causing trouble again and again. His boss even handed me an apology letter. I'm being lenient by not dealing with him, and you still dare to say this to me? Do you think I'm an idiot?!"
"No, no, no, of course not," Fu Sheng quickly said. "How was I supposed to know you were involved?"
"You're busy working tirelessly on the baby diaper business, of course you don't have time to care about this." Fu Yanle said disdainfully, "Besides, Huaying Media is in the film business, they already have everyone from number one to number one hundred, Lin Qingtong wouldn't even be in the top ranks, but Wang Ruizhe can't ignore him because of you. Anyway, if I were Wang Ruizhe, I would really want to spit on you, a beggar sitting on a dragon throne, don't you have any sense of shame?"
"Alright, stop cursing." Fu Sheng said wearily, "Let's adjourn."
Damn it, talking to Fu Yanle for a few words is more tiring than arguing with those old bastards for hours!
However… Fu Sheng frowned. It seems that Lin Qingtong, who is usually docile and obedient, is also a not-so-simple trash bag. She knows how to hold things.
Author's Note:
"Xiao Fu's Scumbag Father and His Rebellious Son"
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