Chapter 24 It Hurts
Fu Ci's blunt words came down on his head without mercy. Even though Chen Hanxiao had been in the business world for many years and had encountered countless people and things, he had long since developed a calm and composed temperament.
But he was a little angry and embarrassed when his most secret thoughts were exposed so rudely by such a disgusting fool.
Shen Hanxiao walked forward a few words, stretched out a slender finger and pointed at Fu Ci's shoulder with contempt and disdain, again and again, the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a sharp sneer, "You are a homeless fool living in the Lu family, what qualifications do you have to come to ask about the affairs between me and A Yan?"
Fu Ci's muscles, where Chen Hanxiao's fingers had been fiercely prodding him, appeared tense and powerful beneath his thin clothes. Even though he frowned slightly in pain, he didn't flinch at all. Instead, he took a step closer. His shimmering peach blossom eyes, after losing their timidity and helplessness, were now filled with an almost paranoid viciousness. "Because my brother is mine."
"I won't allow anyone to touch him, especially a dirty bastard like you."
This was the first time Shen Hanxiao had heard Fu Ci speak so much in all the years he had known him. For a moment, he was stunned by his strong attitude and fierce eyes.
By the time he reacted, Fu Ci had already picked up Lu Shiyan and walked out of the box. He was actually controlled by a fool?
This discovery made Shen Hanxiao's face gloomy, his chest heaving violently, and he was obviously extremely angry. The moment he turned around, he kicked the coffee table over in anger.
Several priceless bottles of Romanee-Conti on the marble coffee table were all smashed to the ground, making a harsh shattering sound, just like his heart at the moment, panic-stricken, sad and bitter.
Outside the Misty Club, Uncle Wang saw Fu Ci carrying Lu Shiyan out and immediately opened the car door to greet him. He immediately asked worriedly, "Second Young Master, is the eldest young master okay?"
Fu Ci's face was still a little ugly, and he shook his head, "Uncle Wang is fine, brother drank too much, let's go home."
Along the way, Fu Ci stared at Lu Shiyan who was sleeping soundly in his arms. He had lost his usual coldness and aloofness, and was now unbelievably well-behaved. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or furious?
The strong aroma of wine and the faint fragrance intertwined and hit his nose, making him frown unhappily, but he was reluctant to push Lu Shiyan away. Fu Ci, feeling depressed, could only sulk by himself.
After returning to the Lu family manor, Zhou Li had gone to the party and had not returned yet. Lu Shiyu finished his meal and washed up, watching cartoons in the living room. When he saw Fu Ci coming back with Lu Shiyan in his arms, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed over like a little firecracker, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Fu Ci was now filled with anger and resentment that he had nowhere to vent, and he was too lazy to bother with the little brat, so he walked past Lu Shiyu and went upstairs.
Lu Shiyu wanted to chase after him, but was persuaded by Uncle Wang, "Young Master, don't worry. The eldest master is fine, he's just drunk."
"Then I'll ask Aunt Liu to make some sobering soup for my brother." When Lu Shiyu saw that his chance to show off had come, he immediately stopped watching the cartoon and ran diligently to the nanny's room to find Aunt Liu.
Fu Ci gently placed him on the bed. Seeing that Lu Shiyan was not sleeping well, he went to the bathroom, wet a towel, and wiped his face and his slightly red neck. He also helped him change into comfortable pajamas.
After doing all this, seeing that Lu Shiyan's tightly furrowed brows had finally relaxed, he knelt beside the bed and looked at Lu Shiyan with burning eyes. Lu Shiyan had lost his former coldness and aloofness, and was now extremely well-behaved after falling asleep. He couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart.
Lu Shiyan had no idea how cute and attractive he was when he fell asleep, so if he had been a step later, would he have been molested by that dirty guy Shen Hanxiao?
Thinking of this possibility, Fu Ci could no longer suppress the bloodthirsty anger hidden in his heart. His rough fingertips caressed Lu Shiyan's soft lips, his eyes gradually darkened, and he kissed him fiercely as if to vent his anger.
Lu Shiyan felt as if the already thin air was being snatched away by force. He wanted to open his mouth and breathe deeply, but the root of his tongue was tightly wrapped around it, making it numb and trembling. Even his soft lips were bitten by the sharp teeth, leaving a bloody mark. He hissed in pain, his voice extremely hoarse after being drunk, "It hurts..."
Fu Ci, whose eyes were bloodshot with anger, said in a savage voice with a hint of grievance, "It's okay if it hurts!"
"Let's see if brother dares to mess with the cats and dogs outside?"
Lu Shiyan moaned softly, not knowing that this would make Fu Ci even more crazy. He pressed his lips against Fu Ci's, as if swearing, "Brother, you are mine."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Lu Shiyu's voice, "Brother, I brought you some hangover soup."
Fu Ci suddenly woke up from his confused state and quickly pulled his hand out from Lu Shiyan's waist. Only then did he remember that his brother was just drunk and not drugged.
What if my brother suddenly woke up just now?
Fu Ci's breathing stagnated, and he didn't dare to think about it any further. Whenever he thought of his brother's extremely disgusted look at him, he felt as if he was about to suffocate, and a slight chill ran down his spine.
Lu Shiyu's hurried call rang out again outside the door, "Brother, I'll bring it to you..." Fu Ci opened the door, and in front of Lu Shiyu's surprised eyes that had not yet fully opened their eyes, he quickly took the sobering soup in his hand and closed the door again.
Lu Shiyu looked at the door that closed again, and knocked on it angrily and anxiously, "Fu Ci, this is my brother's room, why don't you let me in?"
Fu Ci was annoyed by his noise, so he opened the door and stared down at him, "You should go back to sleep."
Lu Shiyu looked at his ashen face, and the unpleasant memories of the previous times came to his mind all at once. He was so scared that he screamed and ran back to his room.
Fu Ci turned around with the sobering soup and saw that Lu Shiyan had woken up. He wondered if he was woken up by Lu Shiyu's howling voice.
Or is it because he is sober now?
Lu Shiyan leaned against the head of the bed and gently pressed the corner of his bitten lip with his fingertips. A trace of annoyance welled up in his watery eyes. It seemed that he had drunk too much and even bit his lip.
Lu Shiyan looked up at Fu Ci, his expression a little awkward for a moment, but he still tried to remain calm, "Ah Ci, did Uncle Wang pick me up?"
"Leave the hangover soup here. I'll drink it myself."
Fu Ci walked over, but did not put down the hangover soup. Instead, he sat down beside Lu Shiyan's bed, scooped up a spoonful of the soup, blew on it gently, and then stubbornly handed it to Lu Shiyan's mouth. He did not say anything, just waiting for Lu Shiyan to speak.
Seeing him like this, Lu Shiyan sighed softly and didn't say much. He just silently cooperated with him to finish the sobering soup in the spoon.
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