Even the Big Bad Wolf is heartbroken.
The Di family mansion was a scene of bustling activity in the main hall, with elegant women in their lingerie and hair framing the interior; however, the inner rooms were a chaotic mess.
Di Yue was outside helping his parents entertain guests, while inside the house were children from the compound and classmates from school, all noisily playing and having a great time. Only Fu Jia remained, his face cold as he played a game. He gripped the controller tightly, his eyes fiercely fixed on the screen as the battle raged on. He looked less like a gamer and more like someone seeking revenge on society.
"Hey! What's wrong with you today, buddy? You look like you're attending a funeral at the boss's birthday party." Xi Ming leaned over and put his arm around Fu Jia, acting like they were best buddies. All the kids in the compound were clever and quick-witted. Fu Jia had many followers and a lot of influence, so no one dared to offend him. Di Yue was good-looking but had a lot of bad intentions and was not someone to mess with. Xi Ming, on the other hand, was handsome and dashing, the most outspoken and carefree, but playing the innocent and charming card was his specialty. So, if they both made a mistake, if Fu Jia got punished, most of the kids in the compound would suffer—it was a case of "too many to be punished," and since his family spoiled him, he rarely got hit. If it were Di Yue, he would definitely deny everything, then look down on the other punished kids with an innocent, pure-hearted attitude, and might even help the adults scold them. As for Xi Ming, he would cry his eyes out, making it known to everyone, and then go to the adult who loved him most to beg for forgiveness. The adult knew what he was up to, but seeing his pleas that he'd cry himself to death if he didn't forgive him, the adult couldn't bear it. He used this trick every time, and it never failed him. Therefore, of the three, Fu Jia had the best public support, Di Yue was ruthless, and Xi Ming was definitely a master actor!
Fu Jia ignored this persistent pest and continued playing her game in silence. Xi Ming, seemingly unfazed by the rebuff, continued, "Ignoring me? You really don't want to talk to me? Let me guess what happened to you today." Xi Ming stroked his nonexistent beard and began to play the role of a fortune teller.
"Pork prices have gone up?" Fu Jia didn't react.
"The stock price has dropped?" Fu Jia still didn't respond.
"Is the party too boring?" Fu Jia didn't respond.
"Isn't the girl pretty enough?" Fu Jia persisted, but still didn't react.
"Hey, Fu Jia, you didn't really break up with your boyfriend, did you?" This time, Fu Jia couldn't remain silent.
"Get lost! You're the one who's heartbroken! Your whole family is heartbroken!" Fu Jia reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately bristling and glaring at him angrily.
"You really did get dumped! Oh dear, tell me right now which heroine caused your heartbreak, I absolutely have to go and thank her!" Xi Ming shamelessly followed Fu Jia around. Fu Jia usually bullied him enough, and now that he had the chance, he naturally grinned and carried a small bucket to pour salt into Fu Jia's little wound. Therefore, some people called Xi Ming and Di Yue "sharp-tongued and malicious," the former being sarcastic and the latter malicious. Most people wouldn't dare to provoke their skills, except for Fu Jia, of course.
He was already feeling frustrated and just wanted to vent his anger on someone. Now, he'd stumbled upon a perfect target. Who else would he beat up but him? He slammed his elbow into Xi Ming's chest. As Xi Ming clutched his chest in pain, he lifted him up and slammed him against the back of the sofa. Before Fu Jia could even throw his left and right hooks, Xi Ming was already clutching Fu Jia's fists, yelling, "Have mercy, my apologies!" Fu Jia ignored him, about to give him another beating, when Xi Ming suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Second brother, second brother, don't get so worked up. I didn't guess you were dumped; someone told me!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Jia exclaimed: "Damn it! I just broke up with someone? Ugh! I was in a bad mood and people spread rumors that I broke up with someone? How am I supposed to live with myself after this?!" "Who said that?" Fu Jia was still holding him down on the sofa, her eyes flashing with malice.
"Your sister, Fu Huiyao. Really, I'm not lying to you, please let me go..." Before Fu Jia could release him, Xi Ming felt a sharp kick on his leg. He cried out "Ouch!" and jumped up, clutching his foot. He looked at the pretty girl's high heels with a wronged expression: "Are you kidding me? Wearing such a weapon and still daring to kick someone, are you trying to kill me?" Fu Huiyao, standing in front of him, looked furious: "I kicked you! You have such a foul mouth and a lisp! When did I tell you my brother broke up with his girlfriend?"
"Tsk tsk, so you call him 'brother' when you're in the wrong? You're usually so tough, why don't you be a little tougher! You didn't tell me, but you did tell Di Yue, didn't you?"
Fu Jia stared at Fu Huiyao expressionlessly, making her palms sweat profusely, but she still pretended to be indifferent and waved her hand: "Judging from your expression, everyone knows you've broken up with your boyfriend without me having to say it!"
The more she explained, the more dangerous it seemed, so she decided to make a quick retreat: "Uh... well, I'll go find Di Yue first, you calm down." Then, as she walked to the door, she turned back and added, "I know it's because of Xiao Tong. You can't even handle her, you're such a failure."
"Depend on!"
Actually, Fu Huiyao, like Xi Ming, enjoyed defying the grain of salt and rubbing it into Fu Jia's wounds. Because his life had been far too smooth. But thank goodness, he finally encountered his setback.
Fu Jia was still feeling down when today's main character, Di Yue, walked in, followed by Xi Ming and Fu Huiyao, who had just escaped. Standing next to him was a beautiful woman with a slender waist, long legs, narrow shoulders, and a large bust—the kind of sexy figure that women envy most, yet she had a pure and innocent face. Xi Ming, having forgotten his past hurt, proudly introduced her to him, "Come, come, let me introduce you to a girl, she's like a fairy."
Fu Jia remained gloomy. After glancing at the girl, he also glanced at Fu Huiyao and said coolly, "These days, younger sisters are the least valuable."
Fu Huiyao glared at her, but she still had to restrain herself in front of Di Yue.
Di Yue, who was the first to sit down, smiled and then casually said, "This is my cousin, Yan Xin."
Fu Jia then looked at her seriously, gave a polite but distant nod, and said, "Hello." He then turned back to his game and continued fighting. It was clear that he wasn't interested in her.
"Brother Fu, don't you remember me?" The girl continued to chat with him in a familiar tone, hoping he would remember her. Fu Huiyao, who had been standing behind, felt a chill run down her spine when she heard her address. She was a grown woman; she couldn't stand it, shook her head, opened the door, and left.
Fu Jia was also a little embarrassed. It had been years since anyone had called him that, had it? But being called that by a beautiful woman greatly satisfied his wounded pride, and he felt quite pleased with himself. He tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then said matter-of-factly, "I don't remember."
"I'm Xinzi, the one who always played behind you when we were little. Oh, and I still have the little rocking horse you gave me!" She didn't seem to care about Fu Jia's coldness and sat down close to him as usual.
“Xinzi—” Fu Jia murmured the name, then suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: “Xinzi? Is that the Xinzi who helped me lie to my dad…?” As a child, Fu Jia was the king of the kids in the compound, always leading a group of children in what they thought were noble deeds. The parents in the compound all warned their daughters to stay away from this troublemaker, except for the competitive Fu Huiyao and the ever-present, neglected Yan Xin, who was sent there every summer but never properly supervised. That one summer, Fu Jia gathered a group of brothers for an “adventure.” Fu Jia declared himself captain, appointed several squad leaders to manage the group, and then bravely set off for the suburbs. Along the way, the boys sang military songs, and Fu Huiyao and Yan Xin broke willow branches and collected duck eggs, attracting the attention of many passing adults. This greatly encouraged the boys, who sang even more enthusiastically and went further and further.
Finally, they came to a river. It wasn't wide, and several dilapidated fishing boats were moored under a large bridge. Fu Jia had never been on a rowboat like this before, and he was incredibly excited. He jumped onto one of the boats in two quick steps, but as soon as he got on, he felt the rocking motion. Unsteady and flustered, he hurriedly jumped off the boat, his movements clumsy and exaggerated. The usually arrogant Fu Jia finally had a moment of embarrassment, and some of the children who usually disliked him seized the opportunity to laugh at him. Fu Jia, somewhat embarrassed and angry, shouted, "Whoever can stay on the middle boat for a minute—no, a minute and a half—I'll make him the boss! Do you dare?!"
The boys were eager to try, and one, slightly impatient, rushed onto the boat first. He jumped onto the middle boat in a few quick steps. The boat, shaken violently, swayed wildly, and before he could regain his footing, he was thrown overboard into the river, and the boat capsized. Seeing this, Fu Jia immediately jumped in to rescue him, but the boy was not only strong but also struggled fiercely. Fortunately, Fu Jia was good at swimming and, with great effort, finally managed to pull the dazed and disoriented fat boy ashore. This delay meant that by the time they got home, it was completely dark. The adults in each family had been anxiously waiting for them, and seeing them return in such a disheveled state, every family started to punish them severely. The cries of children filled the courtyard. Fu Jia, as the culprit, naturally received even more punishment. Although Fu Shaohua was stern, he always loved his children, and this time, ignoring Li Funing's objections, he pulled out his belt and began to beat Fu Jia's bottom. Just as he was about to hit him a few times, a pretty little girl stood at the door and said to Fu's father in a clear, childlike voice, "Uncle, please don't hit him. Today, I asked Brother Li to pick up my shoe because it fell off the boat. He didn't notice and it fell into the river. Brother Fu saved him."
"How did you end up on the boat with your shoes?" Fu Shaohua asked her, holding a leather belt.
"I just wanted to go on the boat for some fun, but I didn't expect it to be so unstable that I jumped back in fright and left one shoe on the boat." Yan Xin stated without changing his expression. Fu Jia, who had been beaten and had his pants pulled down, was almost convinced that this was the truth and quickly chimed in, "I also saved Fatty Li!"
Seeing this, Li Funing hurriedly tried to persuade Fu Shaohua, yelling at Fu Jia, "What are you trying to save me for! You still have the nerve to talk back? Go to the study and copy the calligraphy a hundred times! Don't eat until you've finished!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Jia immediately pulled up his pants and stood up, his eyes still brimming with tears he hadn't yet shed. He secretly smiled and gave Yan Xin, who was standing at the door, a thumbs-up. Having narrowly escaped disaster, Fu Jia happily went to copy calligraphy, listening to the other unfortunate souls wailing and howling as he did so. Later, to express his gratitude, Fu Jia gave Yan Xin a small toy, showing concern for this little sister he hadn't previously paid much attention to. But as Yan Xin went abroad, this friendship was gradually forgotten by him.
The stunningly beautiful woman standing before him was none other than the little sister who had helped him when they were children. Recalling everything, Fu Jia immediately became affectionate towards the girl: "I remember! How could I not remember, Xiao Xinzi!" He then patted her shoulder to comfort her.
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Yan Xin finally appeared! LOL~ Such a young age and already such a talented actress. Speaking of which, when I was little, the ringleader took us to play by the river, and when we got home, we all got a good beating. Nobody got away with it! o(╯□╰)o
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