Chapter 83
"Oh, okay," Feng Jiande sat down awkwardly.
Lin Meiyue couldn't bear to see her husband being bullied, especially by her nephew, but she didn't dare to get angry in front of him. Not only was Fu Yu's personality difficult to deal with, but also because the Fu family was so powerful that crushing them would be like crushing an ant.
"Um...sister, this..." She stammered a few words in grievance.
They dare not say anything, but their mothers can teach them a lesson.
Feng Xiuya was the type with a temper that changed from good to bad. When she was in a good mood, she could call him "Xiao Yu", but when she got angry, she could turn hostile in an instant. She glared at Qiu Zijie and said, "Fu Yu, I don't care if you raise strange things, but what does it mean to let it eat on the table? Are you comparing your mother, your uncle, and your aunt to dogs?"
"Or should I go down?" Qiu Zijie yelled at Fu Yu.
Feng Jiande and his wife were definitely good-for-nothings, but he had no idea what grudge there was between Fu Yu and his mother, so it was better for him not to get involved.
A hand fell on his head and rubbed it. Fu Yu laughed and said, "You are you, and he is him."
Feng Xiuya's complexion improved slightly.
The next sentence made her even more angry.
"How can you compare with him? Are you worthy?"
Everyone present was slapped in the face by Fu Yu.
Feng Xiuya pointed at Fu Yu, wanting her son to get out. Feng Jiande quickly walked around the table and held her down: "Xiuya, don't be angry. Sit down first. Fu Yu finally came back to eat. We should all be happy."
Feng Xiuya controlled her temper.
"I know, what Fu Yu did just now was not targeting us, he just loves dogs. Just sit at the table to eat, it's nothing. People who like pets also sleep with their dogs and cats, don't they?" Feng Jiande perfectly demonstrated what a reasonable and good uncle is.
By the way, he glared at his wife and told her not to meddle in the matter.
We still need to attract investment!
Lin Meiyue curled her lips.
Now that Qiu Zijie was there to eat, there was one set of cutlery missing from the table. Aunt Zhou promptly replaced it and then quickly cleared away.
"Eat, eat. These are all dishes made by your mother herself. Aunt Zhou just helped out today," Feng Jiande greeted.
Fu Yu picked up a piece of braised pork ribs from the plate in front of him, took a bite and threw it into the bowl, saying, "Uncle, I remember you mentioned to me some time ago that you wanted to do an entertainment variety show?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Feng Jiande immediately smiled, not minding that there was a husky between him and his nephew, and said, "I want to organize a large-scale, long-term program that imitates the most popular variety shows abroad and adds my own ideas. It will definitely be more popular. Moreover, I have had dinner and talked with the director of Xinhai Satellite TV, and he also agrees..."
"Yeah," Fu Yu responded from time to time, as if he was listening carefully but also as if he didn't care at all.
Qiu Zijie looked at him and then at Feng Jiande.
"sneeze--"
He shook his head and sneezed into Feng Jiande's bowl.
Feng Jiande: “….”
I cursed in my heart: Damn dog.
"Uncle, you should eat more too," Fu Yu put a chicken wing into Feng Jiande's bowl, and the other party didn't even have time to wipe it with a tissue.
"Haha," Feng Jiande smiled bitterly, "I'll eat it."
Just as he started to eat the chicken wings, Qiu Zijie from the next door also started to eat the chicken, and the large medium-sized chicken wings were fatter than the chicken wings. After eating, he licked his lips and looked at Fu Yu, who picked up another piece for him.
Feng Jiande had to swallow his anger.
After dinner, several people sat down in the dining room, and Feng Xiu Ya asked Aunt Zhou to pour a few cups of tea.
Qiu Zijie has been observing Fu Yu's mother. Feng Xiuya would occasionally interject a few words, but mostly kept silent. The look in her eyes when she stared at Fu Yu could not be described as fondness, but only complexity. Occasionally, she would be distracted and think about other things.
But even when she was distracted, she still maintained an elegance while sitting upright.
"Which celebrities does your uncle plan to invite?" Fu Yu asked.
"I think that top stars have great influence and many fans, so they can quickly increase the popularity of the program. For example, Wei Xingchen, his popularity is now at its peak..."
Qiu Zijie jumped onto the sofa where they were sitting and walked past Lin Meiyue.
Lin Meiyue felt crowded and pushed back a little in annoyance, but she didn't dare to use force. Qiu Zijie came behind Feng Jiande again, stood up immediately and pounced on his back.
"Ouch!" Feng Jiande was caught off guard and fell forward.
"Uncle, don't mind it," Fu Yu crossed his legs and said leisurely, "Xiao Ha is saying that he likes you."
"Hey, hey," Feng Jiande dared not object, "Then let me continue. In addition to Wei Xingchen, there is also...ah!"
Qiu Zijie kicked him again.
"There are others who are as famous as him, ah——"
Got kicked for the third time.
Lin Meiyue wanted to get angry, but Fu Yu showed that he was very interested in the variety show and said, "Uncle, please continue."
"Okay, Gao Qian, who is as famous as him, is not bad either, ahhhhh!!!"
Its front paws had already rested on the back of Feng Jiande's head, and it was stomping on his brain frantically.
Feng Jiande felt like he was hit by stones again and again. His ears were buzzing, his vision was black, and his chest was so stuffy that he felt like vomiting blood.
"Fu Yu, he is your uncle! How can you let your dog treat him like this!" Lin Meiyue couldn't help it anymore and pushed Qiu Zijie away.
Qiu Zijie jumped off the sofa, ran to the single sofa where Fu Yu was sitting, and chewed the armrest of the sofa as if it had nothing to do with him.
Fu Yu said: "I always thought that my uncle was in good health, but it turns out that he became weak after playing with Xiao Ha for a while. How can he do business and carry out projects?"
"No, no, no, I'm in good health. Don't listen to your aunt's nagging," Feng Jiande interrupted quickly and patted his chest to prove it.
He coughed again after this slap. Just now Qiu Zijie kept kicking his back. If he wasn't so big, he would have almost squatted on his head.
"I have something else to do, uncle, let's talk another day," Fu Yu stood up.
Feng Jiande didn't want him to leave just like that, so he held him back and said anxiously, "Come on, you don't have to be busy with work so late at night, why don't we sit down and chat for a while?"
"Jiande, haven't you figured it out yet?" Lin Meiyue began to look stern. "Your nephew is just perfunctory and doesn't want to invest in you at all, sister," she shouted, bringing Feng Xiuya back to her senses. "Jiande and I wanted to give our nephew a share of our profits, no matter how much or how little, so we wanted to get him to invest. But not only did he look down on us, he also used a dog to insult us, making us feel like a nobody."
"Didn't you give Xiao Ha to me?" Fu Yu said coldly.
Lin Meiyue choked.
Feng Xiuya, who was sitting on the sofa at the other end, stood up. At this moment, her eyes were filled with the same gloom as when Fu Yu was in a very bad mood. The mother and son were surprisingly alike at this moment.
Feng Xiu Ya walked towards Fu Yu, changing her gentle tone on the phone and started to rebuke him: "Fu Yu, you were born by me. Although your last name is Fu now, my blood is still flowing in your body. You, me, and your uncle are a family. If you don't help your uncle, who will you help?"
"Do you think those Fu guys will treat you as family and be on the same page with you? You're dreaming!"
"Think about how Fu Chengye treated you back then," Feng Xiuya became more and more excited, her eyes bulging, not even a bit of elegance left. "He took your life to fight his rival, and you were only seven years old at the time. Why didn't he take Fu Chen or Fu Yan at risk, but you?"
Fu Yu looked at her coldly: "Who is that? Who sent me to the Fu family in the first place?"
Qiu Zijie was stuck between them, looking up at the two faces.
Rather than saying that Feng Xiu Ya was helping her brother to attract investment, it would be more accurate to say that she was venting her own grievances, and their topic had nothing to do with business.
He also noticed that Fu Yu's mother's mental state was unusual, and there was a hint of madness in her expression, as if she was trapped in memories.
"I know you blame me, but in the final analysis it's your own fault. Why are you so useless that you can't please your father?" Feng Xiuya's words were full of sarcasm.
Fu Yu also hit back: "Just like you, you thought that by sending me to the Fu family, Fu Chengye would divorce and marry you, but in the end, the marriage was divorced, and he married someone else in the blink of an eye."
Bang!
Feng Xiuya raised her hand and slapped her son.
Qiu Zijie was startled and quickly raised his legs to urinate on Feng Xiuya's feet.
Zi——
Feeling the warmth pouring down her cheeks, Feng Xiuya lowered her head.
“Aaaaaaaaaa——”
Screams broke through the roof.
Daben left the house and disappeared into the night.
Fu Yu said nothing along the way and his face was gloomy when he returned home. The air in the house was shrouded by his mood, just like the suffocating weather before a thunderstorm.
Qiu Zijie watched him take a can of beer from the refrigerator and go upstairs.
After watching at the stairs for a while, he decided to follow.
The door was only half-open. He wandered around for a while, and first put his nose in through the crack of the door. He stared at the man on the bed with one eye. Fu Yu was leaning on the bed, with one of his long legs casually bent, his forearm resting on his knee, and his fingertips holding an opened beer.
He looked at Qiu Zijie with a slightly cold look and said, "Come in."
Qiu Zijie stopped hiding and walked into the room. He put his front paws on Fu Yu's bed to test his reaction. Seeing that he was not angry, he jumped up. After turning around Fu Yu twice, he lay down and put his head on Fu Yu's legs. "I saw that you were in a bad mood, so I came up to comfort you."
"Do you have a lot of questions to ask?" Fu Yu raised his hand and placed it on Qiu Zijie's head. In fact, he wanted to talk. When he felt depressed, he would also want to find someone to talk to.
A dog is fine too.
Qiu Zijie said: "Yes, I can listen to what you want to say."
After a moment of silence, Fu Yu said, "My mother is Fu Chengye's lover. She is very ambitious and wants to marry into a wealthy family and become Mrs. Fu that my father can publicly acknowledge."
"But Fu Chen is your eldest brother, so your father had a wife at that time, who was Fu Chen's mother?"
"Illegitimate children cannot be seen in public. Fu Chengye never planned to have me. My mother gave birth to me without telling him. Fu Chengye told me this himself," Fu Yu spoke slowly and calmly, but Qiu Zijie felt heavy in his heart.
He immediately picked up a pillow and threw it at the man, saying, "What kind of father is this guy!"
"Let go," Fu Yu grabbed the pillow, "I have to sleep tonight, don't tear it up."
"Okay," Qiu Zijie reluctantly let go.
Fu Yu sat back, holding Qiu Zijie in his arms to make him stay still, and then he talked about his childhood: "When I was five years old, my mother finally reached her limit and left me alone at the door of the villa..."
He still remembered that it was raining that day.
Feng Xiuya held up a black umbrella, took his hand, squatted down and told him: "Xiao Yu, look at this house, this will be your home from now on, do you understand?"
"I don't understand, I have a home," said the little Fu Yu stubbornly, "My home is in Longwan Community, Building 26, Unit 1..."
"Shut up!" Feng Xiuya suddenly said sternly, "How can a place like that be called a home? You are Fu Chengye's son, you should live in a big house like this. From now on, you can't have the surname Feng. Your surname is Fu, and your name is Fu Yu. Do you understand?"
"I don't understand!" Fu Yu shouted, and his chubby little hands clenched the corner of his mother's clothes.
Feng Xiuya forcibly pried his hands apart and stuffed the umbrella into his hands: "Just wait here until your father comes back. If he refuses to acknowledge you, I will find someone to expose him tomorrow and say that he abandoned his own son! I wonder how he will have the nerve to appear on TV in the future."
She said that and left.
Fu Yu threw away his umbrella and ran after his mother. The crackling rain hit his little body and made his lips tremble with cold.
"Mom, Mom, where are you going!" He chased her desperately in the rain.
Feng Xiuya turned around, grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the front door. She pointed at the luxurious villa in front of her and shouted at her son: "Remember, this is your home. You have to live here whether you want to or not. If you leave here, you will be homeless!"
"Mom, don't you want me anymore?" The young face was washed pale by the rain.
In the small world of a five-year-old child, the ones who support that sky are his relatives, his closest parents.
If your parents don’t want you, what’s the difference between that and the world falling apart?
Feng Xiuya took the risk, wiped the water off the child's face, held his face and said solemnly: "Xiao Yu, I tell you, as long as you let your father recognize you, you will always be my good son. If your father doesn't recognize you, you will even lose your mother. Remember!"
"ah--"
“Ahhhh—
“Aaaaaaaaa——”
Fu Yu burst into tears in the rain.
“Ahhhh—
“Ahhhhhhhh…”
.....
“Awoo, awoo—”
“Ooooooooo, oooooo——”
Qiu Zijie raised his neck and howled, speaking up for Fu Yu. After howling, he suddenly broke away from Fu Yu's arms and picked up the pillow. He shook his head and with a crackling sound, the cloth tore, and cotton floated in the air.
Someone's temples jumped.
"I'm telling you my secrets, and you want to do something for me, right?" Fu Yu grabbed one of his paws.
Qiu Zijie was forced to jump and fall onto Fu Yu, who picked him up and walked to the window: "Now I give you two choices, one is to listen to me carefully, and the other is that I throw you out of the window."
"I've been listening to you, and you won't throw me down," Qiu Zijie was sure.
Seeing that Gou Zi had calmed down, Fu Yu carried him back to the bed, wrapped him in a blanket so that only his head was exposed, and continued, "After that, I was indeed recognized by Fu Chengye and was taken to live in the Fu family, but my mother's wish was still unfulfilled. Within half a year, his first wife filed for divorce from Fu Chengye, and after dividing the property, he turned around and married another woman."
"Is it Fu Zhan, your brother's mother?" Qiu Zijie asked.
"She was Xiao Si's mother," Fu Yu just connected, "The funny thing is, Xiao Si was already one year old at that time."
Qiu Zijie was silent.
This means that Fu Chengye had other lovers besides Fu Yu's mother, and he valued Fu Zhan's mother more, so he married her. Fu Zhan was publicly acknowledged and accepted, while Fu Yu was still an illegitimate child.
"Your dad is such a scumbag," even Qiu Zijie, as a bystander, felt the unusual tightness in his chest and the atmosphere.
I also feel very sorry for Fu Yu. As the person involved, how painful it must be.
"Oh," Qiu Zijie sighed. He couldn't move his paws, so he could only move his mouth. He licked Fu Yu's face.
Fu Yu was slightly startled, and looked sideways into the blue eyes. He inexplicably remembered that Fu Zhan was going to marry a dog.
"Ouch?" Qiu Zijie tilted his head and shook his ears.
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