Chapter 19 Holding Hands

Fu Yian brought Yu Cheng to present gifts to Old Master Yan and exchanged a few polite words with him.

Both lived in the capital, and Mr. Yan and Mr. Fu actually had a very good relationship and often drank tea and fished together.

Fu Yian didn't say much about Yan Yu, but just introduced Yu Cheng to his grandfather seriously.

The old man happily asked Yu Cheng a few questions, and Yu Cheng answered them very crisply and beautifully.

Mr. Yan praised Fu Yi'an for his good teaching.

The unhappy mood that Fu Yian had felt because of Yan Yu just now slowly dissipated.

After leaving Master Yan's place, Fu Yian took Yu Cheng to get to know many people at the banquet.

Whether because they truly valued Yu Cheng or because of Fu Yian's face, everyone was very polite to Yu Cheng all night.

Yu Cheng was delighted that others regarded him and his brother as one, and the polite smile in his eyes became more genuine.

Presumably, the quarrel that had taken place between him and Yan Yu in the back was discovered by Yan's family, as Yan Yu was not seen that night.

Fu Yian felt that he had met most of the valuable people with Yu Cheng, so he didn't stay long and quickly said goodbye to Yan Mingyi and left.

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Fu Yian ignored the gazes of other people at the banquet and walked out of the manor gate with Yu Cheng.

The fingers holding the pen, who have been sitting in the office all year round, are slender and slim, like fine white jade carefully carved, forming a contrast with the other broad palm with a thin band.

Yu Cheng lowered his head, not daring to use any strength in his hands, for fear that the rubbing of his palm would rub against the other warm and soft palm.

He hadn't felt anything before at a crowded banquet, but now that they had walked out of the noisy manor, the two of them were alone, walking quietly under the street lights, and Yu Cheng suddenly felt his fingertips itching.

He clenched his other hand tightly, his nails digging into the palm of his hand. The pain stimulated his brain and temporarily relieved the itchy feeling on the hand that was being held, as if it was being bitten by ants.

"Should we go to a restaurant or go home and ask the kitchen to prepare something for us?"

After Fu Yian came out, he let go of Yu Cheng's hand and took out his cell phone to contact the driver.

The palm of his hand suddenly fell away, and Yu Cheng twisted his thumb and index finger forcefully.

"Go home."

He didn't want to go anywhere at the moment. He just wanted to stay in a private space with Fu Yian and enjoy the fact that his brother only had eyes for him.

The word "brother" that Yan Yu emphasized was still circling in his mind, forming an inconsolable irritation lingering in Yu Cheng's heart.

He couldn't figure out what was going on, he just felt that he was somewhat unsatisfied.

He didn't want Fu Yian to let go of his hand easily, and he always felt that there was something missing between them.

But his brother has been very good to him, and he is even willing to give the Yan family the cold shoulder for him.

But he just felt it was not enough.

He wanted more.

But he just couldn't catch that glimmer of inspiration, and the darkness in Yu Cheng's eyes became darker and darker.

Fu Yian didn't notice Yu Cheng's emotions. It didn't matter to him where to go.

He simply asked the driver to drive back to Fu's house.

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The moonlight was bright, casting shadows in the yard. The two osmanthus trees on the opposite corners of the yard swayed their branches in the wind.

The light in the house was a little on, and even on a hot summer night, the breeze blowing across the pond brought a slight coolness.

Fu Jinglun sat leisurely at the stone table in the yard drinking tea.

Kang Wenhai pushed open the door of the room and walked in, stood beside Fu Jinglun and smiled.

"The young master is back. He just went to the backyard to have someone cook for him."

Fu Jinglun raised one eyebrow and looked sideways at Kang Wenhai: "What about that kid named Yu?"

Kang Wenhai clicked his tongue.

"The young master really protected him and had a falling out with the young master of the Yan family."

Old Master Yan had already mentioned the marriage between the two families to Fu Jinglun.

However, Fu Jinglun didn't like arranging marriages for young people, so he simply refused.

But he knew that Mr. Yan would not give up easily. Upon hearing that he had fallen out, Fu Jinglun slapped his thigh.

"I knew they were both like vixens!"

Kang Wenhai sighed: "When I was young, people also said the same thing about Madam."

He looked at the photo that Fu Jinglun always carried with him.

Fu Jinglun glared: "How can they be the same?"

"I fell in love with my wife at first sight! It was destined by God!"

"Those two guys were still little chicks when they met. Where did the affection come from?"

Kang Wenhai responded repeatedly as if it was normal.

Fu Jinglun snorted coldly.

"When I first saw Lao Yu's children in Hong Kong, I felt that he must be very cunning and even warned Lao Yu."

"I didn't expect that in the last letter Lao Yu sent me a few years ago, he said that he would give up his position to this guy in the end."

"Only my grandson, that idiot, would still raise someone like a child."

Kang Wenhai also knew that the head of the Yu family had been replaced.

He thought silently, perhaps everyone has his own destiny.

The Fu family is always like this.

Mr. Fu has been holding his wife's photo for twenty years.

After Fu Jianbo married a woman he didn't love, he met Yu Cheng's mother Bai Wan, but he couldn't get her.

Now, Fu Yi'an, the smartest young man in the entire Fu family, is obsessed with a man.

Even Fu Laoyuan, who was in the capital, heard every move to pave the way for him.

No one can tell who else.

Kang Wenhai shook his head.

"What are you going to eat in the middle of the night? Just ask the kitchen to make a few dishes to go with it."

Fu Jinglun was a little annoyed because he had a grudge against Yu when he was young.

Later, when I got older, all the people I knew died, leaving only the two of them. They did feel a sense of sympathy for each other and would occasionally contact each other and talk about the past.

Unexpectedly, the descendants of the Yu family came to their Fu family again, and the old man Yu even boasted to him that he had an heir.

Originally, Fu Jinglun didn't care. After all, he felt that Fu Yian was definitely much better than others.

Now, seeing with his own eyes the grandson he was so proud of protecting the grandson of his arch-enemy, he was furious.

Kang Wenhai responded and went to say hello to the kitchen.

*

Fu Yian and Yu Cheng had just sat down in the west wing restaurant. There were two bowls of beef noodles on the table.

He didn't plan to bother the kitchen to do anything in the middle of the night, so he just planned to make do and not let Yu Cheng, the little boy, go hungry.

Before he had taken a few bites, the restaurant door was pushed open.

The chef brought four more dishes on a cart.

“How do you do so much?”

Fu Yian was stunned for a moment, then he ordered two bowls of beef noodles.

Chef Lao Qiao put the plates on the table and said, "Master, we heard that you are back. Let us make a few more dishes."

"It turns out that the old man loves you the most!"

Although Fu Yian was puzzled, he still said, "Thank you, Uncle Qiao."

Old Qiao clapped his hands and said, "No way, I am old and don't eat spicy food. My cooking skills are useless. Young Master, please eat quickly. These are all for your liking!"

After he finished speaking, he left. Fu Yian looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table. He had similar tastes to Yu Cheng, so he patted him on the shoulder.

"Eat it."

"Come with me to the branch tomorrow and I'll show you the structure of Fu's and introduce you to Second Uncle."

Yu Cheng paused holding the chopsticks, his dark eyes were dark, and he said softly:

"Brother, why do you always want me to understand Fu's?"

If his brother had been so open with him before, Yu Cheng would only feel happy.

But after hearing Yan Yu's words that night, he felt that this true brotherhood could not satisfy his desires at all.

Fu Yian looked at him strangely, not quite understanding why the protagonist would ask such a question.

Could it be that this brat still thinks he is testing him?

Fu Yian frowned and said as a matter of course: "You are my brother. When you grow up, the Fu family will be yours sooner or later."

"But my last name is not Fu."

Everyone knows that he has nothing to do with the Fu family.

Hearing this, Fu Yian was stunned.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.

What can he say?