[Chapter 81 Chapter 241 Fu Yan Extra]
"You bastard of the Fu family! You are clearly my son, so why do you have the surname Fu? Why!"
Little Fu Yan curled up on the ground, helplessly protecting his head from the man's beating and insults.
Whenever Wu Liao drank, he would come back and catch Fu Yan and beat and scold him.
Fu Yan lay there with a numb expression. He was already used to his behavior.
It was not until Wu Liao got tired of kicking and turned away that he slowly got up from the ground.
The servants around him pointed at him and some of them, in order to curry favor with Wu Liao, deliberately pushed him to the ground after he got up.
The places on his body where Wu Liao kicked him hurt a lot. Fu Yan wanted to cry, but his tears could no longer come out.
He limped to his mother's yard.
This place has completely become an abandoned house of the Fu family. Because Fu's mother died so tragically, not many people come here.
Fu Yan walked to Fu's mother's bed, his expression numb and confused.
"Mom, why doesn't Dad like me?"
"Did Yan'er do something wrong?"
"If I change my last name to Wu, will Dad like me?"
Wu Liao often talked about the fact that his surname was not Wu. Fu Yan, who was only five years old, thought that this was the reason why Wu Liao disliked him.
No one could answer Fu Yan's doubts.
He lay on the hard bed for a long time, and after a while, a painful groan came from his throat.
"Mom, my stomach hurts... and I'm so hungry..."
Fu Yan slid down from the bed, covering his stomach with his little hands. He curled up on the cold ground, twitching unconsciously.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew outside the door, and Fu Yan's messy hair was pressed down by something.
The withered yellow leaves were carried into the room by the wind, and Fu Yan, who had been curled up on the ground, suddenly relaxed.
A faint sigh was heard in the silent air.
The long sigh was full of helplessness, but more of it was self-blame for being powerless.
"It's not your fault..."
Fu Yan, who was unconscious, did not hear this sigh.
After waking up, the painful days continued.
Being beaten, scolded, and insulted by servants, this kind of life continued until Fu Yan was fourteen years old.
Over the years, every time he thought he was going to die, he would miraculously wake up the next day.
While he was unconscious, there was always a voice in his ear telling him over and over again to stay alive and that someone would come to save him.
Before the age of seven, Fu Yan still had hope. After the age of seven, he understood one thing clearly.
No one would come to rescue him.
Fu's mother named him Fu Yan, Yan, because she hoped that he would become a gentleman who is elegant, polite and well-read.
But Fu Yan felt that his inkstone should be "disgusted".
Disgusted with disgust, disgusted with dislike.
Otherwise why doesn't anyone love him?
Why didn't anyone come to rescue him?
Fu Yan lived in a daze for more than ten years, until Wu Liaoma went crazy (sudden death from sexual excitement) and died unexpectedly, and his hellish days finally came to an end.
"You little bastard! Give me back my son! Ah! My son!"
Fu Yan looked expressionlessly at the woman who fell to the ground with blood all over her body. His calm heart suddenly began to beat violently.
The crimson blood was like a stimulant, adding a touch of emotion to Fu Yan's calm expression.
He clenched the stick in his hand, and a voice in his mind kept urging him to beat the woman in front of him to death.
Fu Yan walked forward with a smile, holding the stick high.
The young stepmother fainted from fright when he raised the stick. Fu Yan had no intention of stopping. When he was about to bring the stick down, a gust of wind blew towards him.
The wind gently touched his face, and in a trance, he seemed to hear his mother's voice.
This call brought back his lost sanity.
Fu Yan dropped the stick and left the house to find the housekeeper who was fired by Wu Liao after his mother passed away.
After the butler returned, he signed up for the army.
The fighting on the battlefield and several near-death experiences made Fu Yan find the meaning of life.
He roamed the battlefield madly, and because of his cruel methods, many people were afraid to approach him, and even unwilling to be in the same team with him.
There was no brother who was trustworthy and could be relied upon before he rescued the adjutant.
The adjutant was one year older than him and always took care of him out of habit in life, but Fu Yan was not used to it and felt it was fake.
He tried several times to drive the adjutant away and let him go with other people, but every time, the adjutant would come back on his own.
I couldn't drive him away, and he would always call me brother with a smile.
Obviously, he is older than him.
Fu Yan thought that as long as he knew his cruelty, the adjutant would leave.
No one would want to follow him anyway.
But this time, he seemed wrong.
The adjutant couldn't be driven away, so he stayed by his side.
He will still take care of him and shamelessly call him brother.
But why?
Doesn't he think he is scary?
Doesn't he think he's annoying?
Fu Yan couldn't figure it out, and because of his adjutant, more and more people followed him.
They would always imitate the adjutant and call him brother with a smile.
Fu Yan didn't know how to react, but he seemed to like this place a little.
The war could not last forever. After receiving the transfer order and mission from his superiors, he returned home after several years.
Back to that place full of pain.
But it seems a little different.
He met Wen Shinian.
He didn't know what love was, but the first time he saw her, he knew that he wanted her very much!
She is so beautiful and so fragile.
If she knew his true face, she would definitely cry, right?
Will you hate him?
Fu Yan pulled Wen Shinian, masochistically wanting to let her see his true face.
He thought that Wen Shinian would be afraid of him, or even disgusted with him.
But I never expected...
"Ayan, you are still too kind."
???
Is he kind?
Kind...?
Fu Yan looked at the man who was being tortured to the point of being skinned alive by him, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.
"To treat such a person, you should break his fingers one by one, sprinkle chili peppers on the wounds, and pour ginger water on them."
"If possible, keep him awake and then slowly peel off his skin."
That's what she said, beautiful and fragile.
On that day, the spy, who refused to speak no matter what, confessed everything he knew after they left.
Fu Yan got the news and turned his head to look at her sitting on his lap.
She was lowering her head, her slender, pink fingers rubbing the calluses on his hands.
Noticing his gaze, she raised her eyes and looked at him with tenderness in them.
At that moment, the heart felt like it was wrapped in warm water.
Fu Yan hung up the phone and kissed her with an itchy heart.
He really, really likes her.
"Nian Nian, do you like me?"
"I like it. I like it very much."
Wen Shinian stroked his face and kept his eyes on him while speaking.
The burning emotion in her eyes was conveyed to him without a single mistake.
Fu Yan raised the corner of his lips and hugged her tightly.
A breeze blew gently overhead. Fu Yan looked up and saw a blurry figure.
He stared at the figure for a long time, until the figure disappeared from his sight with the wind.
Fu Yan tilted his head and chuckled.
Mother, were you the one who sent her to me?
If so, please bless me and let me meet her in the next life.
I really, really like her and want to rekindle our relationship.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
