Ch44 - Fu Xiao’s Past

Big smelly socks Fu was fishing for law enforcement.

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In a dream.

The gorgeous red-walled, high-ceilinged Western-style mansion seems to be tinted with a dull light.

 

 

Bang——

The gold-rimmed porcelain cup was thrown out of the door with force, and it rolled on the floor several times and smashed to pieces. 

The silent servant next to him didn’t even lift his head, he just picked up the broken pieces of porcelain numbly. He didn’t know how many times this kind of thing happens every day in this room.

 

They were used to it.

“Don’t move!” A hysterical female voice came from inside, her voice shrill and harsh.

In the room, an eight or nine-year-old boy stood stubbornly in the middle of the room, leaving a bloodstain on his forehead with a few pieces of tea leaves sticking on it.

 

The porcelain cup must have hit the boy hard before it bounced off the ground.

If it shattered like this, the force exerted to throw the cup should not be small.

Bright red blood flowed slowly down the boy’s forehead.

 

But despite this, the little boy did not cry, not even a trace of superfluous expression. 

Because he has long known that apart from silence, no matter what he does, it will only make that person worse.

Song Mingwei sat in the shadows, her face was indistinguishable, looking at the boy in the room, then a distorted and painful smile flashed on her face. She repeated nervously to the boy: “Why is your surname Fu? Why do you keep the blood of the Fu family? It’s all your fault, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this state right now.”

No matter how many times he has heard these words, the boy’s heart has become numb.

It was just that the boy also had a desire for warmth when he was young. 

He once thought that everyone was the same as him, until he secretly watched other children with their mothers. Their mothers smiled tenderly at them, and the little boy finally knew that they were different.

The boy was keenly aware that Song Mingwei didn’t like him.

Why?

Was he not doing good enough, or was he just not good enough. 

In the afternoon, he snuck off to see his nominal brother and saw the innocent, happy boy in his father’s arms.

He walked up carefully, and looked at the man who was supposed to be his father, and stared at him with longing and admiration. He looked at the man and expectantly tried to tell him all his grievances.

 

But the man smiled and asked who he was.

At that moment, the little boy suddenly understood. 

There was no why, because life was just not fair.

Some people are born with everything, and some people have nothing.

He suddenly woke up, and the precocious boy suddenly realized a fact——

Not all parents love their children, Song Mingwei hates him. 

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After throwing away the carefully treasured photo of his father, he followed his grandfather’s men back to this dark cage without the slightest resistance.

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Only himself.

Song Mingwei looked at the boy in front of her, and she felt a puzzlement in her heart.

This child has slowly grown up and has stopped showing fearful eyes like he would when he was a child.

Gradually, she could no longer control him. 

She fell into madness, looking at the boy’s increasingly father-like face, she hysterically smashed the teapot on the table at the boy.

The boy didn’t dodge. The water, which was very hot, burned the boy’s arm red, but the boy didn’t care.

However, he stubbornly raised his head and looked at Song Mingwei and said firmly: “I’m not wrong.”

From his end, he did not make a mistake. 

It was not his fault that he was born in the Song family.

It wasn’t his fault that he had the Fu family’s blood.

 

He can submit to Song Mingwei for anything, but he cannot for this one.

Because he clearly knows that even if he denies himself. 

Then in this world no one will recognize himself.

He will be completely engulfed by darkness.

In the middle of the night, the moon was clear and the sky was filled with stars.

The moonlight shines on Fu Xiao’s face through the floor-to-ceiling window. 

The man seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, his originally stern brows were slightly wrinkled, and his breathing became rapid.

Little Sugar Cake was woken up. He looked at Fu Xiao’s appearance, and approached carefully, then he anxiously patted Fu Xiao’s face with his meat pad.

The warm feeling on his face made Fu Xiao suddenly wake up from the nightmare of his youthful past. He opened his eyes, and both his eyes were somewhat absent-minded, and only after a long time did Fu Xiao gradually turn his eyes.

As soon as he looked down, because it was very close, he saw a magnified cat face of Little Sugar Cake. Little Sugar Cake’s jewel-like eyes looked at him worriedly, and because the tip of its pink nose was very close, he felt a feeling of damp heat. 

Fu Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, he half-supported himself from the head of the bed, his nightgown slipped off, revealing a lean and strong chest.

It’s just that there are always all kinds of scars on the originally smooth skin.

Fu Xiao couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and touched his forehead.

The scar was still there. 

For some reason, he dreamed of that afternoon again.

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He clearly remembered that day, when he sneaked out to find his so-called father, but found that he had no trace in his so-called father’s life.

After giving up, he followed Old Master Song’s secret journey and returned to Song’s house.

He never backed down in front of Song Mingwei that day. In the end, it ended with him kneeling on the broken piece of porcelain. From that day on, Song Mingwei became more and more like a madman. There were times when, even as strong as Fu Xiao, was afraid that he wouldn’t even survive when he was young. 

But the Song family’s personal doctor was obviously more powerful than he thought.

In fact, at the end of the day, he was not afraid of Song Mingwei.

 

Song Mingwei is not so scary.

What was terrifying was the high-ranking ruler of the Song family. The old man, who was competing with Old master Fu for Xingchen all his life, wasn’t inferior to Old master Fu’s method and temperament. 

His love for his daughter and his hatred for Fu family made him acquiesce and even maintain the suppression of such a sick and filthy Song family.

Little Sugar Cake let out a few childish meow meow meow. Fu Xiao lowered his head and saw that it was trapped in the quilt, and Little Sugar Cake, who was almost integrated with the quilt, was trying to crawl towards him.

Fu Xiao’s brows, which had just been covered with a layer of gloom, turned soft. He stretched out his arm and hugged Little Sugar Cake in his arms.

The fluffy tail of Little Sugar Cake rubbed around his arms, and its front paws were on his arms, and then it let out a satisfied cry. 

Fu Xiao looked at the moonlight, and his thoughts drifted further and further away.

After growing up and becoming an adult, countless times he was glad that in the process of fighting the Song family, he has always believed and insisted that he was not wrong when he was young.

At that time, even if young self did not understand the meaning of such perseverance, and such perseverance even made Song Mingwei even more aggressive, but he stubbornly insisted on this point and did not flinch at all.

But now he understands. 

It was precisely because of this trivial persistence that he has never been destroyed in the darkness.

Physical torture will hurt people temporarily, but time will heal everything in the end.

However, the destruction of the soul and the denial of personality will completely destroy a person’s life.

Even though he had experienced so much in the Song family, he never questioned or denied himself, nor did he blame himself for everything he said he had encountered. 

Thinking back, he couldn’t remember why was so persistent when he was so young and still didn’t know the world.

He can only attribute this to the last ounce of mercy from heavens to him.

But now, he has gone all the way to this position, and he has already been able to do whatever he wants.

It’s just that he felt a little hard to get over it. 

The warm dumpling in his arms moved.

Fu Xiao lowered his head to meet those blue eyes.

 

Those eyes are as pure and clear as the sky.

Fu Xiao had already realized that Little Sugar Cake was a little too smart. It seems that underneath its body there is a soul that can be his equal, but whener he tested it, that sould will always plays deaf and dumb. 

But he knew that the soul was delicate and kind, gentle and cunning.

He could even feel the cautiousness of the soul when it approached him, the trust and dependence on himself, and it was even aggrieved for himself, felt injustice for himself, and felt joy for himself.

He had never felt this feeling before, but it unexpectedly filled his gaping heart and his soul full of thousand holes.

He has sent people to investigate the origin of Little Sugar Cake. 

No matter what the result is, he can happily accept it.

Little Sugar Cake turned to look at the scar on Fu Xiao’s abdomen, and he was full of heartache.

Fu Xiao touched Little Sugar Cake’s head and said: “It’s no longer painful.” Time has long since washed away all the feelings. He used to be very mindful of exposing his physical wounds in front of others.

But now if it’s Little Sugar Cake, it doesn’t seem to matter. 

Little Sugar Cake stepped out of Fu Xiao’s arms in a righteous indignation, then one paw stepped on Fu Xiao’s thigh, and the other paw pressed against Fu Xiao’s scar, then it raised its small head and seriously meowed: “Meow meow meow meow——”

I will cover you from now on!

What Fu Xiao could actually hear was the meowing in his ears, but he still couldn’t help but have a doting smile on his lips.

Little Sugar Cake proudly looked at Fu Xiao. 

However

gugugu——

A strange sound rang between the two of them.

Little Sugar Cake looked around in embarrassment, and withdrew the paw that was on Fu Xiao’s thigh. 

What a shame!

Why was his stomach grumbling unsatisfactorily at this time?

 

What about his majestic and handsome image?

After breaking free from such a dream, Fu Xiao was no longer sleepy. 

It was two in the morning.

Fu Xiao saw that Little Sugar Cake’s stomach was growling, and thought for a while, then held Little Sugar Cake’s front paws in one hand. Little Sugar Cake was like noodles with two hind paws swinging, with his fluffy tail raised, he was hugged by Fu Xiao obediently, and his blue eyes were wandering around.

Fu Xiao took out a small plate from the kitchen. After looking at how well-behaved his little guy looked, he thought about it and pulled out a small dried fish, then put it on the plate. He put the plate on the table and pushed it to Little Sugar Cake.

It was rare for him to give some meat to Little Sugar Cake 

He doesn’t know why the little guy likes to eat small dried fish so much.

Little Sugar Cake opened his eyes wide and looked at Fu Xiao in disbelief.

Fu Xiao is so generous, he even gave him small dried fish. Did the sun come out from the west?

Little Sugar Cake lowered his head happily, and stuck out his pink tongue and was about to lick it. 

Then he stopped, and his eyes widened. He raised his furry head and looked at Fu Xiao vigilantly——

Fu Xiao has always been the kind who keeps his own words. Before he let him eat cat food for a week, and he really let him eat cat food for a week.

He was clearly not allowed to eat small dried fish before, so how could he be allowed to eat small dried fish now.

Couldn’t Fu Xiao be fishing for law enforcement? 

Was he using this to test whether he would still eat small dried fish?

Thinking of this, Little Sugar Cake smiled reservedly, he stretched out his white fluffy front paws, and his eyes were full of reluctance. With blood dripping from his heart, he pushed the small dried fish back.

Sunnyshies: Well, if Su Zening got his original body, I’m sure it’s full of scars too, well surgical scars…

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