Chapter 20 Rebirth

"Master Qiu, we are almost here."

Hearing this, Yan Qiu slowly opened his eyes, looked sideways out of the window, and saw the car coming to pick him up through the dark gray wrought iron gate, bypassing the blue courtyard fountain in the courtyard, and finally stopped at a blue-roofed white building.The wall in front of the European-style building.

The pure white European-style arched door in the villa opened to the outside, and the housekeeper and servants were already waiting at the door.

The door opened, and the driver waited beside the car with his luggage, waiting for him to get off.

Yan Qiu got out of the car and looked at the villa in front of him. The feeling of lightness along the way finally came true at this moment.

He can finally confirm with incomparable certainty now that he is indeed reborn.

It was the first day of his rebirth when he was taken back to Fu's house.

What happened just now seemed to be still in front of his eyes. He saw his aunt and Diudiu at the last moment of his life.

He thought this was the end of his life.

However, in the next second, something began to flip in his mind, and then, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly appeared.

Only then did Yan Qiu realize that the source of all his tragedies was because he was the young master in a pure love novel.

And the hero of this book is Fu Shuangchi.

My own existence is to be his opposite, to set off his likability with my own dislike.

Even his death is but an insignificant point in the book.

After Fu Shuangchi's death, Fu Shuangchi opened up a relationship line, separated and reunited with Fu Shenze, Fu's eldest son, and kept entangled with each other. In the end, the lovers finally got married, and the story ended happily.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiu lowered his eyes, and subconsciously touched the pendant necklace on his neck that his aunt gave him.

Immediately afterwards, what happened in the book after his death appeared in his mind.

Everyone in the Fu family pretended to grieve for themselves for a few days and then returned to normal. They even changed his room back to the nanny's room, as if he had never appeared before.

Only grandpa was really sad for him, and he was seriously ill.

Apart from that, there is only one character who is not described in detail.

The book says that he was cremated after his death and his ashes were buried in the Fu family's private tomb.

Compared with the colorful flowers in front of other tombstones, only his tombstone is empty, just as unobtrusive as he was during his lifetime.

But on his first seven days, a person came to his tombstone, stood in front of his tombstone for a long time, and finally put down a bunch of pure white eustoma.

It's just that before Yan Qiu could figure out who the person who sent the flowers was, his brain felt a sharp pain.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had already sat in a car.

He looked out the window in a daze. The driver who was driving saw that his face was pale, and carefully handed him a bottle of water, "Master Qiu, are you feeling unwell? How about I open the window."

"Master Qiu?" The scene in front of him, the familiar driver, and the familiar conversation made Yan Qiu quickly realize that this was not the scene on the day he was just taken back to Fu's house?

How is this going?

"Master Qiu, let's go in." The driver saw him standing still for a long time, and kindly reminded him, "Master, Madam and two young masters are already waiting for you."

Yan Qiu came back to his senses when he heard the words, and the scene when he just returned to Fu's house in his previous life appeared in his mind, and he just felt like laughing.

He was indeed waiting for him. After all, someone had prepared a good show and planned to perform it for him today.

Everything in his previous life flashed through his mind like a book that keeps turning pages.

The hour hand was turned back to the original point, and all the previous lives coincided at this moment.

This was the first day he returned to Fu's house, and it was also the starting point of all tragedies.

However, unlike the previous life, he came back with expectations for the Fu family, but this time, there was nothing.

He will no longer be bullied like in the last life.

"Master Qiu?" the driver called again.

"Yes." Yan Qiu replied flatly, "Let's go."

Yan Qiu walked into the gate of the villa, everything was the same as in the previous life, Fu Jianting and the others were already waiting in the living room, their eyes were exactly the same scrutiny, and then obvious disappointment.

"Xiaoqiu." In the end, Lu Ruan squeezed out a kind smile and stepped forward, "Welcome back..."

Before he finished the rest of the sentence, Fu Shuangchi's expression changed.

Lu Ruan also saw the change in his expression, swallowed his words before he finished speaking, and beckoned him to sit down with some embarrassment.

"I must be hungry along the way, let's eat first."

Seeing this, Fu Jianting also said politely and distantly, "Yes, let's eat first."

Yan Qiu didn't move when he heard the words, but just quietly looked at Fu Shuangchi whose complexion was getting uglier.

Sure enough, before Lu Ruan and the others came to the table, Fu Shuangchi suddenly strode out.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not when passed him, and bumped his shoulder.

Then, like the previous life, the others immediately chased him out.

The Fu family was in chaos in an instant.

It's all happened once, so there's nothing surprising about it.

Yan Qiu didn't seem to notice the expression on the face of the servant next to him, he reached out to take the suitcase from the driver's hand and put it aside, then washed his hands and walked towards the kitchen.

Lu Ruan was right, he was indeed a little hungry.

But he was not interested in the raw and cold steak Western food on the table, so he opened fire and ordered himself a bowl of egg noodles.

As soon as he came out with a bowl of noodles, he saw Fu Shuangchi walking back surrounded by a group of people.

Fu Shuangchi originally thought that Yan Qiu must be full of embarrassment at this time, standing in place waiting for him restrained.

However, didn't expect to see only one suitcase when came in.

He turned his head to look at the restaurant, and saw Yan Qiu eating a bowl of noodles.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this.

Everyone had different expressions on their faces, and in the end Lu Ruan smiled and smoothed things over for everyone to take their seats.

Yan Qiu knew they were back, but he still didn't raise his head, just listening to the seats beside him being filled up one by one, quietly eating his meal.

"Xiaoqiu, how did you eat this? Don't you like the food your mother prepared for you?" Lu Ruan asked with concern as soon as she sat down.

Yan Qiu raised his head when he heard the words, and replied in a neutral manner: "I don't like it, but you have been there for too long, and the dishes are cold. I have a bad stomach, and I can't eat cold things, so I put down the bowl again."noodle."

When Fu Shuangchi heard this, his expression changed instantly.

After all, the reason they left for so long was to find him, so what Yan Qiu meant was to blame him.

Fu Shuangchi originally thought that he was just a country bumpkin, but unexpectedly he was quite difficult, so angry that he clenched his fingers into fists under the table.

But even though he was angry, Fu Shuangchi naturally wouldn't be tough with him, so he just thought about it for a while, then changed the subject and reminded Fu Jianting who was in the main seat: "Dad, you haven't said dinner yet."

As soon as Fu Shuangchi said this, everyone's eyes fell on Yan Qiu again.

After all, the Fu family's rules are too strict, and Fu Jianting can only start eating when he speaks, but now that Fu Jianting has not moved his chopsticks, Yan Qiu's bowl of noodles is almost finished.

This is undoubtedly an arrogance for a patriarch like Fu Jianting who never allows others to comment.

So after Fu Jianting listened, he really showed some displeasure on his face.

Seeing this, Fu Chenze on the side also said with some dissatisfaction, "There are no rules."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ruan immediately wanted to make up for him.

However, before he could speak, Yan Qiu suddenly put down his chopsticks.

"Slap".

Yan Qiu's thin white fingers exerted a little force, and the chopsticks touched the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound.

Everyone's eyes gathered instantly.

After going through all kinds of things in the previous life, Yan Qiu has long been used to their contemptuous or disgusting gazes.

Therefore, instead of evading like in the previous life, he went straight to meet him.

I saw him first smiled, and then replied embarrassingly: "Sorry, I have no rules. After all, I have no parents or elders to control me since I was a child, and no one taught me the rules. Please forgive me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's complexions brightened.

Before taking Yan Qiu back, they basically read his previous documents and knew about his situation in the Yan family.

Yan Qiu said so, they really couldn't say anything more.

So Fu Jianting didn't say any more, just raised his chopsticks and touched the edge of the bowl lightly, and said, "Eat."

Only then did everyone pick up their knives and forks and start eating.

However, just after eating two bites, Fu Jianting said: "Since I have come back, I can no longer be named Yan, why not..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "hiss", and the western food knife cut across the white porcelain plate, making a sharp sound, which attracted everyone's attention.

Everything is developing exactly the same as in the previous life.

Fu Shuangchi sat in his seat without saying a word, tears streaming down his face.

"Xiao Chi." Lu Ruan immediately felt distressed, "Why are you crying? Did you tell mom what's wrong?"

Fu Shuangchi raised her head, looked over the long and narrow dining table, and looked straight at Yan Qiu, "Give him my name, give it all to him, it belongs to him anyway, I'm not your son, he is, and I will return it to you."give him."

As he spoke, he raised his knife and fork and swiped at his arm.

Then, drops of blood fell on the pure white French embroidered tablecloth.

Seeing this, Lu Ruan immediately covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Xiaoqiu?"

Everyone looked around, only to realize that Yan Qiu raised his hand at some point and grabbed the table knife in Fu Shuangchi's hand.

The knife cut through his palm, and the blood was dripping down.

Fu Shuangchi did not expect such a development in the end, as soon as Yan Qiu exerted force, he let go of his hand in a daze.

The silver table knife just fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

"Are you okay?" Lu Ruan said, and quickly handed over a handkerchief.

Yan Qiu didn't answer, just took out a piece of paper to wipe off the blood on his palm little by little.

While wiping, she looked at Fu Shuangchi leisurely and said to him, "It's so strange."

"You keep saying that I am the real child of the Fu family and that you want to give me back what belongs to me, but every action you make doesn't match what you said."

"I..." Fu Shuangchi didn't expect things to develop in this direction, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

"First, you ran away as soon as I came back, and then you threatened to cut yourself with a knife, and you didn't want me to change back to your own name."

"If you don't want me to come back, just say it openly, why bother to make such a mess."

Fu Shuangchi's face turned red from what he said, but everything went completely different from what he expected, which made him unable to refute for a while.

"What's more, what do you have to die or live?" Yan Qiu said, looking down at the wound on his palm, there was a shallow stroke, and the bleeding soon stopped.

"Isn't it all mine?"

The dinner table was silent for a moment, everyone looked at Yan Qiu quietly, no one expected that such a seemingly gentle person like him could speak so forcefully and straightforwardly.

As Yan Qiu said, he slowly opened the sleeve of his left arm, and a large red scar slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

Yan Qiu stretched out his arms in front of Fu Shuangchi, and asked word by word: "Do you need to cook when you grow up?"

"Do you know what it feels like to be scalded by boiling water?"

"As soon as you are upset, so many people chase you and coax you, do you know what it's like to have your hand almost burnt off, but your mother only cares about whether her pot is broken?"

Fu Shuang stared at him blankly and didn't answer for a long time. For the first time in front of a person, he didn't know how to speak at all.

"You don't know." Yan Qiu answered for him.

"But I've known this since I was seven years old."

"Fu Shuangchi, you have had no worries about food and clothing for twenty years, enjoy the love of my parents, you will not be beaten because of overcooked meals, and you will not be unable to continue your studies because of insufficient money. What are you dissatisfied with?A thing that can be changed at will is worth your life and death?"

"How ridiculous."

"Since you like it so much, the surname Fu will be left to you."

Yan Qiu smiled when he said this, and raised his head to look at the other people at the table with a slight sarcasm, "After all, blood relationship is something that cannot be changed, right? Parents... and eldest brother?"

The atmosphere between him and Fu Shuangchi was so tense, naturally no one answered.

But Yan Qiu didn't care, and stood up after finishing speaking, "I'm done eating, go to rest first, you eat slowly."

After speaking, she was about to leave, but she stopped after taking two steps, turned around and asked Lu Ruan, "By the way, Mom, where is my room?"

Listening to what he said just now, Lu Ruan's face turned red and pale, and she couldn't say anything about the nanny's room on the first floor that was originally prepared for him.

So he hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Second floor, turn left to the first room."

Fu Shuang looked at Lu Ruan suddenly when he heard the words, something flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Yan Qiu took a panoramic view of the small movements between them, smiled, and walked out with his luggage.

Just when he was about to reach the door, he stopped again.

"That's right." Yan Qiu turned his head to look at Fu Shuangchi, and showed him his palm. There was only a shallow mark left on the bleeding wound, "Next time, don't cut your wrist with a knife."

"It's too blunt, it can only scratch the skin at most."

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