Chapter 450: Have All the Things I Taught You Over the Years Gone to the Dogs?

Chapter 450: Did Everything I Taught You Over the Years Mean Nothing?

"Eldest brother, when did you get here?" Su He asked in surprise, staring at Fu Guoqing.

He had arrived without making a sound, standing alone by the door, lurking.

Fu Guoqing gave Su He an awkward glance before replying, "Well, I noticed Dad’s been restless lately. Today, Mom tasked me with seeing why Dad was so insistent on coming to the city to find Ting Hua."

He had hoped to pretend he hadn’t overheard their earlier conversation, but Fu Dajun immediately called him out.

"Tsk, what’s with playing dumb? You heard everything we just said inside, didn’t you?" Fu Dajun snorted coldly.

Fu Guoqing was an honest man—not the type who couldn’t lie to his father to save his life.

He laughed awkwardly and said, "I really didn’t mean to. I just finished unloading the goods and thought there was nothing else to do, so… I came over to find you."

Fu Guoqing dodged with a weak excuse, but honestly, it was pretty awkward.

If he had known it was such a secret, he wouldn’t have come to stick his nose in.

He wasn’t the type who could keep things to himself, and now that he knew in advance, he had no idea how to act normally around Wu Yanhua.

"Your eldest brother is straightforward. Lay low around your mom these next few days, got it? This matter should be discussed properly when Ting Hua and Lan—uh, Sister Lan—come to our house, and we all sit down together. Seeing Ting Hua there will make your mom feel a little better," Fu Dajun sighed.

Fu Guoqing was still stunned. He couldn’t quite process the idea that his younger brother wasn’t actually his biological brother.

"Wait, Dad, was all that just now really true? Ting Hua… Ting Hua really… sniffled… isn’t my… my… choked up…"

Fu Guoqing, a muscular man, suddenly burst into tears in front of everyone, completely killing the heavy atmosphere from earlier.

Fu Dajun gave his eldest son a look of disdain before frowning and saying, "We barely finished crying, and now you start?"

Fu Guoqing wasn’t offended by his father’s annoyance and pressed on, "No, Dad, so… was what you said earlier really true?"

"Yes, yes, would I make this up?" Fu Dajun replied impatiently.

Fu Guoqing then walked over to Fu Tinghua, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Ting Hua, I’ll always be your big brother. You’re my brother, no matter what."

"Yeah, we’ll always be family," Fu Tinghua nodded in agreement.

"Dad, why didn’t you ever tell us? We’ve been kept in the dark for so many years?" Fu Guoqing couldn’t help but complain.

"Tell you? How could I just drop a bombshell like this? Besides, from the moment I took Ting Hua in from my benefactor, he’s always been my son. What does blood matter?" Fu Dajun retorted irritably.

"Alright, alright, let’s go home. And listen—when we get back, keep it together. Don’t let your mom or your brother notice anything off, got it?" Fu Dajun warned.

Hearing his father’s words, Fu Guoqing grimaced.

This was really going to be hard.

"Enough, let’s go. Quit stalling," Fu Dajun said, dragging his eldest son toward the door.

"Ting Hua, Su He, we’re heading out now," Fu Guoqing called out as he was pulled along, not forgetting to say goodbye.

"Alright, big brother. We’ll be back this weekend. See you soon," Su He quickly replied.

Only after the door fully closed did everyone snap back to reality.

Once Fu Dajun had dragged Fu Guoqing outside Su He’s house, Fu Guoqing couldn’t hold back any longer and fumed, "Dad! How could you! How could you just hand over Ting Hua like that?"

His tone sounded somewhat frustrated, yet he had no choice but to speak up.

He hadn’t dared to ask earlier in the house, but now he finally voiced his thoughts.

Fu Dajun gave his eldest son’s blockhead a hard pat in frustration and snapped, "Pah! Who said anything about giving him away? I’m just letting them reunite as mother and son! Tinghua will always be part of our family—he’s just gained another relative. Isn’t that a good thing?"

Honestly, the nonsense his eldest son was spouting was driving him crazy.

"Dad, now that his real mother’s here, our Fu family will be second place in Tinghua’s heart."

"Don't talk such nonsense! Was everything I tried to teach you wasted?"

After saying this, Fu Dajun paused, realizing it didn’t quite make sense.

He wasn’t an educated man, and back when the kids were young, Wu Yanhua had done most of the child-rearing. So, truth be told, he hadn’t really taught them much.

"Ahem, anyway, saying that means you’re underestimating Tinghua. Think about it—is Tinghua that kind of person? Answer me!" Fu Dajun snapped.

Those words got Fu Guoqing worked up.

You can criticize me all you want, but doubting his younger brother? Unacceptable.

"I—I would never underestimate Tinghua! When Mom was too busy to take care of him as a kid, wasn’t I, his big brother, who looked after him? Of course I know what kind of person Tinghua is. He's wonderful in every way—it’s just… why isn’t he really ours?"

At this, Fu Guoqing couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

He had thought their family had finally had someone brilliant in the family. He'd secretly bragged to so many people about how smart and capable his younger brother was. Who would’ve guessed Tinghua wasn’t even theirs?

When Wu Yanhua was pregnant with Fu Tinghua, Fu Guoqing had already been seven or eight—old enough to understand things.

Back then, to save money, only Fu Dajun had accompanied Wu Yanhua to the hospital for the delivery.

So, everything about her labor only Fu Dajun knew the details.

This was why no one in the Fu family had ever doubted that Tinghua wasn’t their real brother—even though he was so smart and handsome, unlike the rest of the Fu family.

Why would they doubt it? After all, their mother Wu Yanhua had clearly gone out with a big belly and returned with a baby brother.

"Enough, enough. Someone like your brother knows how to balance his feelings between his birth mother and his adoptive mother. Besides, there’s Su He too. From now on, he’ll just have one more relative. Didn’t you hear earlier? Tinghua’s birth father is no good—I bet he won't even claim him. So, chances are, Tinghua will still stay with us. What are you so worked up about?" Fu Dajun couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

The reason Fu Dajun could be so accepting now was that he had spent a long time working through it in his mind.

After hearing Lan Ruolin’s confession, he felt even more at ease.

If their Benefactor really was Lan Ruolin’s so-called first love, didn’t that mean he had only wanted to help her?

Though the Benefactor had never explained anything, Fu Dajun trusted his character. He couldn’t possibly be the villain who had stolen Tinghua.

What exactly had happened back then to place Tinghua in the Benefactor’s hands? Only the Benefactor himself would know.

But after all these years, he had never reappeared. No telling what happened to him.