Chapter 60: Abnormal Since Childhood

Chapter 60: Never Normal Since Childhood

"Filthy, unwanted bastard."

This was the phrase Fu Junhang heard most often as a child.

No one knew that the infamous and mysterious Third Master of the Fu family was actually born in the darkest, most chaotic no-go zone of Country F.

That place was lawless, gang-ridden, rampant with crime, and constantly torn by gang wars.

Gunfire, explosions, and mayhem were commonplace in that city.

Even the slums were filled with drugs, prostitution, and theft...

All kinds of sins flourished there, making the city not only a forbidden zone in Country F but also a symbol of darkness and disorder in the world.

And Fu Junhang was born there.

An elite family like the Fus wasn’t built overnight—it took generations of effort. But there was no denying that Fu Zhonghai was exceptionally capable.

When Fu Zhonghai became the new head of the Fu family, he set his sights on expanding overseas to take the Fu empire to new heights.

However, cracking foreign markets wasn’t easy, especially when the pie was only so big and everyone wanted a slice. So Fu Zhonghai targeted the no-go zone of Country F.

That place was ruled by gangs, and with enough money and incentives, it was easy to force an opening there.

It was during this time that Fu Zhonghai met Fu Junhang’s mother.

In his youth, Fu Zhonghai was a playboy but never messy—at least, he never kept multiple women at the same time before growing bored, faking monogamy.

Back then, major gangs were fighting fiercely over territory, and Fu Zhonghai, a wealthy foreigner, made his flashy entrance. To win his favor, many gangs went to great lengths—Fu Junhang’s mother was one such offering from a gang to Fu Zhonghai.

A girl with strikingly beautiful Asian features.

Innocent, gullible, with a simple background and cash-starved—perfectly pliable.

Fu Zhonghai took a shine to her, and for the two years he stayed in Country F, she was the only one by his side.

At first, she was only in it for the money. She didn’t care that Fu Zhonghai was older than her father, nor that he was already married with children. Under the gang’s coercion, her only job was to keep Fu Zhonghai happy.

But as time passed, Fu Zhonghai’s seeming devotion gave her the illusion that they were truly husband and wife—a wealthy, loyal husband who was often away on business but always returned to her side.

She was his—heart, body and soul.

But by then, Fu Zhonghai had already expanded his foothold in Country F and was ready to pull up stakes for home. He had no intention of taking her with him.

The love game was over.

He abandoned her without a backward glance, leaving her to face the consequences without his protection.

Fu Zhonghai left, but the gang behind her didn’t stop pressuring her. If he was gone, they’d just pimp her out again.

But she, now in love with Fu Zhonghai, refused. It was during this time that she discovered she was pregnant.

Still clutching at straws, she desperately fought to keep the child—not out of love for it, but as a bargaining chip with the gang, knowing how wealthy Fu Zhonghai was.

And it worked. The child bought her time—but not much.

But some endings are predestined from the start.

After fighting through labor, she finally learned the brutal truth from a wealthy businessman from Country C.

During the months she endured fear, hardship, and pregnancy, the man she pined for had already moved on. Not only did he have a wife and children—his two sons were even older than her—but to him, their relationship had been nothing more than just another transaction with no real feelings involved.

The truth shattered her. She spiraled into depression, drowning in booze and later drugs.

This was the mother Fu Junhang grew up with.

She didn’t love him—she despised him. Drunk, she would beat and curse him, taking her rage out on him.

Fortunately, he didn’t love her either, so he endured, numb to it all.

Strictly speaking, Fu Junhang was raised by the gang. From birth, he was surrounded by brutality and corruption—not a decent role model around.

It’s easy to imagine what a child born into a gang would face.

Other children his age had loving parents, toys, and kindergarten friends.

But Fu Junhang? His world was filled with stone-cold killers, his "toys" were real guns and bloodied blades, and what he learned was how to kill quick and clean.

The only reason he survived without becoming a full-blown psycho was his emotional numbness. No matter how horrifying the scene, he never reacted—no tears, no outbursts, like an empty shell.

He didn’t even speak until he was five.

He was nothing resembling a normal kid.

But this very trait made the gang leader see potential in him, raising him personally—the key to his survival.

By seven, Fu Junhang was the gang’s crown prince.

That same year, his emaciated mother drew her last breath.

Seven-year-old Fu Junhang watched her die without batting an eye.

At nine, after a failed gang war, the leader sent Fu Junhang to Country C for safety.

Alone in a foreign land, the young boy somehow tracked down Fu Zhonghai.

It was only then that Fu Zhonghai learned of this son—one raised in the most dangerous part of Country F.

When Fu Junhang first returned to the Fu family, he was a silent loner. He interacted with no one, not even his biological father. Yet, just by his presence, he intimidated everyone—especially Fu Hongan and the other younger Fus. His gaze was terrifying.

Fu Junhang was like a demon clawing his way out of hell, while they were pampered hothouse flowers.

They were never from the same world, making Fu Junhang the outsider of the Fu family.

He never provoked others, but if anyone dared cross him, he made them pay a hundred times over—his ironclad rule.

No one dared provoke him because the consequences were severe. Dire.

At twelve, the gang leader was gunned down, leaving the gang in chaos. Everyone expected them to be torn apart—but they weren’t.

Twelve-year-old Fu Junhang returned.

With his slight frame, the boy took control with ruthless efficiency, cowing the entire no-go zone into line.

From then on, the forbidden zone in F Nation gave rise to the legend of Fu Junhang and marked the beginning of a new era.

The forbidden zone today is no longer as chaotic as it once was. The gangs now maintain a precarious balance, appearing peaceful on the surface at least. Yet, Fu Junhang's name remains one that strikes terror into hearts.

Fu Junhang never saw himself as normal. But after meeting Chu Yan, he wanted to try living—and loving—like one.

It felt surprisingly good.

Except, his little patron was far too outstanding and dazzling. He often couldn't resist the urge to lock him up, keeping him all to himself where no one else could see—just like now.

But Fu Junhang was both unhinged and clear-headed. He was obsessively possessive, yet acutely aware that his actions would only push Chu Yan away.

So he was torn between wild fantasies and self-control, his split mindset replaying endlessly in his mind.

Fortunately, reason always managed to triumph over his madness in the end.

Right at that moment, Chu Yan in the video slowly lifted his gaze to the darkened window.

The movement exposed his pale neck, and a dainty collarbone chain abruptly entered Fu Junhang’s line of sight.

His gloomy, twisted lips instantly curled into an irrepressible grin.

That was his gift. He was wearing it.

Meanwhile, the castle's drama unfolded further.

Originally, after the first round of on-site investigation, each guest was given an hour of break time. But before the hour was up, the silent castle was once again pierced by a scream.

Soon, everyone emerged from their rooms and gathered in the living room.

There, the Andra brothers were wrestling fiercely.

Fu Zeyu had Zhou Yun by the collar, while Zhou Yun yanked at Fu Zeyu’s hair. The two were a tangled, absurd heap.

The butler stood by, shouting uselessly. Lu Zhaoyang watched coldly from the sidelines, while Xu Meng, who had arrived with Chu Yan, applauded mockingly.

Neither of them let go.

Chu Yan suspected there was some personal grudge mixed in—though the script did include this scene, the atmosphere felt weirdly charged.

Was this for real?

"Let go."

While everyone else spectated, only Chu Yan—the "vixen"—was suited to speak up. Besides, his character wouldn’t allow him to just watch.

The two glanced at Chu Yan, then glared at each other again.

Their grips only tightened.

"I’ll count to three—let go!"

Finally, they released each other.

Acting or legit losing it?

Chu Yan was exasperated by these two immature brats. If he weren’t already somewhat familiar with them, he’d have thought they harbored some mortal enemies.

The live audience, however, remained oblivious, losing it in the comments. Many even started shipping the two as a love-hate duo.

After letting go, Fu Zeyu and Zhou Yun noticed the others biting back laughter, faces contorted in amusement, and burned with shame.

To be fair, the script did require them to fight. But during their pre-brawl insults, they’d accidentally slipped in some real grievances.

For instance, Zhou Yun’s taunts—"worthless reject," "pathetic loser"—still somewhat fit their characters. But as tempers flared, personal attacks like "bastard trash" and "filthy maggot coveting what isn’t yours" slipped out.

Everyone knew Fu Zeyu’s mother was a celebrity who married up into the Fu clan despite the vast age gap with Old Master Fu. The entertainment industry was rife with rumors—some claimed she was a homewrecker, others whispered about baby-trapping.

Moreover, though Fu Zeyu was the Fu family’s beloved youngest uncle, it was common knowledge he had no inheritance rights. The Fu fortune lay entirely in the hands of his two older brothers, leaving him as just a figurehead—one with no business eyeing things beyond his reach.

Arguments, especially heated ones, inevitably went straight for the jugular. Even if they hadn’t meant it, in the heat of the moment, they’d dredged up the most vicious words they could find.

Fu Zeyu hadn’t held back either.

"Unlovable waste," "repulsive scum," "how could someone like you ever deserve someone so good?" "Keep acting up—they’ve never truly saw you," "your antics only push them away."

The audience assumed Fu Zeyu was referring to Andra Yun being unworthy of Chu Yan, but Zhou Yun knew exactly who he meant.

In this world, no one infuriated Zhou Yun more than Fu Zeyu—yet no one understood him better, either. They were eternal rivals, through and through.

Likewise, Zhou Yun knew Fu Zeyu inside out. And because he knew him so well, he understood the deeper meaning behind his words.

In this world, only Fu Zeyu knew the secret buried deepest in Zhou Yun’s heart—not even his doting family was aware.

His tantrums, his rebellion, his womanizing ways—all of it was just to catch that oblivious fool’s attention.

He wanted to provoke him, to see if he felt anything at all. But reality was cruel—no matter how much he acted out, the man never reacted.

He was trash. He was worthless. An infamous worthless scum—of course that man would never look his way.

Fu Zeyu had hit his weakest spot.

The more Zhou Yun thought about it, the more miserable he felt, his eyes reddening as if he might break down crying any second.

After separating them, Chu Yan was momentarily stunned to see Zhou Yun on the verge of tears.

Fu Zeyu, too, belatedly registered Zhou Yun’s expression and immediately regretted his harsh words. He froze, unsure how to react—he hadn’t meant to go that far.

Though they were rivals, they’d also grown up together.

As the awkward tension thickened, Chu Yan suddenly had an idea. He stepped forward and grabbed both their hands.

"Honestly, if you two don’t mind, I think the three of us should just get along—happiness is what matters most."

The room erupted in laughter, the live chat exploding with "LOLs" and "HAHAHAs."

Though Chu Yan had broken character, the line was just too funny—and the strange tension instantly dissipated.

Fu Zeyu and Zhou Yun snapped out of it, exchanging glares before both tugging Chu Yan toward themselves, as if to declare, "No way!"

"Xiao Yan is my fiancé!"

"Yan Yan loves me!"

Back to normal, Chu Yan sighed inwardly in relief.

This family really can’t function without me.

"Alright, alright—let’s move on to the next segment!"

The director quickly interjected, shooting Chu Yan a grateful look. The two young masters’ earlier standoff had been unnerving—he hadn’t known whether to intervene or not, and things had nearly spiraled.

Now, crisis averted.

"Next up is the mutual questioning round. Anyone can ask questions—but remember, the killer will lie."