Chapter 67: To Those Rude People, My People Don’t Need Politeness

Chapter 67: To Those Who Are Rude, My People Don’t Need Politeness

Fu Yan leaned close to the young man, quietly studying his delicate profile.

He slept peacefully and quietly, his thick lashes slightly curled, his face fair and downy, very delicate.

Just as his gaze fell upon the light pink lips, the young man suddenly stirred, turned over, and lay on his side.

The distance suddenly grew closer; Fu Yan’s nose almost touched the young man’s forehead, just a little more forward.

Their breaths intertwined, the faint fresh fragrance of the young man lingering in the air, and Fu Yan breathed it in almost greedily.

Suddenly, the cool forehead brushed past Fu Yan’s lips, followed by silky smooth hair grazing his lips.

Du Yang, in his sleep, probably seeking warmth, burrowed further into Fu Yan’s embrace.

Soft warmth in his arms, the desire that had been released earlier in the day was easily stirred again. Fu Yan breathed softly, slightly curving his body to avoid certain parts touching Du Yang.

Looking down at the person sleeping soundly in his arms, Fu Yan’s eyes were both gentle and burning.

Du Yang hadn’t refused to share a bed tonight; he didn’t feel repulsed by him in his heart. As long as he found a way to stay here, feelings would develop over time.

A night interwoven with sweetness and desire passed. The next day, the butler of the Fu family’s old mansion delivered bedding and daily necessities.

Du Yang sat at the dining table, holding a spoon, slowly eating the seafood porridge Fu Yan had made, watching Aunt Qin and the butler bring in the supplies.

“Chairman Fu, you’re going to live here?” Du Yang couldn’t help asking.

Probably because of the cold medicine, he had slept very deeply again last night. When he woke up this morning, Fu Yan was already out of bed.

And now he's suddenly moving in?

Fu Yan put down his chopsticks, his expression serious. “Last night, when I asked for your opinion, you agreed. Don’t you remember?”

“Ah!?” Du Yang paused, spoon in midair. “Last night, huh? I don’t remember?”

“Mm, then you probably said it in your sleep.” Fu Yan looked a bit hurt. “Last night I asked if I could stay in the guest room for a few days to take care of you, and you just murmured 'mm' in agreement.”

Just a moment ago, Du Yang had felt a bit disrespected, but now he felt somewhat sorry for Fu Yan. He hadn’t even known he agreed.

The cold medicine was really strong; he had slept so soundly he couldn’t recall a thing.

“Since I agreed, I won’t go back on my word.” Du Yang lowered his eyelids and calmly ate his porridge.

“I knew you wouldn’t back out.” Fu Yan’s eyes gleamed with delight. It wasn’t that he had agreed in his sleep—it was just another one of his cunning tricks.

A University’s semester officially started the next Monday, and this afternoon the advisor told them to go pick up new textbooks at school.

After lunch, Fu Yan personally drove a Maybach to take Du Yang to school.

The advisor distributed new books and gave some safety reminders—about an hour in total.

Du Yang and Lin Haiyin walked side by side out of the teaching building. Lin Haiyin said regretfully, “Du Yang, you moved off-campus without a word. Now it’s just me, Zhang Zihan, and Wang Zichuan—the three of us.”

“My part-time job keeps me busy. I come back late, so moving out won’t disturb everyone’s rest.” Du Yang smiled. In the dormitory, he was really only familiar with Lin Haiyin; the other two weren’t from the computer science department and had barely spoken in a semester.

They chatted a bit more about the upcoming courses. When they reached the parking lot closest to the teaching building, Du Yang stopped to say goodbye to Lin Haiyin.

Lin Haiyin glanced at the cars in the lot and asked curiously, “Du Yang, did you buy a car?”

“Where would I have the money for that?” Du Yang explained with a slight smile. “Mm, my roommate drove me here.”

“Oh, a roommate you’re living with.” Lin Haiyin didn’t doubt it further. She said goodbye to Du Yang and strode quickly toward the dorm.

Du Yang turned his head and his gaze froze. Lu Yu had also entered the parking lot, but he was arm-in-arm with a man—Lu Ting.

Lu Ting wore a gray coat, his hair perfectly combed, a faint smile on his face.

Lu Yu also wore a gray coat, with a cream-colored sweater underneath.

Clearly, they had seen him too. The moment their eyes met, Lu Yu first gave Du Yang a subtle once-over, then lifted his chin and tightened his grip on Lu Ting's arm, as if showing off to Du Yang.

Lu Yu said something to Lu Ting that Du Yang couldn’t catch from the distance, but Lu Ting’s expression suddenly turned unpleasant.

Then, Lu Ting cast a scrutinizing look at Du Yang.

When he clearly saw Du Yang’s face, Lu Ting’s heart jolted, a strange feeling washing over him—a sense of familiarity, but only for a moment.

Du Yang stood still because Lu Yu and Lu Ting were walking toward him.

When they got close, Lu Yu spoke first. “Du Yang, this is my father. The Lu Group belongs to our family.”

Lu Yu’s face was full of superiority, as if the Lu Group were his alone.

If Du Yang hadn’t known that most of the Lu Group’s shares were held by Grandma and that Lu Jin’an was the CEO, he might have believed it.

He ignored Lu Yu and instead looked at Lu Ting—his father.

In his previous life, after he and Grandma died, Lu Ting hadn’t believed that Lu Yu and Qin Yue were the killers.

Too bad that in that lifetime, he hadn’t seen Lu Ting’s expression when Lu Jin’an showed him the evidence against the mother and son.

Lu Ting’s gaze turned colder. This kid really was as Xiao Yu had said—arrogant and rude.

Xiao Yu was talking to him, and he didn’t even respond. No manners. Then again, what good could come from a family of gamblers?

Xiao Yu had been complaining to him these past two days that a cleaner at Fu Yan’s company had embarrassed him—also a student from A University, very rude and resentful of the rich.

Meeting him today, although the young man was good-looking, he was indeed impolite.

“So you’re the student working as a cleaner under Xiao Yan?” Lu Ting looked at Du Yang with cold eyes.

Du Yang curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile. “Yes, Mr. Lu.”

Although Lu Ting thought Du Yang was rude, he was a father himself. The boy was about the same age as his deceased youngest son, and he felt a trace of sympathy for Du Yang.

“Starting part-time work at such a young age, that can’t be easy.”

Du Yang’s fingers tightened around his bag strap, a faint smile on his face. “Not everyone is as lucky as Senior Lu, to have such a good father as you, Mr. Lu.”

Lu Yu’s expression changed slightly. Du Yang’s tone didn’t sound envious at all; rather, it felt sarcastic, passive-aggressive.

But he, a penniless loser, had no right to mock him. Even if Lu Ting wasn’t his biological father, he was still better than Du Yang’s gambling dad.

“My dad is the best dad!” Lu Yu gently shook Lu Ting’s arm, blending coquettishness and pride. “Unlike some people’s fathers, who only gamble and ask for money. Isn’t that right, Du Yang?”

“Oh, is he your real father?” Du Yang looked at Lu Yu with a half-smile.

“That's very rude!” Lu Ting's face immediately turned cold.

Though he felt some sympathy for the boy, whether Xiao Yu was his biological son was no one else's business to talk about.

This was the topic Xiao Yu hated most.

Du Yang bit his lower lip, gripping his bag strap so tightly his fingertips turned white. He stared at Lu Ting without speaking, but his heart ached.

In the silent confrontation, a clear, commanding voice rang out, “To rude people, my people don't need to be polite.”

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