Chapter 68: You’re His Dad; If You Don’t Discipline Him, You’re Not a Man

If You're His Dad and Don't Take Care of Him, You're No Man

“My people don’t need to be polite to rude people.”

As he spoke, Fu Yan had already strode over to Du Yang’s side.

“Yan…” Lu Yu’s eyes lit up at the sight of Fu Yan, but just as he uttered one syllable, he suddenly remembered Fu Yan didn’t like being called “Brother Yan,” so he quickly corrected himself and muttered glumly, “Chairman Fu.”

Fu Yan similarly ignored Lu Yu, looked at Lu Ting, and nodded slightly, “Hello, Uncle Lu.”

“Xiao Yan, didn’t expect to see you here.” Lu Ting gave an awkward smile; just now he got a bit emotional, defending Lu Yu, and what he’d said was indeed unpleasant.

“Mm, waiting for my kid to finish school.” Fu Yan’s tone was calm, and as he spoke, he took Du Yang’s backpack and held it in his hand.

Du Yang lowered his eyes: “…”

Was Fu Yan trying to be his father?

No, that night he’d even said he wanted to kiss him…

Lu Yu’s face grew even paler—were they that close?

“His kid,” wasn’t that the same as calling him his boyfriend!

Lu Ting smiled awkwardly, seemingly still not understanding Fu Yan’s words, “Xiao Yan, you’re so considerate even to the company’s cleaner.”

“Uncle Lu, you’re joking. Du Yang isn’t a cleaner; he and Lu Yu are both students at A University.” Fu Yan’s lips curled slightly, and he changed the subject, “Du Yang is in the Computer Science department, the most popular major, with very high admission scores.”

An even more embarrassed look crossed Lu Ting’s face. Both of them knew full well how Lu Yu had gotten into A University, and his major naturally couldn’t compare to Du Yang’s.

“Classmate Du is really accomplished at such a young age.” Lu Ting then chimed in with a chuckle.

“Mm, he’s young, and still needs me to take care of him.” As Fu Yan said this, he put his other arm around Du Yang’s shoulder.

A silent declaration that Du Yang was his, and under his protection.

Du Yang glanced sideways at Fu Yan, then quickly looked away, the fingers at his side tightening slightly.

Was the care Fu Yan spoke of temporary, or long-term? Was it a sugar daddy relationship, or…?

Regardless of which, Du Yang felt grateful to Fu Yan.

Lu Ting now understood—Fu Yan must like this Du Yang; who would care for a stranger for no reason?

This was the kid Qin Yue had mentioned as the one stealing Little Yu’s boyfriend.

To be fair, Du Yang was indeed much better-looking than Little Yu, and studied better too. Except for his family background, his son was really no match for Du Yang.

He’d just said the kid was rude… Awkward.

Lu Ting forced a smile, made an excuse, and ushered Lu Yu into the car before driving off.

Once Lu Ting was gone, Du Yang followed Fu Yan into the car in silence.

Fu Yan’s eyes flickered as he watched the kid, silent and subdued, leaning dejectedly against the seat, and his heart ached for him.

“Du Yang, you’re great. Don’t worry about what they say.” Fu Yan, accustomed to being aloof, spoke steadily with no obvious emotion; even his words of concern lacked warmth.

The loneliness of winter still lingered, and the vitality of spring had yet to arrive.

Du Yang leaned his head against the seat, his eyes vacant, staring at the row of bleak sycamore trees outside the window.

He whispered.

"I... don't mind."

His brother didn't like him, his father didn't like him either; no one liked him.

Fu Yan looked at the boy's profile, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

He was curled up in the seat like a scrawny, pitiful little cat, lonely and lifeless.

At that moment, Fu Yan really wanted to hug him.

Saying he didn't mind, but his voice betrayed a faint tremor—his boy also wanted a happy family.

After a moment's hesitation, Fu Yan started the car. He couldn't act impulsively again.

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On the way home, Lu Yu remained silent and sulky the whole time. He didn't understand why his father hadn't talked more with Fu Yan or invited him to dinner.

It was like they were sneaking away as if they were thieves.

Back at the Lu house, Lu Yu got out of the car still in a bad mood. Lu Ting tried to console his younger son gently.

"Xiao Yu, you can't force feelings. Xiao Yan likes Du Yang. Our Xiao Yu is good-looking and won't lack boys pursuing him."

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Lu Yu looked at his father incredulously. "Who said Brother Yan likes that bitch Du Yang? He's just a poor piece of trash—how could he be worthy of Brother Yan?"

"Xiao Yu!" Lu Ting's voice turned stern. "Whether Fu Yan likes the poor or the rich has nothing to do with you. It's not right for you to talk about Du Yang like that."

His younger son had always been gentle, obedient, and cute. When did he become so materialistic?

"Dad, you're taking an outsider's side!" Lu Yu ran angrily into the villa, not stopping until he went upstairs to his room.

Lu Ting followed him in, his face dark, and placed the backpack on the sofa.

"Brother Ting, it's rare for you to pick Xiao Yu up from school—why is he so upset?" Qin Yue gestured for the maid to brew tea, then sidled up and sat right next to Lu Ting.

She was wearing a qipao, her figure graceful, and she leaned softly against Lu Ting as if boneless.

"Xiao Yu is too stubborn. You need to curb that temper of his." Lu Ting held Qin Yue's hand, gently rubbing it. "Xiao Yan likes that Du Yang. He has no interest in Xiao Yu at all."

"Brother Ting, did you see that Du Yang?" Qin Yue's heart lurched, but she didn't show it. She sat up straight and carefully studied Lu Ting's expression.

"Yes, I ran into them in the parking lot this afternoon. Xiao Yan was with him." The image of Du Yang's striking face came back to Lu Ting. To be fair, he commented, "That kid, aside from his family background, is worthy of Xiao Yan in every other way."

Seeing that Lu Ting didn't suspect a thing, Qin Yue relaxed. At the same time, she felt a bit annoyed and playfully punched the man's chest.

"Brother Ting, why are you always praising others? Isn't our Xiao Yu good?"

"Look at you, being petty." Lu Ting chuckled and grabbed Qin Yue's delicate fist. "Of course our Xiao Yu is wonderful! Need I say it? You should talk some sense into him. There are plenty of men out there—he doesn't need to obsess over Xiao Yan."

"Brother Ting, you truly care for Xiao Yu. Of course, you want what's best for him. I'll talk to him."

Qin Yue agreed readily, leaning against Lu Ting like a boneless vine, massaging his arm.

In the past, she only dared to act this intimately in the bedroom. Now that the old lady had moved out, she was the sole mistress of the Lu residence. Apart from Lu Ting, she was the one in charge.

The forced dignity she had maintained so painstakingly had been cast aside ever since Lu's grandmother moved out.

She coaxed Lu Ting into a pleasant dinner, and after he went upstairs to shower, Qin Yue went to a room downstairs and dialed Du Debao's number.

The phone rang only twice before he picked up, and then Du Debao's lecherous voice came through. "You little slut, missing my cock again?" "Shut up!" Qin Yue cursed. "That little bastard Du Yang starts school tomorrow. When are you going to deal with him? He picked on Xiao Yu again at school today! You're his father—if you don't do something, you're not a man!"

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