Chapter 113 Lu Ting’s Favoritism

Chapter 113: Lu Ting's Partiality

The last time they came to Grandma's house for dinner, there were many people, and Du Yang hadn't had a chance to really look around the villa. The fat orange cat as round as a pig was also locked in a cage.

This time, the orange cat was free and spent the whole afternoon circling around Du Yang.

When it saw Du Yang, it jumped straight onto the sofa, letting out a strained meow while rubbing against Du Yang's palm, and eventually ended up on Du Yang's lap.

"That fatso doesn't meow so coyly to your brother; it always hollers in a gravelly voice." Grandma Lu looked at her youngest grandson with affectionate eyes.

Du Yang's eyes were full of fondness. He scratched the cat's furry belly with his fingers, and the cat enjoyed it, exposing its belly and lying sprawled out, taking up a lot of space.

"Grandma, the cat is true to its name." Du Yang liked it more and more the more he touched it, using both hands to rub it. "He's so fat."

Grandma smiled and said, "When Fatso first arrived, he was very thin. Your brother was worried he wouldn't survive, so he gave him a very chubby name."

Fu Yan watched the ugly cat sprawled across his beloved's lap, looking perfectly content, pursed his lips, picked up a water glass from the coffee table, and handed it to Du Yang.

"Yangyang, come drink some water."

Du Yang, unaware of how possessive Fu Yan could get, took the water, which was at just the right temperature, and drank it.

While Du Yang was drinking, Fu Yan reached out and swiftly shoved the fat cat off Du Yang's lap.

The cat stood on the floor, confused for a moment, then realized it had been pushed off. It looked up to find the culprit and take revenge.

When it met Fu Yan's threatening gaze, the cat immediately let out a choked meow and ran over to Grandma Lu's feet.

So scary, not worth messing with.

Du Yang stared unblinkingly at Fu Yan, his beautiful eyes full of questions.

The latter said nonchalantly, "It was so fat it slid off by itself."

"Baby, it's way too heavy. Stop holding it." Fu Yan didn't give Du Yang a chance to argue; he took the young man's hand and fiddled with it in his palm.

Grandma Lu looked down at the cat and chuckled to herself. Fu Yan, who seemed cold and indifferent to everything, got jealous no matter the species.

"Then you hold Fatso, and I'll play with it, brother." The young man smiled teasingly, clearly seeing through Fu Yan's "scheme."

Fu Yan: "..."

Since his kid liked it, he'd grudgingly hold that ugly cat.

Before Fu Yan could win the cat over, Lu Jin'an came back, followed by Lu Ting.

Lu Jin'an had taken Lu Ting to the police station to submit relevant evidence.

Du Debao was about to walk free, but now he'd get to keep doing time. This time, he wouldn't be alone; Qin Yue would accompany him.

When Du Yang saw Lu Jin'an return, he got up to walk over, but when he saw Lu Ting following behind, he stopped in his tracks.

Lu Jin'an came over on his own. "Yangyang, did you check out the room we fixed up for you? You like it?"

During this time, he and Grandma had arranged for someone to renovate a bedroom for Du Yang on the third floor, which was even bigger than his room.

Du Yang's eyes crinkled in a smile. "I like it! Thank you, big brother!"

He really did like it. Grandma and his brother had bought him many things, and the room was beautifully decorated.

"Yangyang..." Lu Ting, who was being ignored, stepped forward, put on a smile, and wanted to talk to his youngest son, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

Not only had he not participated in his youngest son's growth at all, but every time they met again, he had made snide remarks and looked down on him.

Over the years, he had channeled his regret for his youngest son's supposed death into overcompensating Lu Yu.

But he kept hurting his youngest son without realizing it. The father and son were like strangers, and Lu Ting didn't know what topic to bring up.

Du Yang silently watched his father, waiting for him to go on. Although he had told himself countless times that it was okay not to have a father, that having a grandmother and brother was already a blessing, and he couldn't ask for too much.

Now, facing his father, Du Yang thought that if his father could genuinely apologize for what he'd said, just like his brother had, he would forgive him.

Grandma Lu came over, frowning at her foolish son. This was no time to worry about pride; he should apologize to the kid right now.

Du Yang never got an apology. Lu Ting's phone rang.

He took out his phone and saw the caller ID showing "Xiao Yu." Lu Ting hesitated for a moment, then answered. Even if Lu Yu wasn't his flesh and blood, he'd still raised him for more than ten years.

As soon as the call connected, Lu Yu's gut-wrenching cry came through. "Dad, save me! Someone... someone... Dad..."

"Xiao Yu, calm down and tell me!" Lu Ting's face changed, and his heart tightened.

"Dad, He Lin came with some guys and messed me up... Wuwu... Dad, Du Yang must have put him up to it. Dad, come save me."

Lu Yu's raspy, crying pleas made Lu Ting's eyes sting and his heart ache.

He held the phone, looked at Du Yang with a hint of resentment in his eyes, and said slowly, emphasizing each word, "Xiao Yu, where are you? Dad is coming to pick you up now."

After hanging up, Lu Ting's eyes were red-rimmed as he turned to Du Yang, his eyes held reproach and, above all, anger.

That look really got under Fu Yan's skin. Although he didn't know what scheme Lu Yu was cooking up now, he'd overheard Lu Yu trash-talking Du Yang on the phone.

Fu Yan quietly took Du Yang's hand, which was hanging at his side, trying to comfort his boy.

"Dad, what's with that look?" Lu Jin'an also noticed, and his tone already had an edge.

That little rat Lu Yu is trying to set Yangyang up again, and only a blockhead like you would fall for it.

"What look?!" Lu Ting's voice was thick with hurt and accusation. He looked at Du Yang, his voice full of disappointment. "Du Yang, why would you tell He Lin to go after Xiao Yu? He already has nothing. Can't you just let him go?"

"If he's humiliated like this, how can he continue going to school? You even—"

"Slap!"

Before Lu Ting could finish, Grandma Lu slapped him hard, the sound echoing loudly.

"You fool!" Grandma Lu's hand trembled with anger. "You believe whatever Xiao Yu says! That little scoundrel has been harming Yangyang behind his back. Didn't you know it before? Don't you know it now?"

Lu Jin'an quickly supported Grandma and stood with her in front of Du Yang, separating the two.

"Dad, you are unworthy of being a father!" Lu Jin'an was disappointed and heartbroken. "When that little bastard bullied your brother as a child, you would just smooth things over and not believe Yangyang. Now you still don't believe him."

"Do you have to wait until that little bastard kills Yangyang before you believe him?"

Lu Jin'an shouted angrily, his expression terrifying, causing Lu Ting to cover his face and step back.

"I don't not believe Du Yang... I just..." It was just instinct to believe Lu Yu, whom he had cared for over a decade.

"Yangyang's surname is Lu. He is not called Du Yang!" Grandma Lu didn't want to see her son for another moment. She pointed at the door and said, "Get out!"

Given the situation, he couldn't explain it quickly, and Lu Ting didn't dare to actually anger his mother, so he had to leave—saving Xiao Yu was the priority.

"Mom, don't be mad. I'll come back and apologize after I save Xiao Yu!" Lu Ting said, then hurried off.

Du Yang didn't say a single word, but his hand gripped Fu Yan's tightly.

"Yangyang, don't listen to his nonsense. If he dares to say anything more about you, Grandma will smack him! He's no son of mine!"

Looking at the calm Du Yang, Grandma Lu felt heartbroken. She and Du Yang both still carried the hatred from their past lives after being reborn, and this time she even hoped that Du Yang had orchestrated this.

That jerk—if they didn't deal with him, he'd get his revenge anyway.

"Grandma, Brother, I'm fine." Du Yang's lips curved slightly, forming a faint smile. "It's getting late. Fu Yan and I will head back now. Grandma, I'll come to see you another time."

Fu Yan knew that Du Yang was very upset and didn't want Grandma and his brother to see it. He just told Grandma that he would take good care of him, and under Grandma Lu's sympathetic look, he quickly led Du Yang out.

Once in the car, Du Yang was unusually calm. Fu Yan drove out of the villa area, went a little farther, and pulled over to the side of the road.

He turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt, his dark eyes heavy with worry as he looked at the young man. Then he reached out and pulled him into a hug.

"Baby, it's okay to cry if you're sad."

As soon as Fu Yan finished speaking, he felt the frail body in his arms tremble, accompanied by faint, choked sobs.

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