Chapter 139 IF Line: Raised in the Palm 6

Chapter 139 IF Line: Growing Up in the Palm of His Hand 6

The little one instinctively pressed closer to Fu Yan when seeing a stranger, wrapping his arms around his neck, his soft little face suddenly pressing against Fu Yan's cheek.

Warm, with a faint, pleasant scent.

This tangible feeling of being trusted and needed was like soft little hands kneading Fu Yan's heart again and again.

Fu Yan's gaze gently swept over the curious yet timid little one, then he looked at his mother helplessly.

"Ms. Chi, keep it together. Don't scare Yangyang."

Chi Xinya abruptly halted her pouncing motion, standing still, and asked hesitantly, "Did you say his name is Yangyang?"

The Lu family's youngest son, who died young four years ago, was also named Yangyang. This child did look a bit familiar—his eyes were very much like Lu Yang's, both round and big.

But this child was too thin. Though his eyes were pretty, they lacked Lu Yang's sparkle, and he was also quite timid.

Chi Xinya immediately shelved the impossible thought—Lu Yang had died four years ago.

"Yeah, his name is Yangyang. I'm going to raise him." Fu Yan's voice was steady, seemingly devoid of emotion yet resolute.

Like he was reporting a task to his boss.

Chi Xinya had long expected her son to keep this child. Someone who'd go so far as to steal a child wouldn't just lose interest after a day or two.

Her son's interests were truly niche.

"If you've decided, your father and I have no objections." Chi Xinya smiled warmly, reaching out to hug Du Yang.

Since her son was going to raise a child, he'd be her child too—better to build the relationship early.

Seeing the bruises on Du Yang's face, Chi Xinya's voice softened even more. "Come let Auntie hold you, okay, Yangyang?"

Du Yang clung tighter to Fu Yan's neck, shrinking further into his arms. "I don't wanna go with the fairy sister. I want to stay with brother."

"Fairy sister?" Chi Xinya couldn't help but laugh, and even Fu Xing, who rarely smiled, curled his lips slightly.

The little guy's got good taste.

His wife really is a fairy.

Chi Xinya wanted to hold the child again. "What a little sweetheart! Come here, let sister spoil you!"

Fu Yan shifted to avoid her, his voice helpless. "Mom, how old are you, still calling yourself sister? That's not right."

"Yangyang, this is brother's mom. You can call her Auntie."

Fu Yan had initially wanted Du Yang to call her "Mom," but the words changed at the last moment. Though it would happen sooner or later, the little one had just arrived—he needed time to adjust.

Du Yang obediently said, "Hello, Auntie."

"This is brother's dad." Fu Yan carried the little one closer to his father. "Yangyang, say 'Uncle.'"

Fu Xing had a stern, cold face. Without any expression, his aura was aggressive—the kind that scared children on sight.

Now he tried hard to appear approachable, not wanting to scare the child, and flashed what he thought was a friendly smile.

But he didn't realize his aura was too strong. To the little one, his smile looked like a bad uncle about to snatch him up and sell him.

Du Yang was timid, his little hands gripping Fu Yan's coat tightly, his body unconsciously tensing as he whispered, "Hello, Uncle."

Fu Yan felt the little one's nervousness, his palm shielding the child's back as he comforted him softly, "Don't be scared, Yangyang. Uncle is a good person—he just looks scary."

"Brother is a good person, and brother's dad is a good person too."

Du Yang glanced timidly at Fu Xing again. "Uncle is a good person. My dad is the real villain."

Fu Xing immediately asked, "Little guy, what does your dad do?"

Thinking of how Du Debao did nothing but drink, gamble, and beat him, Du Yang's face instantly turned pale.

"Dad." Fu Yan interrupted his father's questioning. "Let's not talk out here. Let's have dinner first—Yangyang is hungry."

Seeing that her son didn't want to discuss it, Chi Xinya quickly followed his lead. "I was so happy seeing Yangyang that I forgot. Let's go inside—we've made lots of delicious food to welcome our Yangyang."

The villa was elegant and refined without losing comfort, every corner exuding a distinctly Eastern aesthetic.

Du Yang's eyes couldn't take it all in—calligraphy and paintings by famous masters hung on the walls, antique vases everywhere. He couldn't understand any of it, only knew it was beautiful—the kind of thing you'd only see on TV.

The dining table was truly laden with dishes. In the little one's limited experience, he couldn't find words to describe such a spread.

The only thing he could think of was when grandma watched TV at home, and he'd been lucky enough to catch a bit of the show.

"The food at brother's house is what emperors eat."

That one sentence made everyone laugh, even the maid nearby joined in.

"All these dishes were prepared for you, Yangyang. Tell Auntie what you want, and I'll serve it for you."

Chi Xinya had felt a faint sense of familiarity with this child from the first moment she saw him, and now she liked him even more.

He was far more interesting than her son, who never smiled and wasn't much of a talker.

Chi Xinya only managed to serve him once before Fu Yan took over.

Fu Yan did everything himself—picking dishes for Du Yang, removing fish bones, shelling shrimp, and even feeding him by hand from time to time.

Chi Xinya and her husband watched, stunned.

When had their cold, unfeeling son ever waited on anyone so attentively?

Du Yang wasn't a picky eater. Whatever Fu Yan gave him, the little one ate with relish.

Seeing that the little one had eaten just about enough—though his eyes were still fixed on the table—Fu Yan stopped feeding him.

Du Yang had barely been able to get enough to eat before. Suddenly eating too much meat would upset his stomach, so Fu Yan had only picked easily digestible dishes.

Seeing Fu Yan finish his meal, Chi Xinya set down her chopsticks. "I had Auntie Qin fix up a room next to your bedroom. Yangyang can stay there."

Fu Yan declined calmly, "No need for that. Yangyang will sleep in my room."

"Yangyang, do you still want to sleep with brother tonight?" Fu Yan looked down and asked the little one softly.

Without a second thought, Du Yang immediately said, "I want to sleep with brother."

Brother smells nice and is so good to him—of course he wants to be with brother, and keep an eye on him.

"Alright, brother will take you upstairs to see the room."

Fu Yan got up and scooped up the little boy, turning to head upstairs, leaving his parents looking worried downstairs.

"Honey, does Xiao Yan have some kind of weird kink? My son might be a little off, but this kind of thing is a hard no."

The more Chi Xinya thought about it, the more worried she got. She figured she had to steer her son right—some lines you just don't cross. So she dragged her husband and headed upstairs after them.

Fu Yan's room was huge, with a massive walk-in closet and a big study attached.

There were newly bought model airplanes, children's toy guns, and other boyish toys in the room, all bought by Fu Yan, who had Butler Qi handle it.

Fu Yan gently squeezed the child's soft little hand. "Yangyang, these are all your toys. If none of these catch your eye, just tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you."

"That's way too much. I don't need toys." Du Yang looked up at Fu Yan. "Brother, I can wash dishes. I can help out in the kitchen."

Fu Yan crouched down, his big hand wrapping around the kid's skinny shoulder. "Yangyang, here, you don't have to do anything. All you gotta do is grow up happy and healthy."

Thump, thump!

Chi Xinya stood at the door of the room. "Son, got a minute? Your father and I need to talk to you."

Fu Yan ruffled the child's hair. "Yangyang, play with your toys for a bit. I need to talk to Auntie for a sec, and I'll be right back."

Though Du Yang didn't want to be apart from his brother, he obediently nodded and sat on the chair to wait.

Chi Xinya pulled her son into the next room, closed the door, and got straight to the point.

"Son, tell Mom honestly—you and Yangyang... do you have some special preference? Yangyang is still a child..."

"Mom." Fu Yan's face suddenly darkened, his voice turning cold. "Yangyang is just a kid. What could I possibly do? Do you seriously think I'm some kind of creep?"

Fu Xing, hearing this, was displeased. "How dare you talk to your mother like that?"

Fu Yan pressed his lips together and said nothing, feeling angry inside.

Chi Xinya signaled her husband with her eyes, but Fu Xing didn't notice. "If you say there's nothing, then explain this: why did you suddenly bring the kid back, why do you care so much about him, and why do you want to sleep together?"

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