Yan Qiu opened his eyes.

It's not yet dawn, but the busy voices of the servants can already be heard outside.

The servants of Fu's family are well-trained, and even if they do things, they will not make too much noise, but he lives on the first floor, and the room is not soundproof, and the distance is too close, so he can hear the wind and grass outside.

Although he didn't sleep until the early morning because of excitement last night, Yan Qiu didn't feel any discomfort at being woken up. Instead, he quickly got up to wash up, opened the door and walked outside.

Then, under the command of the housekeeper, the workers were decorating the villa with pots of peach-pink cup-shaped roses, which filled the entire yard from the gate, forming a sea of flowers.

At this time, the sky had just dawned after a night of silence, and the pale golden sunlight and the roses in front of the villa complemented each other.

Yan Qiu was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

My mother's words a few days ago sounded in my mind, "Your birthday is two days later, and my mother wants to hold a birthday party for you."

It's just that everything in front of him is too unreal, so he couldn't help but walk up to the butler who was directing the arrangement of roses, and asked cautiously: "Uncle Zhou, these flowers?"

Steward Zhou is an old man over half a century old, kind and refined, and one of the few people in the Fu family who treats him tenderly.

Hearing his question, he really answered him immediately, "Master Qiu, this is the Juliet Rose, the first cut flower variety that was cultivated in Austin, England for 50 years, it is very precious, and it was specially prepared by the young master for today's banquetof." ①

"Did brother prepare it?" Yan Qiu couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Uncle Zhou said, looking at him gently with downcast eyes.

The young man in front of him has a fair face, a pair of deer eyes, he is timid when looking at people, his hair is slightly long, almost covering behind his ears, but he can still see a bright red mole on the earlobe of his left ear, which looks like a good old man.The finishing touch on the white porcelain.

His slender fingers unconsciously held the pendant on his chest, as if in deep thought.

Although Yan Qiu got an affirmative answer, he was still a little surprised.

After all, everyone knows that the person who has the most common relationship with him in this family is his elder brother Fu Chenze.

The eldest brother has always been raised by his father as his heir, and has a calm and serious personality.

Although he has never spoken harshly to him, he has always been lukewarm.

Yan Qiu always felt scared when he looked at him, so he never dared to speak to him when he had nothing to do, and the relationship was not close.

I didn't expect my eldest brother to be so interested in this birthday party.

Although he knew that this birthday party was not held for him alone, the eldest brother probably also did it for Fu Shuangchi.

But Yan Qiu couldn't help being moved.

Thinking that when meet eldest brother in a while, must thank him.

After the workers and gardeners finished decorating the villa, it was time for breakfast.

In fact, Yan Qiu didn't like having breakfast with them.

Both education and living habits of the Fu family are Western-style, but based on his life experience in the past twenty years, he can't tell the difference between the pile of knives, forks and spoons of different lengths on the table.

So many jokes were made.

Even though he worked hard to learn various dining etiquette later, the gap in life for so many years cannot be filled overnight.

Even though no one has ever said it, he can still feel some vague disdain every time he eats.

It's not obvious, even as light as a feather, but day after day, it's like a scale that is constantly being weighed, crushing his self-esteem little by little until it's dripping with blood.

Coupled with the scene on the first day when he just returned home, Yan Qiu has always had an indescribable resistance to eating together.

But the Fu family has strict rules. My father believes that eating is an effective way for the family to maintain their relationship, so we have three meals a day together. This is an unshakable rule that no one can shake.

So Yan Qiu could only walk towards the restaurant.

It's just that today's footsteps are lighter than in the past, and he wants to say thank you to his elder brother during breakfast.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the stairs, he heard two voices from upstairs.

Yan Qiu looked up, it was the elder brother and Fu Shuangchi.

Fu Shuangchi looked like she had just woken up, and walked down wearing only a pajamas, yawning as she walked, her hair was a little messy after a night of sleep.

The eldest brother walked beside him reminding him to pay attention to the steps, while raising his hand to gently help him to suppress the slight curl on the top of his head.

Fu Shuangchi rubbed his elder brother's palm comfortably, with a lazy expression of enjoyment, like a precious cat.

Seeing this, the eldest brother unconsciously showed a trace of tenderness and a smile in his eyes.

Yan Qiu was stabbed by the smile in his eyes, and quickly moved his eyes away.

This is the look that the eldest brother has never shown to him.

On the first day he came back, he had heard that Fu Chenze, the young master of the Fu family, loved his younger brother like his life.

Even if he later learned that Fu Shuangchi was not his real brother, but just a fake young master who was wrongly hugged twenty years ago.

Attitude has not changed one point.

On the contrary, to his own brother, he was more like a stranger.

Yan Qiu still remembered hearing from his servant that the room his mother arranged for him was on the second floor, where his elder brother and Fu Shuangchi also lived.

But it's just because Fu Shuangchi flirted with her eldest brother, saying that the two of them are awkward and don't want to see each other every day.

So the elder brother forcefully changed his room to the first floor, where the nanny lived.

Yan Qiu has no objection, after all, this is already the best room he has ever lived in.

Just as he was wandering in the sky, the elder brother and Fu Shuangchi had already left, Yan Qiu quickly withdrew his thoughts, trying to muster up the courage to call out elder brother.

But before he could speak, Fu Shuangchi called out one step ahead of him: "Brother."

Hearing this, Fu Chenze hurriedly reached out to support him nervously, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Shuangchi said, walking past Yan Qiu, "I'm hungry."

"I'll send them to get you a scone."

"No need, Dad didn't see well."

The voices of the two of them gradually faded away, they seemed to see Yan Qiu, but they didn't seem to see him at all.

Yan Qiu has long been used to this kind of ignorance, but the courage to thank him that he had accumulated with great difficulty in the morning dissipated in an instant.

He silently followed them to the restaurant. Not long after he sat down, he saw the indoor elevator door open, and then Fu Jianting and Lu Ruan walked out.

"Dad, Mom."

The three of them shouted immediately.

Lu Ruan was wearing a golden velvet wine red dress, with exquisite makeup and a smile.

Fu Jianting is in a black suit.

Although the two are nearly fifty years old, there is no trace of time left on their bodies, and they still look young.

"Mom, you are so beautiful today." As soon as Lu Ruan sat down, Fu Shuangchi praised.

Hearing this, Lu Ruan raised her hand to her lips and smiled, "You are the only one who can talk."

"Dad, Mom, why are you all dressed up now?" Fu Shuangchi continued to ask.

"Can we be like you? There are more people at the banquet today than in previous years, so you can't make any mistakes. Don't take it too seriously. Go change into your dress after dinner."

"Mom, I understand." Fu Shuangchi nodded in response.

Yan Qiu didn't realize it until he heard this, hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Mom, my dress."

Lu Ruan seemed a little surprised when he heard his words, she was stunned for a moment before turning her head, and then a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, as if she didn't hear his question clearly.

Seeing this, Yan Qiu plucked up the courage to say it again, "The dress I'm wearing today is still...not..."

"Your dress..." Lu Ruan froze for a moment, although Yan Qiu deliberately suppressed it, she could still hear the bewilderment in her tone.

Just as Yan Qiu was about to speak, Fu Shuangchi suddenly answered, "Brother's dress has been delivered, but it was delivered to me."

"Oh." Lu Ruan seemed to be relieved, the expression on his face came alive again, and he said to Fu Shuangchi, "It's fine with you, I thought they forgot."

The "they" said it all, so it sounded like, "I thought I forgot."

But Yan Qiu didn't care.

At this time, all the dishes were served, and following Fu Jianting's order, everyone began to eat.

The Fu family pays attention to not talking when eating or sleeping, so no one makes a sound during meals.

Yan Qiu lowered his head and concentrated on fighting with the knife and fork in his hand, trying to cut the fried egg in front of him without making a sound.

However, at this time, there was a "hissing" sound on the right side, which was the sound of a western food knife across the dinner plate.

The voice was so impressive that Yan Qiu trembled in fright, the knife and fork in his hand was not steady, and fell to the ground with a "slap".

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on him and Fu Shuangchi.

Fu Shuangchi smiled, and said indifferently, "My hand is slippery."

Lu Ruan gave him a helpless smile, and said, "You." There was no more text.

Then his eyes fell on him, and he said tolerantly: "Change another knife and fork for Xiaoqiu."

"Yes, ma'am."

The knife and fork were quickly changed, but Yan Qiu was no longer in the mood to eat.

After realizing that his back felt a little cold, Yan Qiu realized that in the short moment just now, a layer of cold sweat was seeping on his back.

Uncontrollably recalling the scene when he was taken back to Fu's house just a year ago in his mind.

Instead of crying with joy and hugging tenderly as he imagined, everyone looked at him politely and distantly, even with a bit of embarrassment.

Before he could speak, Fu Shuangchi, who was standing behind them, ran out.

Then, the house was thrown into chaos.

It took a long time for Fu Shuangchi to be brought back.

The old-fashioned and serious father was full of tension, the gentle and virtuous mother was holding him and weeping, and the unapproachable elder brother squatted in front of him with distressed eyes, holding his hand to comfort him gently.

Yan Qiu stood beside them with the suitcase in hand and looked at them.

Even though they were only a few steps away, there seemed to be an invisible moat between them.

Can't get through, can't touch.

After finally comforting Fu Shuangchi, everyone finally had a meal together.

On the table were exquisite dishes he had never seen before, with a knife and fork and a ribeye steak in front of him.

Yan Qiu watched them gracefully pick up the knife and fork to cut up the meat and put it in their mouths, and he wanted to imitate the gourd.

But because of the non-standard movements, the knife and fork scratched across the plate and made a harsh sound.

Everyone's eyes turned to him instantly.

Seeing this, Lu Ruan said apologetically, "I'm sorry Xiaoqiu, mom... Mom didn't consider that you don't know how to use a knife and fork."

With that said, he handed the cut in front of him to him.

Fu Jianting heard the words, and suddenly said: "Since I have come back, I can no longer be surnamed Yan, why not..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "hiss", and the western food knife cut across the white porcelain plate, making a sharp sound, which attracted everyone's attention.

Yan Qiu followed their gazes and saw Fu Shuangchi sitting on the seat without saying a word, with tears streaming down his face.

"Xiao Chi." Lu Ruan immediately felt distressed, "Why are you crying? Did you tell mom what's wrong?"

Fu Shuangchi raised her head, looked over the long and narrow dining table, and looked straight at him, "Give him my name, give it all to him, it belongs to him anyway, I'm not your son, he is, I'll give it backhe."

As Fu Shuangchi said, he suddenly picked up the western food knife in his right hand and slashed fiercely on his wrist.

Not deep, but still seeped blood immediately.

Lu Ruan screamed, and quickly took out a handkerchief to cover his hand.

The whole Fu family was in chaos again in an instant.

After all, Yan Qiu didn't finish his first meal back home, and no one mentioned changing his surname after that.

Fu Shuangchi was still the second young master of the Fu family, and the servants called him Young Master Qiu in a compromised way.

Their identities seem to have changed, but they don't seem to change.

It's just that from then on, Yan Qiu became nervous about the sound of the knife and fork across the dinner plate.

So he practiced not making a sound over and over again in front of the video he found on the Internet, but Fu Shuangchi seemed to have discovered new fun, and would do it deliberately from time to time.

And those eyes that were full of contempt when looking at him also fell on Fu Shuangchi, but they were replaced by tolerance and helplessness.

How strange, Yan Qiu couldn't understand it.

Why would he be considered uneducated if he did the same behavior, and would be seen as suffering and embarrassing for the past twenty years, while Fu Shuangchi could be so nonchalant and leisurely.

It turns out that the standard of western food will be different for different people.

"Second brother?"

When Yan Qiu came back to his senses, he realized that everyone else had finished their meal and left, and only him and Fu Shuangchi, who was looking at him with a half-smile but not a smile, were left in the restaurant.

He was born on the same day as Fu Shuangchi, but he was born a few minutes earlier, so Fu Shuangchi would call him Second Brother in front of his parents.

But not when no one is there.

Somehow today, the sun came out from the west.

Yan Qiu was a little uncomfortable, but he quickly replied, "Yeah."

"Have you finished eating?" Fu Shuang asked him late.

In fact, Yan Qiu didn't have any appetite at all after such an experience in the morning, and he didn't like the taste of the meal, but he still nodded.

"Then let's go."

Yan Qiu froze for a moment, "Where are you going?"

"Take the dress." Fu Shuangchi said with a smile.

Although his smile was very gentle, for some reason, Yan Qiu must have felt a trace of coldness in his eyes.

But he still nodded, got up and followed Fu Shuangchi upstairs.

It was the first time for Yan Qiu to set foot on the second floor. Fu Shuangchi's room was completely different from his.

Fu Shuangchi's room was the size of three of his rooms. In addition, there was a luxuriously decorated bathroom, study and cloakroom. Outside the balcony was a curved terrace, from which one could see a sea of pale pink flowers.

Only then did Yan Qiu realize that it was the Juliet roses arranged by the workers in the morning.

There were two dresses hanging on the hanger, one black and one white. Fu Shuang sat down lazily on the chair, nodded at the dresses, and motioned him to take one.

The luxurious Persian carpet under his feet was too soft, as if he was stepping on a cloud, Yan Qiu actually felt his legs go limp when he walked on it.

Yan Qiu walked to the black walnut floor-to-ceiling clothes hanger by the corner, and then looked at the two identical suits in front of him, and fell into a dilemma.

"Which one?" Yan Qiu asked.

"casual."

Yan Qiu was uncomfortably stared at by him, in order to leave early, he grabbed the white suit sitting outside and wanted to leave.

However, he was called before taking a few steps.

"Just try it here."

Hearing this, Yan Qiu stopped in his tracks, and then saw Fu Shuangchi still sitting upright, looking at him with a half-smile.

Although he didn't understand what he meant, he had been submissive for many years and let him do it. However, what he didn't expect was that the dress in his hand didn't fit well, and he was wearing it too big.

"Ah!" Seeing this, Fu Shuangchi pretended to be surprised and raised her hand to cover her mouth. "It seems that Mom forgot to tell them. They still made it according to my size as usual."

When Yan Qiu heard this, how could he still not understand what he meant, and the smile on his face faded.

"But I can't blame them. After all, my name is the only one on the invitation letter. It's normal for them not to know that you want to participate."

When Yan Qiu heard this, he suddenly raised his head, "What... do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Fu Shuangchi said with a smile, got up and handed him an exquisite birthday invitation letter.

Yan Qiu stretched out his hand, only to find that his fingers trembled at some point.

It was obviously just a thin piece of paper, but it took Yan Qiu a long time to open it.

His eyes fell on the invitation.

There was only a short sentence on it, but it took him a long time to understand the meaning of this sentence.

You are welcome to attend the second son Fu Shuangchi's birthday party on November 11th...

Yan Qiu stared at the "second son" and "Fu Shuangchi" for a long time, and suddenly remembered what Lu Ruan said a few days ago.

"It's your birthday in two days. Mom wants to hold a birthday party for you."

Ever since his aunt passed away, Yan Qiu hadn't celebrated his birthday, so he had been looking forward to it for many days, but only now did he realize that everything was just self-indulgent.

"So what if you are your own?" Fu Shuangchi looked at him with a provocative smile, "Compared with blood relationship, my parents and elder brother still value the feelings they have had for me for so many years."

"No." Even the already shaky self-confidence in my heart was shattered by the facts in front of me.

But Yan Qiu still insisted and replied.

As soon as the words fell, a trace of sarcasm flashed in Fu Shuangchi's eyes, "Then try?"

Before Yan Qiu could react, Fu Shuangchi suddenly took a step forward, yanked off the wooden pendant that never left his neck and held it in his hand.

Yan Qiu immediately wanted to snatch it back, but was pushed down by Fu Shuangchi. He couldn't dodge in time, and slammed his head on the cabinet next to him.

There was a sudden sharp pain behind the ear, followed by dizziness in the head.

Soon, a scream came from above his head.

After the darkness in front of me finally dissipated, I saw that the originally empty room was crowded with people.

A blood-stained pendant fell on the ground. Fu Shuangchi was clutching his arm, explaining his "crime" to others with pain on his face.

"I just wanted to take a look, and my brother got angry and suddenly scratched my arm with this piece of broken wood."

Before he had time to explain, his normally serious father frowned at the scratch on Fu Shuangchi's arm.

The always soft-spoken mother gave him a cold look, and then hugged Fu Shuangchi's arm with a handkerchief in distress.

It was the first time for the always serious elder brother to have such a vivid expression, his eyes filled with distress.

"What's going on here?" His father asked him condescendingly.

Before Yan Qiu could speak, he heard his mother say, "That's right, Xiao Qiu, what are you doing? Mom told you that Xiao Chi has a blood clotting disorder, so he can't be injured. It's very troublesome for him to bleed."

"Stop talking nonsense with him." The elder brother who had been silent all this time carefully pulled Fu Shuangchi out, "I'll take Xiaochi to the hospital first."

"I'll go too." The mother said and wanted to follow, but was stopped by the father.

"What about today's banquet after everyone has left? You go down first."

Lu Ruan still looked worried, but nodded, glanced at Yan Qiu, and walked out.

For a while, only he and Fu Jianting were left in the room.

Yan Qiu wanted to stand up, but for some reason his head was still dizzy, so he could only look up at him feebly.

Something flashed in Fu Jianting's eyes, but it was replaced by a coldness in the end, "You are our own child, and your blood relationship is incomparable to him, so why bother with him."

"Yan Qiu, he can't compete with you."

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Everyone in the upper class of City A knows that there is a little beauty beside the head of the Fu family.

The beauty is beautiful, and she followed Fu Jiqiu before she graduated from university. For three whole years, she was determined.

They all thought that another miracle of sparrows flying up the branches would happen in the circle.

But only the beauty knows that Fu Jiqiu doesn't love her.

In Fu Jiqiu's eyes, he was just a substitute who looked somewhat similar to Bai Yueguang.

The man likes to cover his eyes when he is on the bed. At first he thought it was for fun, until later, by chance, he heard the man call another person's name in his ear.

Fu Jiqiu thought he was begging for money to stay by his side, but only Xie Ximing knew that when he approached him with love from the very beginning.

However, the first year together.

In the magnificent private room, people from the same circle as them sat, their eyes fell on him, and their eyes were full of amusement, "Boss Fu, new Xiaoqing?"

Fu Jiqiu didn't speak at that time.

But then Xie Ximing went to the bathroom and came back, and when he walked to the door, he heard his voice, "It's just something that was posted upside down."

The second year together.

Xie Ximing was drugged by someone with a heart, he struggled desperately and used Fu Jiqiu to resist.

But the man pinched his chin, and smiled obsessively, "What do you think you are? I have a billion project in my hand. Do you think he wants money or you?"

Later, he escaped desperately by jumping off the balcony, and returned to Fu's house covered in scars.

However, the servant at home said that Mr. Ling was ill, and Mr. Fu went to visit him, but he was not at home.

In the third year of being together, the entire city of A knew the news that the Fu family was going to marry the Jiang family.

"So what am I?" Xie Jinming asked him.

Fu Jiqiu smiled, his smile was weak, as if he was laughing at his overthinking, "It's just a lover who can't get on the stage."

Xie Ximing gave up completely and wanted to leave.

Hearing this, Fu Jiqiu just touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist unhurriedly, "Having enjoyed the glory and wealth for so long, can you still live the life before?"

Xie Ximing didn't speak, and left all the jewelry and cards he had given him over the years, and disappeared cleanly.

When Fu Jiqiu went to look for him, he only saw a death certificate with a line of small characters on it, saying that she was 8 weeks pregnant.

From then on, the whole city A knew that the cold-hearted head of the Fu family went crazy because of a canary.

Not only did she sever ties with the Ling family, ruining a billion-dollar project, but she also placed an urn in the most conspicuous place in her home, and introduced to everyone that it was Mrs. Fu.

Everyone found it unbelievable, but no one really dared to mention that name in front of him again.

Three years later, a topic suddenly hit the hot searches.

#What does the best looking amateur look like in real life#

Clicking in is a video, very short.

It was snowing heavily, and a young man was holding a child's hand to buy candied haws on the side of the road.

The man has a beautiful appearance and a pure temperament, and there is a beautiful little mole on the corner of his eye.

The child is round and cute, like a little milk dumpling.

Everyone is guessing how beautiful the child's mother should be?

Only after seeing this news, Fu Jiqiu, whose eyes were red, knew that Xie Yumingsheng was the child's mother.

This is his and Xie Ximing's child!

He tried his best to find Xie Jinming, but the young man whose eyes were full of him looked at him with cold eyes.

"Boss Fu, I already have a family."

"Why, you also want to be my unworthy lover?"