Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 317 - 177 Sigh_2

Chapter 317: Chapter 177 Sigh_2

"I also have a son, not as cute as you," the boss said with a grin, his eyes full of affection, "I feel anxious if I don’t see my son every day. Unfortunately, life’s demands mean my wife and I have to work here to earn money. We don’t have time to take care of our child, so we have to leave him in our hometown. Last year we finally saved enough money to bring our son here."

For some reason, listening to the boss’s words, Fu Yang felt a strange sensation in his heart. He furrowed his brow subconsciously, "What does that have to do with me?"

"I mean, there isn’t a parent who doesn’t want to be with their child, especially when you’re so adorable."

The boss had hesitated when he first saw Fu Yang because Fu Yang’s demeanor had changed so much from when he was young.

Young Fu Yang was chubby and would smile at anyone he saw, his two little dimples were incredibly cute, and those big eyes, like damp black grapes, would look at you and almost melt your heart.

"..."

Fu Yang was inexplicable, not understanding why the boss kept harping on about cuteness.

"Oh, I’ve been so caught up chatting with you all, I forgot to cook the noodles. Wait a moment, they’ll be ready soon."

As the boss said this, he walked back into the kitchen. Just as he entered, a boy with a buzz cut, holding a paper airplane, came running out. He must be the son the boss was speaking about.

Children don’t know to stay away from those with wealth and power; they only know that Fu Yang is exceptionally good-looking, which the boy liked a lot.

He sat next to Fu Yang, holding the paper airplane, "Big brother, do you know how to make a paper airplane?"

Fu Yang’s gaze dropped to the paper airplane, seemingly reminded of something, his eyes darkened, "Yes."

"Could you teach me? I want to give my dad a surprise."

The little boy spoke, his eyes sparkling, watching Fu Yang with eager anticipation.

Even Fu Yang couldn’t bring himself to reject such a gaze.

He picked up a sheet of paper and taught the little boy how to make a paper airplane. His folding technique was much better than the boy’s father’s, resulting in a much more precise airplane.

The boy treasured it, looking excitedly at Fu Yang, "You’re amazing, who taught you to fold it?"

Fu Yang looked up subconsciously at Fu Siyu, who was looking at the menu, his eyes slightly down-turned, just like so many years ago.

Fu Yang pursed his lips, "I learned it myself."

"You’re so smart." The little boy clapped his hands.

"Xiaohu, you’re disturbing the guest again."

At that moment, the boss came out with bowls of beef noodles, seeing his son talking to Fu Yang, worried the son might disturb the guest, "Go back inside, I’ll come play with you in a bit."

"Okay, dad."

Xiaohu picked up the paper airplane, smiled at Fu Yang, "Thank you, big brother, I’ll head back now."

The boss placed two bowls of beef noodles on the table and added some cilantro, "It’s the same flavor as before; see if anything has changed."

Fu Siyu picked up his chopsticks and took a sip, nodding slightly, "It hasn’t changed much, tastes good."

"I’m glad you like it, take your time eating. My kid is naughty, I need to go watch him."

"Okay."

Normally, the noodle shop would have already closed by this time, so after the boss went back to the kitchen, only Fu Yang and Fu Siyu were left in the shop.

Fu Siyu didn’t speak, and Fu Yang also remained silent.

The only sounds in the noodle shop were the rising steam from the soup and the faint chewing noises.

Fu Yang finished eating first. He stood up, didn’t say a word, and walked straight out of the noodle shop. Fu Siyu didn’t even lift his head, letting Fu Yang leave.

At that moment, the boss came over, seeing only Fu Siyu there, he was curious, "Did that handsome young man leave already?"

"He didn’t leave; he’ll be back."

"Oh okay, just call me if you need anything."

Sure enough, as Fu Siyu expected, it wasn’t long before Fu Yang walked back in, carrying a large box.

He placed the box beside the chair, glanced at Fu Siyu’s bowl, "You already had dinner tonight, now you’re eating so much again, you really are"

Unable to finish his words, Fu Yang didn’t dare to speak them out loud, but he knew, Fu Siyu was as clever as a ghost and definitely understood his meaning.

"Let’s go back."

Fu Siyu didn’t squabble with Fu Yang, pulled out some bills from his wallet, placed them on the table, then walked out with big strides.

Fu Yang quickly followed, his hands empty, and Fu Siyu didn’t ask.

"This place used to have a row of ginkgo trees; now it’s all been flattened."

As the two walked towards the parking lot, Fu Siyu suddenly spoke.

Fu Yang looked to the side of the road; he had always had a good memory, remembering most things from his childhood, naturally including the times Fu Siyu used to take him for walks here where there were indeed ginkgo trees.

But Fu Yang didn’t understand the purpose of Fu Siyu suddenly bringing this up.

Was he trying to remind him of how well Fu Siyu had treated him once so that now, when Fu Siyu snapped his fingers, he should dutifully comply?

Fu Yang’s expression turned cold, "It’s been flattened, it was just a row of trees, who would remember."

"I remember." Fu Siyu turned, his intense gaze falling on Fu Yang, "Even though it was against my will, I indeed left you alone in the country, I"

"What, the mighty Mr. Fu actually wants to explain to me, not going to apologize too? That would truly be my honor."

Fu Yang didn’t let Fu Siyu finish his words.

He stared directly at Fu Siyu, his lips tightly pressed together, the corners of his eyes reddened, as if struggling to hold back tears, yet also restraining uncontrollable emotions, "But I’m not a little kid you can mollify with some gifts anymore. I don’t care for your explanations, you can go wherever you want, return to the country if you want, it’s none of my business. You didn’t need to explain to me before, you don’t need to now, and you certainly won’t need to in the future."

With that, Fu Yang directly hailed a taxi, got in furiously, and soon disappeared from Fu Siyu’s sight.

The cold wind blew, lifting yellow leaves that twirled down under the dim lights, mixed with a faint sigh.