Today is Suitable for Sweetness

Chapter 10: Mwah.

“Did I laugh?” Fu Chenyan glanced at Zhou Liang and spoke lightly, “You misunderstood.”

Zhou Liang: “…”

Cloud shapes change quickly. Fu Chenyan took out his phone, captured the heart-shaped cloud, and sent it to Ling Tian.

Zhou Liang looked up at the cloud and then at Fu Chenyan: “What are you doing?”

Fu Chenyan: “Nothing.”

Is he blind?!

Zhou Liang: “Are you taking a picture of that cloud?”

Fu Chenyan: “If you see it, why ask?”

Zhou Liang’s mouth twitched: “No, I’m asking why you’re taking a picture of that cloud?”

Fu Chenyan: “Just taking a random shot.”

Just a random shot?

Zhou Liang sneered: “Then why don’t you take a picture of the lake or the grassland?”

But he chose to capture a heart-shaped cloud?!

Taking pictures of clouds is nothing, but the key point is that the cloud looks like a heart!

Can something like love, which is surrounded by pink bubbles, be associated with someone like Fu Chenyan, who is not interested in women?

Assistant Yu also understood the situation, standing by the side, eyes watching the nose, nose watching the heart1.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a girlfriend; otherwise, he would also take a picture to send to his girlfriend.

Fu Chenyan glanced at Zhou Liang: “Are you teaching me how to take photos?”

Zhou Liang: “…”

At that moment, Fu Chenyan’s phone vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID and walked aside to answer the call.

“Husband一”

As soon as the call connected, a gentle and sweet voice flowed into his ears, with a slightly lingering tone, like the breeze that brushes through a flower sea in spring.

She also sounded charming, but completely different from the greasy woman earlier.

Fu Chenyan spoke warmly: “What’s wrong?”

Ling Tian: “I saw the photo you sent me, such a beautiful cloud! Where did you take it?”

Fu Chenyan: “Wolong Lake.”

Ling Tian: “Are you playing golf?”

Fu Chenyan: “Hmm, I’m also discussing some business matters with someone. What about you? What are you doing?”

Ling Tian: “I’m picking out clothes. I made plans with Qin Qin for lunch, getting ready to go out.”

Fu Chenyan: “Okay, stay safe.”

Ling Tian didn’t hang up the phone and sounded a bit reluctant: “Husband, do you think the cloud knows that I miss you, so it turned into a heart shape and drifted to you?”

Fu Chenyan looked up at the cloud that had already started to deform, a hint of a smile in his eyes: “Yes, it knows.”

Ling Tian: “Then why can’t I see such a heart-shaped cloud over here? Are you not thinking of me?”

Fu Chenyan paused slightly, his voice deep: “No, I am thinking of you.”

“I don’t believe it,” Ling Tian said. “Unless you kiss me.”

Fu Chenyan: “I’ll kiss you when I get back tonight.”

“No,” Ling Tian’s tone carried a hint of coquetry. “I miss you. I want you to kiss me now, like this, mwah一”

Her voice came through the phone as if her soft and tender lips had already touched his, and Fu Chenyan’s lips inexplicably felt a bit itchy.

Ling Tian: “I kissed you, and you should kiss me the same way.”

Fu Chenyan felt like he was going crazy. He remained silent for two seconds, then actually leaned towards his phone and lightly kissed it.

“Clatter!” A sound came from behind as something fell to the ground. Fu Chenyan turned his head and saw Zhou Liang standing not far behind him, looking at him with a bewildered expression as the golf club in his hand dropped to the floor.

Clearly, Zhou Liang had heard the “mwah” sound.

Ling Tian, on the other end of the phone, finally felt satisfied. “I heard that, husband. I won’t disturb you anymore. Remember to come back early tonight.”

Fu Chenyan: “Hmm.”

After ending the call, Zhou Liang stared at him: “Something’s not right with you, very wrong.”

Fu Chenyan ignored him and walked towards the green.

“Mr. Liang, here’s your golf club.” Assistant Yu picked up the club from the ground and handed it to Zhou Liang.

Zhou Liang took the club and caught up to Fu Chenyan. “Ah Yan, were you just on the phone with a woman?”

Fu Chenyan: “And if I was?”

Could it have been a man?

Zhou Liang couldn’t help but shudder at the cheesy sound of a “mwah.”

“Who knows? You’ve never been interested in women. It might be a man on the other end of the phone,” Zhou Liang smirked. “Am I right?”

Fu Chenyan paused in his footsteps and gave him a cold glance: “Want to die?”

“Just joking!” Zhou Liang raised an eyebrow, “It’s not easy for an iron tree to blossom. Are you just playing around or being serious?”

Fu Chenyan: “I’m serious.”

Zhou Liang’s curiosity was instantly aroused: “Do I know her?”

He quickly scanned through the eligible young ladies in Beijing, but couldn’t figure out which one Fu Chenyan would be interested in.

However, Fu Chenyan didn’t want to say more. “You will know her.”

At sunset, a black Maybach slowly drove into the Fu residence.

The main house was in a new Chinese style, with a graceful Chinese fir tree standing right at the entrance. The courtyard was deep, with the shadows of lotus trees, creating a beautiful landscape with an Eastern charm.

The Maybach parked in the courtyard, and as the car door opened, shiny leather shoes touched the ground. At the same time, the roaring sound of a supercar quickly approached, and a Lamborghini smoothly drifted, coming to a stop not far away.

Fu Yumo got out of the car, and with a glimpse of that noble and tall figure, he instinctively wanted to retreat back into the car. But with such commotion, he had to steel himself and walk over, calling out to Fu Chenyan, “Brother.”

He didn’t want to come back today, but he has a rule of having a meal at the main residence at the beginning of every month, which was set by Grandpa Fu.

“Hmm,” Fu Chenyan responded indifferently, without even looking at him directly. He buttoned up his suit while walking past him.

Fu Yumo’s face darkened.

His father, Wu Liangjing, married into the family, and his mother, Fu Jinshi, is the only daughter of Grandpa Fu. She was Grandpa Fu’s cherished pearl since childhood, deeply loved by him. He loved her so much that he also doted on his grandson, Fu Yumo.

When he was a child, he was a little tyrant who did whatever he wanted.

On the other hand, Fu Chenyan was just the illegitimate child of Fu Baiyuan and a secretary. He had been living outside for over a decade and only returned when he was twelve, hoping to enter the Fu family.

When Fu Baiyuan’s wife, Zhao Yuezhi, learned about the illegitimate child, she almost caused a big scene. Fu Baiyuan, being cold-hearted, already had a son, Fu Qingli, with Zhao Yuezhi, so he had no intention of acknowledging Fu Chenyan as his illegitimate child.

Fu Chenyan knelt outside the Fu family gate for three days and nights, enduring heavy rain. Fu Qingli felt sorry for Fu Chenyan and pleaded with Fu Baiyuan several times to let his half-brother into the family, but Fu Baiyuan remained unmoved.

It wasn’t until the last day when Fu Qingli knelt beside Fu Chenyan that Fu Baiyuan finally had a pang of sympathy and allowed Fu Chenyan to enter the family.

When Fu Chenyan was young, he was neglected and bullied in the Fu family, even the servants could scold him. In the end, this little tyrant had to call Fu Chenyan “brother.” How fucking frustrating!

In the living room, Grandpa Fu Qiqing sat on the sofa. His hair was white, and he was already in his seventies, but he was still sharp-minded and spirited.

Fu Chenyan approached Grandpa Fu to greet him.

Fu Qiqing looked up and gave him a cold, indifferent glance.

Fu Chenyan could feel that emotionless gaze. He knew that Fu Qiqing had never liked him, his illegitimate grandson. However, his abilities were the most outstanding, and the Fu family’s vast wealth could only be stable if it fell into his hands.

“Chenyan, you’re back,” Fu Qiqing spoke, “Go call your mother to come and eat.”

Fu Chenyan hesitated for a moment and nodded, “Alright.”

His “mother” was Zhao Yuezhi.

After Fu Qingli’s unexpected death, he officially acknowledged his ancestry and the Fu family publicly claimed him as Zhao Yuezhi’s biological son, stating that he had been resting in the countryside due to his weak health.

Although everyone knew the truth, aristocratic families always liked to maintain appearances. So in front of outsiders, Fu Chenyan had to address Zhao Yuezhi as his mother.

The main residence was a single-story building. Fu Chenyan walked through the Moon Gate and saw Zhao Yuezhi sitting in the courtyard with traditional Chinese garden lights shining beside her.

Zhao Yuezhi had an icy expression, and in the dim light, she seemed somewhat eerie. “What are you here for?”

Fu Chenyan’s tone was cold, “It’s time for dinner.”

But Zhao Yuezhi seemed to not have heard his words, “Killing my son wasn’t enough for you, now you want to kill me, don’t you?!”

A sense of hatred filled her eyes.

Such hatred had long become familiar to Fu Chenyan. He locked eyes with Zhao Yuezi, his gaze devoid of any ripples.

“Qingli was so good to you, but you killed him!” Zhao Yuezi’s voice gradually became sharp. “Ever since you entered this household, he started deteriorating! I’ve consulted someone, and it’s you who killed him!”

Fu Chenyan remained silent, offering no retort, quietly watching her.

Over the years, whenever she saw him, she couldn’t help but erupt.

“Why wasn’t it you who died?! You were born from that vile woman, He Yue. What right do you have to enter the Fu family’s door? What right do you have to replace Qingli? What right do you have to possess the life that should have been his?”

The calmer Fu Chenyan appeared, the more hysterical Zhao Yuezi became. Suddenly, she grabbed a teacup from the nearby table and hurled it at him.

He dodged to the side, and the teacup shattered into pieces beside him, splintering sharply. One fragment grazed his hand, which hung at his side, causing a sharp pain.

Fu Chenyan furrowed his brows slightly, raised his hand, and noticed a nearly two-inch-long cut on the back of his hand, from which fresh red blood began to well up.

He raised his gaze, looking at Zhao Yuezi. A coldness gathered in his narrow and sharp eyes.

Startled by his gaze, Zhao Yuezi’s heart skipped a beat as she feigned composure. “Y-You dare to look at me with such eyes?!”

Previously, no matter how she vented her hatred towards him, he seemed completely unaffected and indifferent.

Zhao Yuezi almost forgot that he was originally a cold and ruthless person. All those people from the Fu family who had bullied him, except for Fu Yumo, who had the protection of the patriarch, none of them had a good ending, even if they shared the surname Fu.

Fu Chenyan looked at Zhao Yuezi, with a chilly expression in his eyes.

Afraid? What does he have to be afraid of?

For so many years, he could endure her neuroticism not because she was his nominal “mother,” but because she was Fu Qingli’s mother.

However, she shouldn’t have hurt his hand… He glanced down at his bleeding hand.

This wound would make Ling Tian feel heartache when she saw it.