Fu Lang simply didn’t believe the nonsense Fu Shiyan was spouting.
Who was young and who was older, could he possibly have seen it wrong?
Hadn’t he been mingling about all these years for nothing?
Seeing that Fu Shiyan didn’t seem to care much, he guessed it probably wasn’t anything serious.
The way Xia Xin and Jiangli got along really didn’t seem like there was any trickery involved.
So Fu Lang didn’t say anything more and the group drove off.
Everyone was sitting in the car.
Fu Lang glanced at Fu Shiyan sitting beside him, hesitating several times as if wanting to speak.
The atmosphere in the car became somewhat stagnant for a time.
Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan exchanged glances, both acting quite well-behaved in front of Fu Lang, not daring to talk much.
Wen Zishu also didn’t dare to be his usual playful self.
Fu Shiyan, on the other hand, kept his eyes closed as if meditating, seemingly asleep and unaware of Fu Lang’s unusual behavior.
But Fu Lang knew well that his nephew was different from his other nephews; he wasn’t someone without vigilance.
In fact, on some level, Fu Lang was somewhat afraid of Fu Shiyan.
After a long silence,
It was finally Fu Lang who coughed and took the initiative to speak.
"Shiyan, Lili is quite a good girl," he said.
Fu Shiyan opened his eyes, his voice clear, not like someone who had just woken up, "She is quite good, why does second uncle suddenly bring this up?"
Fu Lang sighed, "It’s nothing, I was just thinking... in the blink of an eye, you’ve grown so much, even have a girlfriend and are thinking about getting married. Before... I always thought you were never going to want to marry and have kids."
Fu Shiyan placed his hands on his knees without saying a word.
Wen Zishu asked Duan Jianchuan with his mouth, "What does second uncle mean by that?"
Fu Shiyan being in perfect health, and with the burden of the Fu Family on his shoulders, it was impossible for him not to think about marriage.
The people of the Fu Family must have been anxious for a long time, so how could Fu Lang think that Fu Shiyan would never want to marry and have children?
Duan Jianchuan quietly shook his head, how would he know the reason?
After a long time, Fu Shiyan said, "Second uncle is overthinking it," his tone completely flat.
Fu Lang nodded, still quite sentimental, "Yeah, it’s pretty good now. Although the things Lili does are somewhat unconventional, she is a strong-willed person. She suits you well and might even be able to help you."
When Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan heard what Fu Lang said, they became more confused.
Why did it feel like there was something they didn’t know?
The two of them looked at each other blankly.
Their four eyes met, all filled with confusion.
However, it was destined that no one would clear their doubts.
"I want to marry her, not for those reasons," Fu Shiyan’s eyes drooped, and the moonlight outside the car window just fell into his eyes and on his slender fingers, casting a soft glow.
Fu Lang paused, then quickly understood what Fu Shiyan meant.
He smiled lightly, "I was overthinking."
He reached out and patted Fu Shiyan’s shoulder, "No matter what, as long as you’re happy, and it’s what you want, that’s good. I promised in front of your parents’ graves that I’d take good care of you; they would certainly want you to be happy too."
Fu Shiyan hummed softly, "You don’t need to worry about me."
Fu Lang nodded in relief.
After listening to their conversation, Duan Jianchuan faintly sensed something and quietly glanced at Fu Lang and Fu Shiyan through the rearview mirror.
In fact, the profession that Jiangli worked in was not considered proper by normal standards, and could even be seen as somewhat inauspicious.
Especially for a family like the Fu’s, it was unlikely that they wouldn’t be picky about this.
But today, upon meeting Jiangli for the first time and seeing her sorting through bones, Fu Lang showed no displeasure towards Jiangli. Instead, he seemed quite fond of her.