Fu Siyu finished peeling the orange and naturally handed it to Shu Wan, "Here you go."
Shu Wan tried a segment and found it quite sweet, "It’s pretty sweet, you should try some."
Instead of peeling a new one, Fu Siyu simply took a segment from Shu Wan’s hand.
In her past life, although Shu Wan had interacted with many as a man, her current relationship with Fu Siyu was quite different.
An odd feeling rose in Shu Wan’s heart, but before she could contemplate its origin, their car had already returned to the estate.
"Young Master, Young Madam, we’ve arrived, please get out."
Although they hadn’t been gone long, the sight of the blossoming flowers and familiar decorations upon returning evoked an indescribable sense of nostalgia.
Seeing Shu Wan and Fu Siyu return, the Housekeeper, with a joyful smile, approached with the servants, "Young Madam, Young Master is waiting for you, dinner is ready."
Shu Wan nodded and walked inside with Fu Siyu.
In the living room, Fu Yang was lazily leaning on the couch, his left hand suspended in front of his chest, his brow slightly furrowed.
As he heard footsteps, he looked up to see Shu Wan and Fu Siyu walking side by side.
Shu Wan had hardly noticed, but he had long seen that his crafty father always wore a tie that matched the color of Shu Wan’s dress.
At that moment, Shu Wan wore a sky-blue long dress, resembling a fresh breeze amidst the misty rains of Jiangnan, while Fu Siyu donned a tie in a similar dark blue hue, like a steadfast mountain.
Though Fu Yang was reluctant to admit it, he had to concede that these two made a pleasing sight together.
"How are you feeling?"
Fu Siyu walked over to Fu Yang and lifted his arm to check.
"Ugh," Fu Yang gave Fu Siyu a look of disgust, "You’re so annoying. Why haven’t you gone abroad yet?"
Then, Shu Wan also came over and carefully examined Fu Yang’s injuries, "The recovery is not bad, how are you feeling?"
Facing Shu Wan, Fu Yang’s attitude softened slightly, "It’s okay, I’m not like you two old bones. I’ll recover just staying at home for a few days. Why make such a fuss?"
Fu Siyu couldn’t be bothered to argue with Fu Yang, but Shu Wan wouldn’t let him off, stretching out her hand to pat Fu Yang on the head, "We’re just concerned about you."
Fu Yang dodged slightly, "Can you not be so cheesy, who asked you to care about me?"
Shu Wan glanced at Fu Yang’s slightly red ears, somewhat amused, "If we don’t care about you, then who should we?"
Hearing Shu Wan’s words, Fu Yang looked even more uncomfortable, but there was a barely discernible smile in his eyes, "Who knows, care about whoever you want."
"We care about you." Knowing Fu Yang’s contrarian character, Shu Wan simply went along with him, "Come on, let’s eat."
"Who needs your caring?"
Fu Yang felt ants crawling all over, uncomfortable in every way, but his heart seemed wrapped in warm water, strangely uplifting his mood.
Shu Wan had already walked towards the dining room, while Fu Siyu still stood there, quietly watching Fu Yang. Fu Yang hardly suppressed a smirk, facing Fu Siyu and scoffed, "Watching what?"
"Watching you being silly," Fu Siyu mercilessly teased, like a silly son.
"Not sure who’s being silly, getting all delusional," Fu Yang glanced at Fu Siyu’s tie, "Hmm—"
Hearing Fu Yang’s words, even the composed Fu Siyu couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, his gaze slightly deepened, "Even with a broken hand, you can’t keep your mouth shut."
"Tsks," Fu Yang was not intimidated by Fu Siyu’s imposing demeanor, confronting Fu Siyu’s deep gaze, "Getting mad because I’m right, aren’t you?"
At this moment, seeing that the two had not caught up, Shu Wan looked back, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Fu Yang grinned at Fu Siyu, "Just haven’t seen my dad for a long time. Just showing some concern."
Fu Siyu also turned back, resuming his usual calm demeanor, "No matter, just checking his injury."
"..." This father-son relationship is surprisingly harmonious.
Because Fu Yang’s arm was broken, he needed help with his food during the meal.
Initially, this task was performed by the servants, but after a while, Fu Yang dismissed them.
The estate’s dining table was very wide and long, making it difficult for Fu Yang to serve himself without help.
When the chicken wing slipped from his chopsticks for the third time, Shu Wan couldn’t stand it anymore and took out the serving chopsticks to help Fu Yang with his food.