Regarding the school-themed movie, Shu Wan was not very familiar with it, so while asking Liu Qing, she also gave her own opinions. Unnoticed, it had already grown dark outside.
At this time at the estate, Fu Siyu had just woken up from his rest.
He had just pushed open the door to his bedroom and ran into Fu Yang who had just returned from playing basketball.
"Yo, who do we have here?"
Fu Yang scanned Fu Siyu’s casual attire up and down, with a slight lift of his eyebrows, "How does the busy Mr. Fu find time to come back?"
"All day long, speaking in riddles." Fu Siyu frowned slightly, his gaze falling on Fu Yang’s arm.
Boys playing basketball inevitably get knocked around; currently, there were some abrasions on Fu Yang’s arm.
"I dare not speak in riddles." Fu Yang clicked his tongue, "When are you leaving?"
The tone clearly indicated that he was hoping Fu Siyu would leave soon.
"???" Fu Yang’s brow furrowed, "Are you serious?"
He thought it was just the housekeeper’s nonsense, never expecting the Fu Siyu, who lived abroad long-term, to actually return and settle in the country.
"In the past abroad, I didn’t discipline you enough. Now that I’m back, come to me if you need anything."
"Ha" Fu Yang sneered, "You didn’t bother before and it doesn’t concern you now, don’t come here with that ’lock the barn door after the horse is stolen’ act."
With that, Fu Yang pushed open his bedroom door which caused a loud bang as it shut.
Hearing the noise, the housekeeper came upstairs and, seeing the scene, hurried to console Fu Siyu, "Young Master, Young Master actually doesn’t really want you to leave, he is just—"
"I know." Fu Siyu interrupted before the housekeeper could finish.
Fu Siyu had always been adept at reading people’s hearts, especially since he had raised Fu Yang, how could he not understand his thoughts?
Seeing that Fu Siyu was not angry with Fu Yang, the housekeeper heaved a sigh and continued to try to speak well of him, "Actually, Young Master truly suffered inside. You don’t know, every time you left the country previously, Young Master would lock himself in his bedroom and cry."
When he was younger, he would cry loudly in his bedroom, audible from downstairs.
Later on, he would secretly cry in his bedroom, but could not hide the redness around his eyes.
The last time Fu Yang had red eyes, as the housekeeper recalled, was six years ago.
"Mm." Fu Siyu responded, glancing at Fu Yang’s tightly closed bedroom door, "Bring him some disinfectant wipes and anti-inflammatory medicine."
"Right away, Young Master."
Following Fu Siyu’s instructions, the housekeeper quickly brought up the disinfectant wipes and anti-inflammatory medicine, smiling broadly, "Young Master, it was Young Master who specifically instructed me to bring these up, he really cares about you."
"Hmph, a weasel paying a New Year’s visit—to no good end."
"Oi, Young Master," the housekeeper exclaimed, "you really can’t say such things. If Young Master is a weasel, aren’t you cursing yourself too?"
Caught off guard, Fu Yang glanced at the disinfectant wipes and medicine on the table, "I don’t want it, take it away."
"Young Master, I dare not disobey Young Master’s orders. Maybe you want to return it to him yourself?"
With that said, the housekeeper retreated and left the room.
After the door had closed, Fu Yang finally looked down at the abrasions on his arm.
He had just taken a shower and hadn’t paid much attention to the wound; the hot water running over it made his arm even redder and likely to inflame if left untreated.
But Fu Yang didn’t want to use the medicine sent by Fu Siyu. He picked up the medicine from the table, walked out of the room, and placed it directly at the door of Fu Siyu’s bedroom.
Then he turned downstairs where Fu Siyu was sitting on a sofa reading a magazine. Fu Yang pretended not to see him and called for the housekeeper, "Housekeeper, help me find some inflammatory spray."
"We just brought up that—"
"I’m not used to that," Fu Yang glanced at Fu Siyu, "You know I always use spray, don’t you?"
"Yes, yes, you see, I forgot." The housekeeper quickly instructed the servant to find the spray for Fu Yang.
After receiving the inflammatory spray, Fu Yang sat down directly opposite Fu Siyu and began disinfecting his wound.
Fu Siyu quietly watched the magazine the entire time, not lifting his head once.
For some reason, seeing Fu Siyu made Fu Yang feel annoyed inside. He deliberately placed the spray heavily on the table, "Can you stop sending me all this rubbish? Do you think I’m still a little kid?"
Finally, Fu Siyu put down the magazine and looked up at Fu Yang.
His deep eyes, under the overhead light, glimmered with an unfathomable light, making Fu Yang’s heart skip a beat.