Fu Yang stood up displeased, and without giving Fu Siyu a glance, he swaggered out as if nothing had happened.
But just as he reached the doorway, Fu Siyu called out to him, "Hungry?"
"No," Fu Yang replied with a sneer, "I just came down for some ice-cold Coke. I’m planning to pull an all-nighter gaming with my teammates, need to stay sharp."
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than his stomach inconveniently let out a growl.
Fu Yang pursed his lips and unconsciously glanced at Fu Siyu, meeting his deep gaze, feeling as if all his secrets had been laid bare.
Being in the throes of teenage rebellion, the thing Fu Yang hated most was this sense of being controlled by someone he disliked. He felt an immediate surge of impatience.
He turned around, grabbed two bottles of Coke so cold that ice had formed inside them, and prepared to go upstairs.
But as he walked past Fu Siyu, Fu Siyu simply took them away from him.
Fu Yang frowned, "What are you doing? Do you have to meddle in everything?"
At that, Fu Yang reached out to snatch the Coke back but instead, Fu Siyu caught his wrist and led him outside.
"Hey, hey, hey, let go of me!"
Fu Yang’s understanding of Fu Siyu’s strength remained rooted in the times when he was much smaller. Now that he had grown up, he naturally assumed Fu Siyu could no longer handle him.
Yet, to his surprise, Fu Siyu still managed to hold him firmly.
Fu Yang struggled twice, but Fu Siyu’s hands were as immovable as steel.
The subtle skill used by Shu Wan was different from Fu Siyu’s pure physical suppression. No matter how hard Fu Yang struggled, he couldn’t break free at all.
After exhausting himself, Fu Yang finally gave up and let Fu Siyu lead him to the car.
About a ten-minute drive later, the car stopped in front of a small noodle shop.
Since it was already late, the owner was about to close up but upon seeing customers, he approached with habitual hospitality, "Welcome, glad—"
Before he could finish, his gaze lingered on Fu Siyu’s face for a moment, then he unexpectedly clapped his hands in delight, "Ah, you haven’t been here for so long, I still remember you."
Even though the last time he had seen Fu Siyu, Fu Siyu had been a graceful youth, utterly different in demeanor from now, Fu Siyu’s face was such that, even with the passage of time, one glance ensured you’d never forget.
"And this is—" The owner looked towards Fu Yang, feeling that Fu Yang’s eyes resembled those of the adorable little baby Fu Siyu used to bring, "Is this the cute little dumpling?"
Upon hearing the owner’s nickname, Fu Yang’s face darkened instantly. Just as he was about to retort, he heard Fu Siyu respond, "Yes, he’s grown up."
"Ah, it’s been ages since I’ve seen you both, time flies. Come, have a seat here, I’ll cook some noodles for you."
Fu Siyu took a seat at a table, gesturing for Fu Yang to sit as well. He looked around the noodle shop, noticing that the decor had changed greatly compared to many years ago.
Yet the two stone carvings at the entrance remained the same.
At that moment, the owner brought over some utensils and noticing Fu Siyu’s gaze on the stone carvings, said, "These carvings are still here. Speaking of which, your son used to love these carvings."
Sitting at the table, Fu Yang’s nose was enveloped in the aroma of the noodles, his hunger making him oblivious to everything else.
Suddenly appointed by the owner, Fu Yan felt confused, not understanding what the owner was referring to.
The owner, with warm enthusiasm, pointed to the stone carvings for Fu Yang, "Don’t you remember? When you were little, your father would often bring you here, and you loved sitting on them. Each time, your father would play with you."
"I’ve long forgotten," said Fu Yang, indifferent, as if he had no interest in these recollections.
Being seasoned in hospitality, the owner could tell Fu Yang wasn’t pleased and turned to Fu Siyu, "You haven’t come to eat for a long time. I was afraid you didn’t find my cooking tasty anymore."
"No, I’ve been abroad all these years. I’ve only just returned to the country recently."
"Oh, abroad, I see, that must’ve been hard."
"There’s nothing hard for him. He’s been living it up alone overseas, more comfortably than anyone else."
Fu Yang blurted this out suddenly.
The owner became tense and glanced at Fu Siyu. Seeing his unchanged expression, he figured out that the handsome young master must be having a tiff with Fu Siyu.
Unable to resist speaking up for Fu Siyu, the owner said, "Young man, do you know? You were exceptionally cute and well-behaved as a child. Whenever you came to my place, I had more customers than usual."
Fu Yang was annoyed at being called cute, considering he had already grown up, but since the owner seemed well-intentioned, he could only slightly furrow his brow and respond half-heartedly, "Oh."