Fu Yang had not been back in his room for long before Fu Siyu came looking for him.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Fu Yang looked up briefly, then lowered his gaze again, his expression downcast. "I’ve already heard enough insults today. What more do you want to say?"
At that moment, Fu Yang’s face still bore the swelling imprint of a slap, which Shu Wan had intended to treat upon his return to the estate.
However, Fu Yang had refused to let anyone near him and had locked himself in his room. Fu Siyu was able to enter because he had full access rights.
Fu Siyu walked up to Fu Yang and stopped in front of him, his gaze resting on Fu Yang’s face.
Fu Yang knew that Fu Siyu was looking at him, but he didn’t move, just quietly held his ground with Fu Siyu.
After a long moment, a soft sigh seemed to come from above, and then Fu Yang’s chin was lifted.
Feeling the warm touch on his chin, Fu Yang startled momentarily, then goosebumps almost fell off his body.
He looked at Fu Siyu in shock. "What are you doing?"
"I’m looking at your face."
"What’s there to see? If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you touching me?"
But Fu Siyu ignored Fu Yang’s words. He held Fu Yang’s chin lightly and carefully examined the injury on his face.
That couple had been truly harsh. Fu Yang’s face was delicate, and where the slap had landed, the skin had even broken in places.
Fu Siyu walked over to the side and picked up a bottle of disinfectant from the medical kit. "I’ll disinfect it for you."
As he spoke, Fu Siyu pressed the spray nozzle, and the disinfectant mist directly hit Fu Yang’s face, causing him to wince in pain.
However, at that moment, the pain was secondary. What really unsettled him was the eerie gentleness of Fu Siyu’s behavior.
There was always a belief that extreme kindness proceeded severe actions, and with Fu Siyu suddenly being so gentle, Fu Yang half suspected that Fu Siyu might be about to send him off to his demise.
"I really didn’t push him on purpose. He bumped into me first, and the force I used was very slight. The investigation isn’t even out yet. What are you doing this for?"
"I know," Fu Siyu responded, "I believe you."
Fu Yang had prepared a whole lot of words to say, but they were all sent back by Fu Siyu’s comment.
He looked at Fu Siyu in surprise. "You believe me?"
"You’re my son. If I don’t believe you, who else should I believe?"
Fu Siyu sat beside Fu Yang and disinfected his wound again.
Fu Yang was truly unaccustomed to this behavior from Fu Siyu, and he turned his head away awkwardly, muttering under his breath, "Who knows what you’re up to."
Fu Siyu didn’t say much in response to Fu Yang’s suspicion.
Upon hearing the news, Fu Siyu had naturally prepared to confront Fu Yang.
But before coming to Fu Yang’s room, Fu Siyu had first visited Shu Wan.
Shu Wan told him that while Fu Yang might appear composed, he was actually more panicked inside than anyone else. They should not put any more pressure on him.
Seeing Fu Yang’s current state, Fu Siyu knew that Shu Wan was right.
Fu Yang, initially pitiful after being slapped, had reddened eyes and nose tip.
They say law is heartless, but people have emotions. No matter what the investigation revealed, his bias towards Fu Yang remained unchanged.
"It’s okay," Fu Siyu patted Fu Yang’s shoulder. "Go wash up and rest well. I’ll take care of your issues."
Fu Yang seemed fine, but he had actually broken down in the basketball gym when he had seen Pei Yong bleeding profusely.
He had forced himself to remain strong, driven by pride, not wanting others to see him as a laughingstock.
However, that’s how people are, the less they have to lean on, the more they force themselves to cope. Once they find something to rely on, all their repressed grievances and fears flood out uncontrollably.
At that moment, despite his efforts to hold back, tears started to emerge from Fu Yang’s eyes unconsciously.
His eyes swollen red with tears about to fall onto his wounds, Fu Siyu took a handkerchief and wiped his tears.
He didn’t offer meaningless consolations but just quietly sat beside him.
Yet his presence alone was a form of support for Fu Yang.
After some time, having managed to control his emotions, and with rationality returning, Fu Yang awkwardly wished for a hole to crawl into.
With drooping eyes and a muffled voice, he said, "I’m going to sleep now, you can leave."
Fu Siyu got up, initially planning to leave but then, after a moment’s thought, reached out and ruffled Fu Yang’s hair.
Had it been half a year ago, Fu Yang would likely have jumped three meters away.
But now, Fu Yang just widened his eyes, looking at Fu Siyu with surprise and a hint of bewilderment and even a fleeting shyness.
Seeing Fu Yang stood still without showing any dislike, a trace of a smile flickered across Fu Siyu’s eyes before he turned and left.
In the room, Fu Yang blinked, the warmth on his head still lingering, reminding him that, after more than a decade, Fu Siyu had patted his head again.
A strange redness slowly crept up Fu Yang’s ears.
At this time, the internet was inundated with news about the basketball court.
Media journalists didn’t care whether the investigation results were out; in fact, they preferred news without clear results as it allowed them to speculate more.
With Fu Yang being such a hot topic now, various marketing accounts began to share videos from the basketball gym.
"Shu Wan’s son, Lin Yang, sent his opponent to the hospital during a basketball game. Look at the onsite video. It seems the other party might not survive."
At the same time, videos of Fu Yang and Shu Wan conflicting with Pei Yong’s parents at the hospital were also posted by journalists.
The journalists chose specific angles and audios for the video, omitting the part where Fu Yang was hit and only showing Shu Wan pushing Pei Yong’s parents away.
From the clips alone, Shu Wan and Fu Yang appeared extremely arrogant.
Shu Wan and Fu Yang briskly left the hospital, behind them were Pei Yong’s parents, crying in utter despair and breakdown.
The stark contrast between glamour and simplicity, the privileged and the ordinary, the instigators and the victims, perfectly hit the public’s sympathy and ignited anger towards Shu Wan and Fu Yang.
"It’s too much, the guy is still in the hospital, and this is Shu Wan’s attitude?? Could a normal person do such a thing?"
"I’m shocked. All that blood, I doubt he could survive the hospital trip. A normal basketball game shouldn’t end up , right? Wasn’t this intentionally done?"
"These people, relying on their wealth, bully others without any concern. I support Pei Yong’s parents in obtaining justice for their son. A life for a life. Shu Wan, as the mother of a murderer, should also be held accountable. Such people should not be allowed to harm the public in the entertainment circle."