EBE Chapter 44 Snatching
Chapter 44 Snatching
Fu Siyue wanted to chase after him, but he restrained himself as he remembered Jiang Liwu's words that he should sit and wait. He sat upright and obediently with his hands on his knees, like a child. But after only a few seconds, he became restless and extremely anxious.
His gaze fell on the fried rice Wei Xifeng was eating, and he froze. As if remembering something, he immediately stretched out his long arm. Wei Xifeng was already on guard and immediately dodged. Fu Siyue's face was cold and stern. "Give it to me."
Wei Xifeng held onto the fried rice tightly while stuffing large mouthfuls into his mouth, speaking with a smug and possessive tone, "This was specially made for me by the teacher, there's no share for you."
Hearing him call him "teacher," Fu Siyue became even more certain of Jiang Liwu's identity. He became even more envious and tried to snatch it again. Wei Xifeng's cheeks were stretched out, and he kept dodging or resisting.
Those present were utterly dumbfounded. Who would have thought that one was the head of the Fu family and the other was the patriarch of the Wei family, and now they were arguing so fiercely over a plate of fried rice that they were almost about to fight?
Song Jinwei felt as if she was seeing Fu Siyue for the first time. In her impression, Fu Siyue was aloof, cold and ruthless, calm and elegant, and would never do such a childish thing.
But she couldn't help but wonder if Fu Siyue had snatched it because he realized she wanted fried rice with eggs.
Fu Siyue actually lowered himself to this extent for her, does he like her that much?
Unfortunately, liking and love cannot be forced. Her heart is small and can only hold one brother, Qinian. No matter what Fu Siyue does, she will not be moved.
Besides, Wei Xifeng had already eaten the fried rice. Song Jinwei frowned and looked disgusted. She didn't care about Wei Xifeng's saliva at all.
When Jiang Liwu returned with the medical kit, she saw Wei Xifeng grabbing Fu Siyue's hair, and Fu Siyue grabbing Wei Xifeng's collar. The two were fighting over a half-eaten fried rice with their other hands, neither of them giving way, staring at each other fiercely like wild beasts, their faces red.
Jiang Liwu was immediately stunned. "What are you doing?"
Upon hearing the voice and realizing she was back, Fu Siyue immediately froze. He turned his head to look at Jiang Liwu and saw that she was slightly frowning. Thinking about his current posture and actions, he immediately released Wei Xifeng, and Wei Xifeng also released him in the same way.
Fu Siyue's hands felt numb, and he scratched himself slightly, trying to tidy up his appearance. He stood there somewhat at a loss.
Wei Xifeng choked because he ate too fast and was fighting with Fu Siyue. When Jiang Liwu came over, she quickly poured him a glass of water and patted his back.
Seeing this, Fu Siyue's eyes dimmed somewhat. Wei Xifeng, under the guise of drinking water, cast a provocative glance at him, instantly making Fu Siyue clench his fists and feel a sharp pang of jealousy in his heart.
When Jiang Liwu looked at him again, Fu Siyue opened his mouth but only managed to utter a dry syllable, "I..."
He thought Jiang Liwu was going to blame him for taking Wei Xifeng's things.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Liwu simply pressed him back down on the sofa and opened the medical kit.
When Jiang Liwu wiped his hands with a cotton swab soaked in medicine, Fu Siyue noticed that there were many small, inconspicuous wounds on his hands, which were scratched by thorns when he entered the rose garden.
Feeling the gentle touch on his hand and looking at the tender and focused face of the person so close to him, Fu Siyue still felt a sense of unreality. His eyes held endless complex and surging emotions. He had so much to say, but in the end, he lingered in the warmth and tranquility of this moment and couldn't say anything. He just stared blankly at Jiang Liwu, not daring to blink.
Wei Xifeng glanced at the injury on Fu Siyue's hand and couldn't help but mutter, "It's so serious, it'll be healed in a little while." Only a teacher would dote on Fu Siyue like this, treating him like a child, but in reality, Fu Siyue is already a 28-year-old man.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Liwu shook her head at Wei Xifeng with amusement, and Wei Xifeng pursed his lips.
Fu Siyue narrowed his eyes, and the next second his hand trembled. He lowered his head and cried out, "It hurts." His voice was weak and vulnerable.
Lin Feng strongly suspects that his master has been possessed!
Whoever it is, get off his master right now!
Song Jin stood there stunned. She had never seen Fu Siyue so docile and weak before. Even when Fu Siyue's headache flared up and he was half dead, she had never heard him cry out in pain. Now, this tiny wound was actually making him feel pain.
Jiang Liwu noticed that a thorn was stuck in the spot where Fu Siyue cried out in pain, and the wound was shaped like a small triangle. It looked quite deep, so she used tweezers to remove the thorn. While applying the medicine, she blew on his hand and comforted him, "It won't hurt anymore soon."
Wei Xifeng glanced at Fu Siyue with a somewhat indescribable expression. He frowned and said, "Fu Siyue, is this really necessary?" Even when he had been through countless battles and was covered in bullets, he had never acted so pretentiously as Fu Siyue.
Fu Siyue pressed his thin lips together, his expressionless face showing little emotion, but one could still sense his grievance and disappointment. He said, "Xiao Feng is right, it's just a small wound, no need to apply medicine."
Wei Xifeng couldn't help but glare at Fu Siyue, questioning him with his eyes, "How dare you call me 'Little Feng'?!"
Jiang Liwu disagreed, saying, "Even a small wound is still a wound. Just because it doesn't exist doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Take your other hand out."
Touched and warmed, Fu Siyue obediently extended his other hand. He calmly glanced at Wei Xifeng, but Wei Xifeng couldn't sit still any longer and stopped eating his fried rice.
“Fu Siyue, you weren’t like this just now. You asked me to hand over the person so you could explain yourself, and you even said that you would hold Song Jinwei accountable for anything that happened to her…”
"Wei Xifeng." Fu Siyue interrupted Wei Xifeng swiftly, his voice urgent and deep, filled with a stern and murderous tone, his eyes full of restraint and warning as he looked at Wei Xifeng.
Wei Xifeng seemed startled and grabbed Jiang Liwu's sleeve, hiding behind her. "Big brother is so fierce, but I'm telling the truth."
Fu Siyue felt a throbbing pain in his nerves. When had Wei Xifeng ever called him "big brother" so obediently?
Fu Siyue hurriedly looked at Jiang Liwu, wanting to explain, "It's not like that..." Suddenly he remembered what Wei Xifeng had said to him on the phone: Fu Siyue, you will regret this.
So that's what he meant.
Fu Siyue truly regretted it. Thinking about how he had been calling his stepmother "stepmother" for so long, his eyes were filled with remorse. He raised his hand and slapped himself across the face, not holding back at all. A red mark appeared on his resolute and cold face. Jiang Liwu was startled and immediately grabbed his forearm. "Hey, are you confused? Who hits themselves?"
Those present were stunned by Fu Siyue's words, their eyes wide with shock. After they came to their senses, they all lowered their heads. The quiet room, true to its name, was now completely silent.