Chapter 49: The Cool King Who Toppled CEO Fu

Lu Xiwán heard those words, and her heart inexplicably throbbed with a sharp pain; a child who could be satisfied with a single bowl of sweet‑and‑sour ribs—how could he be ill? He's just sick…

Fu Sijue considered himself to have protected Fu Yao very well, but he cannot control everyone's mouths, and Fu Yao's living environment has never been a warm, sterile warehouse.

"Actually, when I was little someone said this: Daddy got really angry."

That person was the nanny who had always taken care of Yao Yao; she regarded her as her best friend. Back then Yao Yao wasn't as taciturn as now; she was a cheerful child.

"Daddy drove Auntie out, forbade her from ever appearing in Haicheng again, but I remembered what Auntie said."

Fu Yao's beautiful eyes blinked.

The aunt he liked most whispered behind his back that he was a bastard, that Gu Qingmeng could never rise to power in this lifetime, and even tried to control him.

These were all overheard by Fu Yao, and it was the first time he saw Fu Sijue lose his temper.

"Daddy summoned everyone in the house to the Living Room, told them to watch their mouths, and said I am his only child; the future Fu Family will be handed over to me."

Although Yao Yao was still young then, they could probably understand why those adults were so afraid of them.

Because of that expelled nanny, and because of Fu Sijue, who is unwavering in the Fu Family.

When a person is burdened with responsibilities they cannot bear, problems will follow one after another.

Moreover, the repercussions of the kidnapping left Fu Yao unable to deal with these matters for a while.

The long‑compressed snow mountain suddenly collapsed, and the child standing at its foot became a suppressed puppet.

"Mommy, is Xi Xi okay in the hospital now?" Yao Yao asked cautiously.

He feared that Lu Xiwán would dislike him because of this, and he feared even more that Xi Xi and Mommy would leave.

"Xi Xi is fine; she'll be back after a while. Yao Yao, if anyone bullies you in the future, tell me immediately—suppression can't solve the problem."

Not only does it fail to solve the problem, it only makes things get worse.

"Is it because of me that Xi Xi had to go to the hospital? It's all my fault…," Fu Yao shook his head, his small hands clasped together, and fear clearly showed on his face.

Since childhood, anyone close to him has met a bad end, and it remains the same up to now.

Lu Xiwán straightened Yao Yao's posture and looked at him seriously.

"You didn't do anything wrong; the one at fault is your mother. Because she was too crazy and too stubborn, this situation arose, and you don't need to apologize to me."

Lu Xiwán gently patted Fu Yao's little head.

This child's temperament—who knows who they learned it from—gets tangled over such a trivial matter.

"If you have something like this, just ask me directly; why keep everything bottled up alone—doesn't it hurt?" Lu Xiwán smiled brightly, showing not a hint of anger.

"You can trust me completely; any matter is fine, and I won't blame you over such a small thing."

Lu Xiwán stared at Fu Yao seriously; he flailed in panic, but Lu Xiwán pulled him back again.

"I'm telling you very seriously now: Xi Xi was injured while helping me, and it has nothing to do with you, Fu Yao. Does that put your mind at ease?"

Lu Xiwán earnestly soothed Fu Yao's emotions, saying the one at fault was Gu Qingmeng, not Fu Yao; why should such a young child bear guilt?