Chapter 2, Fu Qingquan

How can there be someone like you in this world, what exactly do you want?

What is even more detestable is that he constantly regards Tang Tang with the discerning eyes of a gourmet, lamenting that the cat meat is sour; otherwise, it might have been enough for three people if made into hot pot

He will also take Tangtang to the pet hospital? It turns out that when he sees Tangtang, he can't help but want to kick her a couple of times, saying what a good cat she is, raised like a pet pig, and being so fat, he wonders how many pounds of meat she could sell for

"When did you find this out in the past few days? Why didn't you call me to let me know?"

"Oh, this time you cannot blame your brother," Sister Yang smiled, "He has spent quite a few months of effort to find this cat back."

Sister Yang seemed to recall the tragic state in which Tang Tang was found, nearly brought to tears, stating that Fu Qingquan had taken the cat to several veterinary hospitals, receiving intravenous treatment for three days, and only today did Tang Tang finally show a slight willingness to eat

Fu Qingquan was tall, and the long shadow cast by the light enveloped her entirely. He slightly bent down, his gaze condescending: "If you have the ability, why not move back and take good care of your Yang—Zhao Feiyan? Otherwise, " he glanced with a smug expression at Tang Tang, who was trembling in Nanxi's arms, "this time you got lucky, breaking a leg; next time, I can't guarantee it!"

Seeing the imposing demeanor of Fu Qingquan, Nanxi finally understood why he was willing to exert effort to bring Tangtang back—he had an additional leverage to threaten her

Fu Qingquan's expression was mocking: "You still know he is my friend, then tell me... my friend, would he be so tactless as to come and compete with me for a woman? You might as well give up on this idea!"

At this moment, he had to move to the kitchen, clapping his hands and coldly uttering, "Zhao Feiyan, come here!"

Nanxi let out a sigh and put the seal back into the drawer

Her only consolation now is that she has accumulated considerable experience in the struggle against Fu Qingquan over the past few years

Many years ago, she traveled alone with Fu Qingquan for the first and only time to Xi'an

Nanxi pressed hard against the corner of the table, causing pain in her palm, and finally understood. No wonder...! No wonder Young Master Ji was so attentive; it turned out to be the scheme of Fu Qingquan. Putting on a good show in front of his parents to prove his image as a filial son and a virtuous brother, still shining like the sun and the moon. But in reality, in reality? In reality, going through such trouble was merely to prove that he still wanted to crush her just like many years ago, so that she could not become round. She raised her hand, still undecided whether to slap him, when her arm was firmly restrained by Fu Qingquan. He disdainfully threw her hand back, stuffed Tangtang into her arms, and with a bang, slammed the door shut, leaving no trace of Nanxi's venting figure.

Father Fu urged her to move back in, and Nanxi was seething with anger in her heart, yet she had no choice but to swallow her resentment and temporarily agree.

How could he be so kind? I see that he deliberately knocked Tang Tang to the brink of death; it turns out he just dislikes Tang Tang, going on and on about Yang Guifei every day!

She knows that Fu Qingquan is capable of accomplishing anything.

The phone once again received the treatment of the "buttocks facing backward, flat sand falling like a wild goose" style. Tang Tang twisted in Nan Xi's arms, let out a meow, and curled up in her embrace

Pulling open the desk drawer, layers of albums and ornaments were piled up to the brim. Nanxi reached in and groped around with great effort, and after much struggle, finally managed to retrieve a boxwood seal.

In the following two weeks, Master Ji indeed kept his word, picking up and dropping off with great care, and even invited Nanxi to dinner twice. As the plum rain season began, Hangzhou was shrouded in continuous rain. On Friday evening, after finishing dinner and taking a shower, Nanxi came out to see a temporary broadcast on the television about traffic conditions. A certain road section was congested due to a car accident caused by drunk driving. Nanxi recognized that it was precisely the route Master Ji took to return home, and hurried back to her room to find her phone to call him, wanting to ask if he had returned home safely.

How is this possible? Nanxi can hardly believe that the person Sister Yang mentioned is Fu Qingquan! Could he really be so kind-hearted, spending his precious time, which is as valuable as gold, every day at various spots in Manjue Long just to find Tangtang?

Clear spring and small stream

Nanxi was trembling with anger, as the extremely arrogant expression of "What can you do to me?" was blatantly displayed on Fu Qingquan's face. Nanxi wished she could reach out and tear off this layer of arrogance from his face, but at the moment, she truly lacked the capital to confront him fiercely. She could only swallow her anger and reluctantly go downstairs to settle Tangtang, then bring up the two cups of pre-Qingming Longjing tea that Aunt Yang had brewed for Father Fu and Young Master Ji.

She rushed up the stairs in three steps, two at a time, and collided with Fu Qingquan coming down. Unable to contain her anger towards Fu Qingquan any longer, she exclaimed: "Fu Qingquan, are you even human? You look down on Tang Tang, mock her every day as if she were Yang Guifei, and now you actually went so far as to deliberately break her leg? You are truly a beast in human clothing, devoid of any humanity!"

"It was on Tuesday," Sister Yang recalled, "When we found him, it was quite a fright. He was so emaciated, just skin and bones, and he had been hit by your brother's car, nearly not surviving! Your brother was worried that if he didn't make it back, it would sadden you, so he specifically instructed us not to tell you."

The next day, Fu Qingquan and Young Master Ji drove to help her pack her luggage. Nanxi intended to return home but did not plan to stay long, preparing to take only a few seasonal clothes with her. It was not that she lacked confidence in herself, but rather that she felt Young Master Ji's conditions were truly exceptional. His attentiveness over the past two days might be due to having been cooped up abroad for too long. To her surprise, Fu Qingquan was very enthusiastic about the idea of marrying her off, taking charge of the situation and filling the trunk with her luggage, swiftly resolving the moving issue.

Just moments ago, Tang Tang was still resting with her eyes closed, yet she unexpectedly leaped down from Nanxi's embrace, limping as she crawled towards Fu Qingquan.

At that time, the tourist attractions and artisans were still very simple. In Xi'an's antique street, there were still authentic boxwood items. The Yiwu small commodity market had not yet unified the entire Jiangnan region. At that time, Fu Qingquan would still indulge her whims, and the artisans, in order to earn a few coins, would reluctantly carve the seal into the outline of a Snoopy dog as she instructed, and then inscribe four small seal characters on the dog's belly that now seem quite childish:

Fu Qingquan looked down from a height at Nanxi and the candy in her arms, the corners of his lips slightly curling up, smiling in a striking manner: "Who made it like to run outside? Originally a fine Yang Guifei, why turn herself into a Zhao Feiyan? What a pity!"

Thinking of these Southern Stream people, I have nothing more to say to someone like Fu Qingquan

Nanxi suppressed his overwhelming anger and made an effort to remain calm: "Fu Qingquan, he is your good friend!"

The phone buzzed twice, it turned out to be a message from Young Master Ji reporting his safety

A traitor who eats from the inside while digging from the outside

After sending off Young Master Ji, Nanxi found the cat food from before, fortunately it had not expired. However, as soon as she fed a little to Tangtang, it vomited a bit. She couldn't help but wonder how Tangtang had been surviving during those days of disappearance. Nanxi felt a pang of sadness as she watched Tangtang vomit; she cried while feeling helpless, not knowing what to do. Just then, Aunt Yang came in after tidying up the coffee table and saw her feeding Tangtang cat food. She quickly exclaimed, "Don't feed this yet; it's been on an IV these past few days, so it needs to be done slowly!"

"You?" Nanxi's face turned pale, and after a long moment of astonishment, she asked, "Does he know everything?"

Nanxi wore a skeptical expression, finding it hard to believe Sister Yang's words. "Do you know how Tangtang was found?" Sister Yang adjusted her apron, "Your brother drove around this entire area for many days without finding any trace. In the end, he had no choice but to scatter cat food on several roads leading home, checking every day after work to see where the cat food had diminished. Later, he discovered that at the mountain pass, there were signs that the cat food had been eaten every day. He then checked at different times and eventually found that Tangtang would come by every afternoon. He waited there every afternoon, but after several days, he still did not see Tangtang. He thought he might have been looking in the wrong place and planned to check the cat food in other locations. Who would have thought that just as he drove away that day, he spotted Tangtang coming out? He turned around too quickly and ended up hitting her!

The mocking tone in Fu Qingquan's slightly curled lips became increasingly pronounced: "What do you know?"

As the phone was dialed out, it beeped twice, and a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of Nanxi, holding the candy that was developing towards Yang Guifei. Fu Qingquan snatched her phone, coldly stared at the name of Young Master Ji on the screen, and without hesitation pressed the hang-up button. With a flick of his hand, he threw the phone against the wall, producing a crisp and clear sound, before it fell back onto the bed

It must be described that he is entirely abnormal in every aspect