Chapter 31: Acting Spoiled Part 1

The conflict between Fu Si Heng and Fu Zheng had lasted for a long time, and many people knew that the two brothers did not get along. As for the reason, people had heard bits and pieces about it.

Fu Si Heng extremely disliked bratty kids.

And Fu Zheng was the brattiest one among all the kids in their family.

From a young age, he had climbed roofs and lifted tiles, gotten into fights and caused trouble—there was nothing others couldn’t think of that he hadn’t led people to do.

So Fu Si Heng hated him.

It was very normal for a mature older brother not to get along with an immature younger brother.

The Fu family’s relatives, including Wei Yu and the others, all thought this way.

But this explanation wasn’t entirely accurate.

Because Fu Zheng and Fu Si Heng had actually gotten along decently in the past.

Fu Zheng had learned skiing, swimming, and surfing mostly from Fu Si Heng.

Although Fu Si Heng’s tone and attitude when teaching him weren’t great, and he even found him annoying enough to kick him straight into the snow, he had at least taught him. It wasn’t like now, where they couldn’t stand the sight of each other and felt disgusted after just two sentences.

There were still occasional peaceful times.

The turning point probably started when Fu Zheng turned fourteen.

Fu Zheng suddenly became obsessed with parkour. He found a coach somewhere, learned some messy basics, and then began challenging high-difficulty urban parkour.

He scurried around the rooftops of urban villages, and unsurprisingly, he ended up fracturing both legs in a fall.

By that time, Fu Si Heng had already started taking over the company.

The man had shed his youthful rebelliousness, his mindset gradually maturing, and just as his father had hoped, he became the decisive leader of the group.

When he received the call from Fu Mother, he rushed to the hospital.

Fu Mother didn’t seem particularly worried about Fu Zheng’s hospitalization.

When Fu Si Heng arrived, she was sitting on a bench outside the ward, playing a match-three puzzle game on her phone. She only looked up when she saw him, pointed at the glass window in front of her, and laughed, “A-Heng, look, your brother fractured his leg just like you did.”

Fu Si Heng: “…”

Fu Mother: “This is the second time handling something like this. I must say, I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

“Do you remember? Back in middle school, you also ended up in the hospital from parkour.”

“But my eldest son is just a bit stronger than my second son—he only broke one leg.”

Fu Si Heng: “.”

How could Fu Si Heng not remember? The same hospital, the same VIP bed, and even after going in, Fu Zheng had thrown a fuss about checking out—the scenes were identical.

It made the vein on Fu Si Heng’s forehead throb.

But Fu Mother just kept laughing.

She pointed at Fu Zheng and said to Fu Si Heng, “You two brothers really look alike. The little brother is just your copy, exactly the same.”

“With personalities so similar, you’ll probably get along better once he grows up.” Fu Mother harbored this beautiful wish.

But reality turned out completely opposite to her expectations.

After Fu Father passed away, she began traveling around the world, leaving Fu Zheng in Fu Si Heng’s care.

Work kept him busy, and Fu Zheng caused trouble every day.

Fighting with punks outside school, going to bars at fifteen or sixteen, racing motorcycles, off-roading in the desert, getting stuck while climbing high towers with friends, and even doing wilderness adventures during summer vacation.

One incident after another, countless in number.

Every time Fu Zheng stood before him, Fu Si Heng didn’t see his brother but his own black history. It reminded him how immature, boring, and annoying he had been when young.

Like a total idiot.

People can’t empathize with their past selves, and Fu Si Heng deeply understood this.

More importantly, he wasn’t as unskilled as Fu Zheng. Aside from that one fracture, even when he did extreme sports or dangerous things later, he never had to wait for his parents to bail him out from the police station. Fu Zheng ended up like that every few days.

In this regard, Fu Zheng couldn’t compare to him.

But the brothers’ rebelliousness was the same.

Fu Si Heng grew endlessly annoyed.

Yet their own mother still found it amusing: “You two are so alike.”

They really were quite similar.

Even in the types they liked.

Unfortunately—

Fu Si Heng released Tao Zhi’s face.

There was a shallow tooth mark on his cheek. Tao Zhi jumped at the action, retreated several steps once released, and nervously covered his face. “Why did you bite me?”

It was so sudden.

It didn’t hurt, but it scared him.

Tao Zhi looked at Fu Si Heng in confusion.

“The face is very soft,” Fu Si Heng answered irrelevantly.

After answering, he even pressed his tongue against his teeth, as if savoring the memory.

Tao Zhi: “…”

What a strange person.

Tao Zhi lowered his head and wiped his face.

Once it was clean, he looked up at Fu Si Heng. His beautiful eyes held clear, soft light, and he tilted his head slightly.

Fu Si Heng loved this expression and gesture of his.

It looked cute, innocent, and pure.

Such a treasure wasn’t for idiots to have.

In that moment, Fu Si Heng was utterly convinced of this.

“Um.” Tao Zhi had just been thinking about how to bring up leaving.

Now that he had organized his words, he pursed his lips. “Can I leave? Fu Zheng will come looking for me soon…”