CFHE Chapter 80

To ensure Wen Yu could enjoy warmth when he came home, Fang Wanjing had thoughtfully turned on the floor heating before going downstairs.

When the three entered the house, it was filled with the rich aroma of yam and pork bone soup, making people hungry, but now, no one was in the mood to eat.

Fang Wanjing sat on the sofa with awkward movements, her eyes unfocused, staring blankly, not knowing what she was thinking. The two tall boys came in from outside holding hands and stood before her, their gazes direct.

“You don’t need to be so formal,” Fang Wanjing suddenly came to her senses, her expression immediately becoming complex, “Put down your bags and take off your coats if you need to. I’m not trying to blame you.”

She had no standing to do so.

She vaguely remembered when she first got together with Wen Ziming, Wen Yu hadn’t hit puberty yet—a small person, but mature beyond his years.

He would politely greet Fang Wanjing when she came home, calling her “Auntie” before marrying Wen Ziming, and “Mom” after marriage, changing his address without any psychological barriers.

At first, Fang Wanjing was really fooled by him, thinking this child would be relatively easy to handle. Only later did she realize otherwise—Wen Yu was like an art piece contained within a predetermined framework, even reporting school events followed a fixed format.

Today at school (____) happened, requiring (Dad/Mom) to come to school on (____) day at (____) o’clock to handle it, duration approximately (____);

Due to (____) reason, need to pay (____) money tomorrow, (bring it myself/transfer to account xxx);

Apart from these two points, he didn’t disturb the adults for any other reasons.

Many years passed, the little sprout entered adolescence, growing taller, and in the blink of an eye became a 185cm tall young man, but his “social elite”-like mature demeanor remained unchanged. All these years, Fang Wanjing had been very worry-free, but also very troubled.

That feeling… of being unable to get close despite all efforts was quite heavy.

She always felt like Wen Yu was missing something.

Until this moment, Fang Wanjing looked up and saw the two children silently taking off their backpacks and coats, wearing similar sweaters and standing hand in hand before her again, finally feeling a moment of confusion.

She remembered what was missing—it was the warmth of everyday life.

At this moment, the trace of unease that flashed in Wen Yu’s slightly trembling eyes finally made him look more like an eighteen-year-old child, rather than a young corporate executive who had been struggling in the business world for years.

The artwork in the frame had finally stepped out of the display case.

The doubts that had been hidden in her heart for years suddenly connected, and she suddenly noticed that the sweater the boy was wearing also seemed to be Wen Yu’s.

This child Wen Yu appeared to have no problems, but actually had many quirks. To this day, Fang Wanjing was only allowed to clean his wardrobe—things like consulting on what to wear today, adding clothing, temporarily borrowing a coat to put on… none of these were permitted.

But when it happened to this boy, everything seemed natural.

“You’re called… Fu Yuhan, right?” She took some time to remember this name.

“Yes, Auntie.”

“You two like this…” She looked at their clasped hands, “how long has it been?”

“Not many days.” After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he glanced at Wen Yu beside him. The other person was looking down, seemingly lost in thought, so he continued answering, “But we’ve known each other for two and a half years.”

“Two and a half years… when you just started high school?”

“Yes.”

“He wasn’t at this school then, right? How did you meet?”

“I have some middle school classmates at First High who were in the same class as Wen Yu.”

“…I see.” Fang Wanjing thought for a moment, “I don’t really understand homosexuality. Are you… born this way? Or did you see something… and simply think it’s interesting?”

For someone who didn’t understand, especially an elder, asking this way could already be considered as polite as possible, Fu Yuhan thought.

Throughout his life, he had seen many homophobic people, and calling someone “perverted” was considered mild.

However, Wen Yu, who hadn’t spoken since entering, suddenly looked up because of this question, his eyes cold, full of hostility and suppressed anger: “Aunt Fang, I can accept you scolding me or telling my dad, but you cannot question the purity of our feelings for each other.”

“Yu-ge.” Fu Yuhan curved his lips slightly, his cool fingertips scratching across his palm.

So Fang Wanjing saw that difficult big boy quiet down in these brief two words.

What a strange thing—when people live long enough, they can see everything.

Fu Yuhan was much more patient. Although his tone was light when speaking, like ice in the depths of winter, Fang Wanjing still instinctively felt this boy had a better temper than Wen Yu.

“Auntie, I was born this way. We’ve known each other for two years, but we weren’t that familiar before. This time when he transferred here, we had more contact.” Fu Yuhan thought and said, “It’s hard to say which second I started liking him, but what I want to tell you is… I’m very serious. It’s not because of curiosity or fun, purely because I like him, so I’m with him.”

Wen Yu suddenly turned his head.

Fu Yuhan’s gaze was extremely calm, with a hint of polite smile at the corners of his mouth, his attitude completely natural.

No shyness, only honesty.

Because of love, for the other person’s sake, fearless.

Facing such a Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu suddenly felt ashamed of his own cowardice.

“I’m also born this way,” he looked at Fang Wanjing, unconsciously gripping Fu Yuhan’s hand tighter, “I fell for him first, I seduced him, it has nothing to do with him. Whatever you want to do is fine, come at me, but I’ll say the ugly words first… I won’t separate from him.”

“Are you so certain?” Fang Wanjing was somewhat surprised.

“Because I promised him I would never let go of him again.” Wen Yu turned to glance at Fu Yuhan, then turned back, saying word by word, “I absolutely, absolutely will not become another Wen Ziming.”

“…”

“Aunt Fang, I think after being with my dad for so many years, you should know what kind of person he is, right?”

Fang Wanjing was momentarily speechless.

Life was like drinking water—only the drinker knows if it’s cold or warm.

Marrying a wealthy husband, even if it was a second marriage, most people around her would express envy when mentioning it. But whether life was good or not, whether the person sleeping beside her was human or ghost, only she truly knew.

“But this matter…” She looked at their clasped hands, “in principle, since I saw it, I should tell Ziming.”

“In principle.”

That meant she could do some things that weren’t so principled.

Wen Yu organized his thoughts and continued: “He definitely won’t agree.”

“Mm.” Fang Wanjing nodded.

“He might force me to go home, not let me live here anymore, even find ways to transfer my student status back, or somewhere else.” Wen Yu said, “Aunt Fang, I’m in senior year, less than four months until the college entrance exam.”

“…” Fang Wanjing smiled wryly, “Are you threatening me?”

Wen Yu pressed his lips together and didn’t speak.

Fang Wanjing looked at him for a while: “From my memory, this is the first time you’ve talked to me like this.”

“Sorry.” Wen Yu answered quickly.

“I’m not questioning you,” Fang Wanjing shook her head, “I’m saying… you look more like a child this way.”

Wen Yu: “…”

“I might make you unhappy saying this, but actually, since I don’t have children of my own, I’ve always regarded you as my biological son.” Her expression was somewhat melancholy, “You seem happier now than before.”

“Yu-ge.” Fu Yuhan suddenly called out and pushed him.

Wen Yu glanced at him and touched his nose.

“Yu-ge.”

The male voice drew out a quarter note, with the ending tone changing pitch, vaguely like intimate reproach. Wen Yu pursed his lips and spoke awkwardly: “Aunt Fang, you don’t look happy at all now… compared to before.”

“…”

Fang Wanjing smiled helplessly.

The soup in the pot was still warm, and the indoor temperature gradually rose with the floor heating. Fang Wanjing glanced at her reflection in the dark window and finally felt she should leave.

“Anyway, if I told you to go home now, you wouldn’t listen to me, right?” She stood up, tidied her slightly disheveled hair at the temples, and said gently, “I need to go back and think about this. You two… don’t just stand there. Eat something if you should, and if you’re studying, don’t sleep too late. I’m leaving first.”

She walked toward the door.

Fu Yuhan poked Wen Yu.

“Aunt Fang.” Wen Yu called out.

Fang Wanjing turned back: “Mm?”

“…Sorry,” Wen Yu bit his lip, “not letting you have children was my fault.”

Fang Wanjing was stunned.

But she quickly smiled again: “Actually, even without what you said, I probably wouldn’t have had children. Ziming and I… anyway, you don’t need to take it too much to heart. But Xiao Yu, I’m very happy that you’re willing to tell me these things.”

She changed into her flat shoes for going out, paused before pushing the door, turned back and said somewhat hesitantly: “Although I probably shouldn’t be the one saying this… you young people, if you want to do something… make sure to take safety measures.”

Fu Yuhan: “…”

Wen Yu: “…”

Now Fang Wanjing really left.

The two stood stunned in the living room for a while before Fu Yuhan remembered what he wanted to say: “Will she tell your dad?”

“…I don’t know, so I’ve decided to prepare for both scenarios. I’ll find a locksmith to change the locks first thing tomorrow morning.” Wen Yu lowered his head and thought, “Xiao Han, if one day I have nothing left, would you still…”

Fu Yuhan suddenly let go of his hand and walked toward his backpack on the chair.

Wen Yu looked at his actions with confusion.

Fu Yuhan searched for a moment, then walked back and placed a hard card in Wen Yu’s palm.

It was a bank card.

“This is my entire fortune,” Fu Yuhan said casually, “I can support you.”

“…”

Wen Yu was stunned, then turned his head and laughed out loud.

He laughed for a long time, as if venting something.

“I really, really dislike my dad, but I’m also really afraid of him. Although sometimes I think there’s nothing to be afraid of, students fearing teachers and sons fearing fathers might be some kind of biological instinct.” Wen Yu said with a smile, “Fu-ge, truly worthy of being our Fu-ge.”

Fu Yuhan gazed at him quietly.

“With you here, I have nothing to fear.” Wen Yu opened his arms and hugged him tightly, sniffing at the soft sweater, asking in a low voice, “Are you hungry? Before we eat, should we do something else?”

Fu Yuhan: “What?”

“The kind of thing Aunt Fang mentioned that needs ‘safety measures’?” His voice was slightly hoarse as he pressed tightly against him, “I want to.”

“I don’t really want to.” Fu Yuhan punched him and walked toward the kitchen, “I’m hungry, I want to eat—”

“You can eat my thing.”

“Get lost.”

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