Chapter 135 Gukiro, I am your master

Chapter 135 Gukiro, I am your master

Let's rewind a few minutes.

Guchiro was working on documents in his room when there was a knock on the door.

He assumed it was one of his subordinates and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the person who walked in was Fu Xiaoting.

Giulio immediately stood up from his chair and bowed respectfully: "Sir? You?"

Fu Xiaoting walked straight up to him and placed a white porcelain soup bowl he was holding on his table.

A strong, slightly strange, fishy smell instantly filled the air.

“Sir, this is…” Giukiro looked up, somewhat puzzled, “For me?”

Fu Xiaoting nodded.

Jukiro looked down at the bowl of unidentified substance that resembled fish soup, and a bold idea popped into his head: "Sir, did you make this yourself?"

Fu Xiaoting nodded again.

Gukiro was completely stunned.

Did the husband make soup for him himself?

She even delivered it to him personally.

He looked at the fish soup again and suddenly found the chopped scallions on top to be quite adorable.

A surge of warmth instantly washed over his heart, and Giukiro felt a lump in his throat, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

Suddenly, I remembered something from a long time ago.

Back then, they were three ragged little beggars living under a bridge.

Fu Xiaoting was proud and aloof from a young age. Even when he was a beggar, he never picked up a piece of food. He would wait for him and Shen Yan to come back from scavenging in the garbage every day.

Once, he and Shen Yan both caught a cold from being caught in the rain and lay on a tattered straw mat with high fever.

This was the first time Fu Xiaoting had taken action for them.

He used a broken fishing line to catch a palm-sized fish in a stinking ditch, and, imitating others, scaled and gutted it, then cooked it into a soup.

That soup tasted as bad as dishwater.

But Fu Xiaoting looked proud and forced him and Shen Yan to each drink a large bowl.

Back then, Fu Xiaoting, though domineering and awkward, could still smile.

Unlike now...

Gijiro secretly raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

Under the light, Fu Xiaoting's lips seemed to have a barely perceptible curve.

For a moment, Giukiro's vision blurred.

The man before her seemed to overlap with the child in her memory.

He could no longer hold back his tears, which welled up in his eyes.

“Sir…” he said, his voice choked with emotion, as he picked up the bowl of soup.

He scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

The next second, Gukiro's expression froze.

It was salty and greasy, with an earthy smell that couldn't be masked.

This taste...

He's exactly the same as when he was a kid! He hasn't improved at all!

Yet, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside him.

He put down his spoon, looked at Fu Xiaoting, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said the same words he had when he was a child.

"Brother Xiao, that was really good. Don't do it again next time."

After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh.

"I still remember that time. After I said that, you got so angry that your face turned black, and you picked up the pot and drank all the remaining soup..."

Gyukiro was so engrossed in his warm memories that he didn't notice the man opposite him visibly darkening his expression inch by inch.

What did you call me?

The icy, piercing voice was like a poisoned knife, stabbing violently into Giulio's heart.

The smile on Giukiro's face froze instantly.

He looked up in astonishment, meeting Fu Xiaoting's cold eyes, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Mr. Xiao...you...you can speak now?"

Startled, his hand trembled, and with a crash, the white porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Fish soup splashed everywhere.

Fu Xiaoting sneered, his tone contemptuous and cruel.

"Didn't I say that once you go back to the Fu family, you can't call me brother anymore?"

He approached step by step, his tall figure exuding an intense sense of oppression.

"How could I have a younger brother who is a beggar?"

Startled by the madness in his eyes, Giukiro retreated until his back hit the cold wall, leaving him nowhere to go.

"Sir, I...I didn't mean that..." he stammered, trying to explain.

"Still dare to talk back?" Fu Xiaoting suddenly reached out, grabbed his throat, and lifted him up.

"Jukiro, don't you realize your place?"

"You are merely the steward's son, a servant of the Fu family!"

"And I am your master!"

The feeling of suffocation came instantly, and Giukiro's face turned a deep liver color.

He gripped Fu Xiaoting's wrists tightly with both hands, trying to pry open those iron-like fingers, but he couldn't budge them an inch.

The air was getting thinner and thinner, and his mind was in complete chaos.

The person before him was Fu Xiaoting, whom he knew well. Ever since Shen Yan's death, Fu Xiaoting had become like this, his personality twisted, manic, and violent...

But after Yunyang arrived, the gentleman changed again...

Just as Jujiro thought he was about to see his father and Shen Yan, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

It was accompanied by a crisp sound.

An urgent voice, like a ray of light, cleaved through the darkness that was gradually spreading before his eyes.

"gentlemen!"

"Sir, let go! Look closely, that's Brother Kei!"

Yun Yang screamed at the top of her lungs and rushed over with all her might.

In Giulio's blurred vision, that slender figure seemed to be radiating boundless light.

Upon hearing Yun Yang's voice, Fu Xiaoting's grip on his neck finally loosened slightly.

He slowly, blankly turned his head.

The bracelet on Yunyang's wrist moved upwards, finally settling on her face, which was filled with fear and worry.

The madness and violence in his eyes receded like the tide.

Fu Xiaoting parted his lips slightly and called out softly, as if afraid of disturbing something:

"elder sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and his tall body fell straight forward.

"careful!"

Yun Yang exclaimed in surprise, and without thinking of anything else, quickly opened her arms and hugged him.

The man's heavy body slammed into her arms, burning hot.

Yun Yang was knocked back several steps by him before she could barely stand.

With trembling hands, she reached towards his neck, feeling the faint yet powerful heartbeats.

Yun Yang let out a long sigh of relief, and her whole body went limp.

fortunately……

He's still alive.