Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

hrew the tissue into the trash can and looked up at Qin Feng.
“Let’s go to the living room.”

Qin Feng nodded.
“Okay.”

The two of them walked into the living room one after the other.

Fu Tingyu asked Ye Luo to clean up the dishes while he followed them into the living room.

Although this guest room was not a luxurious suite, the living room’s balcony was huge, and the lighting was perfect.

Qin Shu sat on the sofa while Qin Feng sat opposite her.

Fu Tingyu took a glance and looked away, He went to make tea.

Qin Feng looked at Qin Shu, he wanted to ask if she had decided to be together with Fu Tingyu.
He opened his mouth, but in the end, he could not say anything.

Since she had already forgotten about it, it was better not to mention anything.

As for Ling Han, he also planned to go and take a look.

“I told you about the death of my parents, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Qin Shu nodded, listening attentively.

Qin Feng smiled.
“I don’t know if my parents are still alive.
I don’t even know my surname.
“I grew up in an orphanage.
A couple adopted me, and their surname was Lin.” The director told me to be obedient and treat them like my parents.
They would treat me as if I were their own

“But the truth is not as good as I imagined.
Foster fathers tend to abuse his family.
Especially after he got drunk, he vented the anger that he encountered outside on me.
After two years, the foster mother who hasn’t gotten pregnant suddenly got pregnant.”

After listening to the story’s first half, Qin Shu began to feel sorry for Qin Feng.
After listening to this, she could roughly guess what kind of treatment Qin Feng would face in the future.

Just as she expected, Qin Feng said, “With their biological son, as I was adopted, I was ill-treated.” At that time, I just entered junior high school.
My foster father said he wanted to save money for milk powder for my younger brother, so he didn’t let me continue with school.
He even made me go to a hotel to wash dishes to earn money.
My part-time job took up more than ten hours a day.”

Thinking back to that period, Qin Feng couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The most hateful thing was.

“Later, my foster father wanted to sell me.
When I found out, I ran away.
That year, I was fourteen years old.”

Qin Shu looked at Qin Feng.
She felt that she was considered pathetic, but she didn’t expect Qin Feng to be sad and very miserable.

“You ran out at the age of fourteen.
Where do you live?”

“Sky is the blanket and the earth is my bed.
Although I don’t have enough to eat and wear, it’s better than staying at that home,” Qin Feng said casually.

Qin Shu asked, “Then what happened after that?”

At this time, Fu Tingyu brought over the tea that he had brewed.
He placed one cup in front of Qin Feng, another cup for himself, and a cup of warm water in front of his wife.

Qin Feng said, “As I was too young and didn’t understand the wickedness of the human heart, I was deceived by the human traffickers.”

Qin Shu’s heart clenched when she heard that.
Being deceived by the human traffickers didn’t have a good ending.

It was because Qin Feng was already fourteen years old at that time.
He was too old to be sold to others as a son.

Then, one could imagine his ending.

Qin Feng caressed the scar on his brow bone.
“Here, I cut it with fruit knife myself.”

Qin Shu looked at the scar on Qin Feng’s brow.
She didn’t expect him to cut himself.

It took a lot of courage to do so.

“After I ran out, the bodyguards in the nightclub chased after me.
Just when I thought that was the end of me, I met you and our master.
You saved me.”

Thinking back to the scene, he was still shocked.

A little girl who was a few years younger than him had beaten up four burly bodyguards.

Master, on the other hand, had a sage-like demeanor as he stood in the shadows and watched.

“Little brother, you’re bleeding.
Don’t move.
I’ll wipe them up and put some medicine on you.”

“The wound is so deep.
It must be painful, right?”

She was probably the first to ask him about the pain after coming out of the Welfare Institute.