Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 888: Teaching My Son to Fight

Fu Shihan didn’t plan to bring her back with him today. He hadn’t seen Fu Xiaoyang yet and didn’t know if he’d been beaten or injured.

If his little face had bruises, she’d definitely worry.

He went upstairs to change clothes, took his car keys, and headed out. Several minutes later, he returned to the old house and went straight upstairs.

The servants now, when they see him, simply want to run but don’t dare. They absolutely wouldn’t provoke him.

They didn’t dare to breathe heavily, respectfully calling him Eldest Young Master. Only after he disappeared at the stairwell did they slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Fu Shihan went straight to the door of Fu Yu’an’s room and knocked, but there was no response inside.

"Yangyang, open the door."

Fu Shihan knocked again twice, still no sound. He chuckled and asked the housekeeper to get a key to open the door.

Inside the room, on the bed.

A little ball of flesh was curled up in the blanket.

Fu Shihan entered, closed the door, and glanced towards the bed, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

Hiding out of embarrassment?

Fu Shihan walked over, and the little one inside the quilt seemed to sense it and shouted, "Go away!"

"So brave, daring to tell me to go away?" Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow. "Who’d you learn that from? Su Xiaowan?"

The little one said nothing, just hummed and wrapped himself even tighter in the blanket.

Fu Shihan sat down by the bed, effortlessly peeled the covers away, scooped up the kid, and checked him over.

Not bad, his face was fine, so the option of relying on his looks in the future, like his dad, wasn’t off the table.

Only his knee was injured, looking like he had fallen and bumped it.

"Heard you were in a fight?" Fu Shihan felt reassured, looked at him, and asked.

"Who said that?!"

"Grandma."

"...Humph." Couldn’t argue with Grandma.

Yangyang was unhappy and felt embarrassed for losing the fight, so he didn’t want to talk.

He hung his head, and the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt, his eyes reddening.

Fu Shihan looked at him, and he looked so much like a certain Su that his heart softened a bit.

Fu Shihan patted his head and asked, "Who taught you to fight with middle schoolers?"

Yangyang looked up at him, "Dad, can you teach me how to fight? Uncle Rui and the others say you’re amazing, none of them could beat you."

"Why don’t you let them all try to fight me together?" Fu Shihan laughed.

He leaned back, rested a hand behind his head, lying against the headboard, looking at the little thing lying on him.

"Teach you to fight? Sure."

"Really?" Yangyang’s eyes widened.

"Really." Fu Shihan nodded. "Today I’ll teach you a move, very practical."

"What?"

"Run."

Yangyang was stunned, and after a few seconds, he realized Dad was teasing him, so he pouted sadly again.

"Let me ask you, if Uncle Rui and twenty others tried to beat me up together, what should I do?" Fu Shihan pinched his nose and asked.

"Fight them!"

Fu Shihan pushed his face, nudging him off his body.

Tackling twenty people at once without running? This kid must be a bit silly.

Yangyang whimpered a couple of times, climbing back up.

Fu Shihan discussed the essentials of fighting with him for a while, and after listening, Yangyang regained some spirit.

Turns out he didn’t lose because he wasn’t good, but because there was too huge a power difference!

Seeing him in better spirits, Fu Shihan asked if he was hungry. He nodded, so Fu Shihan carried him downstairs to eat.

Once they were full and went back to the room, he asked about the reason for today’s fight.

Talking about this matter made Fu Yangyang very angry with a belly full of words to share.

After Fu Shihan listened, his gaze darkened. Holding his son, he said, "Next time, Dad will take you to get revenge."

This time, not only does he need to beat up that little brat, but also the old brat who raised him.