“Miss, you’re back. Young Master instructed me to prepare your favorite milk oatmeal porridge,” Uncle Li said as he approached Fu Wanzhi upon her return.
Fu Wanzhi was in a bad mood but didn’t show it. “Leave it there. I’ll have it tomorrow.”
Uncle Li was momentarily taken aback. He had been told that Miss hadn’t eaten and needed porridge to tide her over. He couldn’t help but glance at Fu Sili, who had just entered. “This… Young Master, the dishes you requested are all in the refrigerator…”
“Come here. Eat first,” Fu Sili called out, stopping Fu Wanzhi as she was about to go upstairs.
Fu Wanzhi stepped onto the first stair, turning sideways to say, “I want to move out.”
“Move where? Central Mansion? Or to Grandfather’s place?” Fu Sili took the porridge from Uncle Li’s hands, signaling for him to rest first, his expression cold.
“Anywhere is fine, as long as it’s not here with you.” Fu Wanzhi couldn’t quite articulate her emotions at the moment.
It felt like a knife was already pressed against her neck, yet it hadn’t struck, giving her a glimmer of hope. But she despised that kind of hope.
“What do you mean by ‘here’?” Fu Sili took a step closer, his imposing presence overwhelming.
“Champs-Élysées Villa, and you,” Fu Wanzhi said word by word, “I don’t want to see either.”
Fu Sili’s gaze sharpened, turning cold and piercing. “Fine. Once this period is over, you can go wherever you want. I won’t object.”
This period again. Was his high position so important that he would even arrange a marriage and force himself to act like a loving brother?
“I deeply regret coming back. I’d rather stay in Italy for the rest of my life, even until I die, than return here.” Fu Wanzhi took a deep breath.
Fu Sili placed the water glass on the table with deliberate force. The sound wasn’t loud, but the oppressive atmosphere he exuded caused the room’s mood to plummet. He curled his lips mockingly, as if her words meant nothing to him.
“After eight years abroad, have you forgotten what home is?”
“Fu Sili, you know I’ve been abroad for eight years too. Don’t you find it ironic to talk about home with me now?” Fu Wanzhi found it utterly laughable.
“How long are you going to hold onto things from when we were young and foolish?” Fu Sili seemed to be losing his patience.
Things from when we were young…
Was this how he deceived himself?
Well, she wouldn’t let him have his way.
Fu Wanzhi walked down the stairs, meeting Fu Sili’s gaze directly. Before he could react, she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him without another word.
His presence overwhelmed her senses, their lips pressed together in a chaotic, unskilled kiss.
Fu Sili’s breath hitched. The sensation on his lips was unmistakable. His eyelashes trembled for a moment before he shoved her away forcefully.
“Have you lost your mind?!” he nearly growled through gritted teeth, his face darkening.
Fu Wanzhi stumbled back several steps, steadying herself by holding onto the sofa. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth—it was still warm. It was his blood.
“I am insane. So, do you still think it was just youthful ignorance, just childish foolishness?” she said lightly, willing to prove it with action.
Fu Sili seemed oblivious to the cut on his lower lip. He clenched and then relaxed his fist, his eyes icy cold. “For now, you will stay at home and not go anywhere.”
“Until you learn to behave.”
With that, the man turned and left, his aura heavy, as if he couldn’t wait to get away from this place.
Fu Wanzhi stood in place for a long time before slowly turning her gaze to the osmanthus glutinous rice porridge on the table. She walked over slowly.
Her fingertips touched the edge of the bowl—it was still slightly warm.
Then, with a gentle movement, it was mercilessly flung down. The porcelain bowl shattered, and the porridge spilled all over the floor, leaving a mess.
What home…
She had no home.