Haiqing City, Fang family villa.
Fang Yu returned home, took a hot bath, and changed into fresh clothes.
After completing these tasks, it was time for dinner.
Fang Yu walked into the spacious and brightly lit dining room.
A row of waiters stood nearby, ready to serve at a moment's notice.
When they saw Fang Yu enter, they all bowed slightly in unison:
"Young Master!"
The dining table was done in Italian postmodern style—simple, dignified, and imposing.
At this moment, a man and woman were already seated at the table.
The man had a composed complexion, lustrous black hair, and resolute features. He bore a seventy percent resemblance to Fang Yu, save for the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the gray streaks near his temples, which added an air of experience and wisdom.
Chairman of Fang Group, Fang Qixiong!
Without any background or resources, he had started from nothing and built a massive business empire in just a few decades.
He was truly a business genius.
Even Fang Yu couldn't help but secretly admire his cheap father.
The other woman, who carried herself with the bearing of nobility, was Fang Yu's mother, Jiang Fang.
Though already middle-aged, she retained her charm and wore a gentle smile.
Jiang Fang had married Fang Qixiong before his rise to success and had supported him ever since. The two had always gotten along wonderfully, supporting each other through everything.
Though no longer young, they still liked to display their affection from time to time, making Fang Yu feel like a third wheel.
"Dad, Mom."
Fang Yu stepped forward and greeted them.
"Xiaoyu's here—come sit down."
Jiang Fang gestured for Fang Yu to take his seat, her eyes full of doting affection.
Fang Qixiong also nodded slightly toward Fang Yu.
"Mm."
Fang Yu sat down at the dining table. Feeling somewhat hungry, he picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.
"Did you meet Chaoyu this afternoon?"
Jiang Fang smiled and asked, "How did your conversation go? Haven't you always been fond of Chaoyu?"
Fang Yu smiled meaningfully. "It went... well enough."
Jiang Fang continued, "I'm telling you, when you're getting along with a girl, you need to put in effort to make her happy. Girls need to be pampered. You can't be like your father—a complete blockhead."
Fang Yu shrugged.
The original Master Fang had been extremely considerate and meticulous, fawning over her all day long and catering to her every whim. Unfortunately, he was just a bootlicker who ended up with nothing.
Of course, the original owner was mostly just lusting after her body.
Fang Qixiong coughed violently.
"What are you saying in front of the child?"
His originally dignified expression suddenly became flustered, and he turned to glare at Jiang Fang.
"What? Isn't what I said true?"
Jiang Fang glared right back at him without hesitation, her voice growing louder.
Master Fang immediately became meek and said nothing more.
Fang Qixiong, who appeared extremely imposing, was actually completely whipped by his wife. All the waiters standing nearby tactfully averted their eyes and looked elsewhere.
Watching the scene unfold, Fang Yu couldn't help but burst into laughter and touched the tip of his nose.
But then something seemed to occur to him.
He sighed inwardly once more.
According to the original plot, after Fang Yu and Chen Ye officially fell out, Jiang Fang and Fang Qixiong, who loved their son dearly, stood by Fang Yu's side without hesitation and were eventually dragged down with him.
Jiang Fang was unable to accept the news of Fang Yu's death and suffered severe mental trauma. She was committed to a psychiatric hospital where she acted deranged all day long.
After Fang Qixiong's company went bankrupt, no one was willing to help him and risk offending the protagonist. This former business tycoon ended up working construction sites!
Fang Yu's expression remained impassive.
From the protagonist's perspective, Chen Ye was undoubtedly a qualified protagonist. He was blessed with tremendous luck, and he was ruthless—never leaving loose ends that could cause trouble later.
Such a plot would be very satisfying and comfortable for readers who put themselves in the protagonist's shoes.
But this time, none of that would happen again.
Dinner ended quickly.
Before parting, Jiang Fang and Fang Qixiong exchanged glances, doubt flickering in their eyes. Finally, Jiang Fang couldn't help but ask:
"Son, I feel like you've changed quite a bit recently. You're not the same as before."
Fang Yu shrugged and replied:
"Really? Maybe I've just matured."
Jiang Fang and Fang Qixiong looked at each other meaningfully.
Everyone separated to rest, but Fang Yu returned to his room without rushing to sleep. Instead, he kept contemplating his next moves.