Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Fu Xingzhou vs. Qin Yanjun

 

Fu Xingzhou had always enjoyed the best of everything since he was young. He never had to worry about not being able to obtain something. However, the circle he grew up in was filled with wealthy individuals, and all his friends came from affluent families.

 

Take Qin Yanjun, who started using his pocket money to invest in stocks at the age of ten, for example. Xi Ming and Shen Yuexin’s family wealth was similarly unmatched, with each having tens of thousands of yuan as monthly allowance. Even the most modestly dressed Meng Qiang came from a family that owned several fruit stores.

 

While his friends flaunted luxury brand clothing and shoes, Fu Xingzhou, who dressed in custom-made outfits without logos, naturally became the “poorest” among them.

 

He had believed this all along—until ten minutes ago, when he found out he’d been deceived by his two dads!

 

When Qin Yanjun heard him sobbing and recounting the situation, he couldn’t help but laugh while gently ruffling the little boy’s head.

 

“Yanjun, I don’t want to like Dad and Papa anymore. They’ve gone too far! They tricked me for so long and even hid all my red envelope money and gifts so I wouldn’t find them!” Fu Xingzhou cried, hiccupping as he clung to him.

 

He had always thought he couldn’t afford to marry Yanjun, but now he realized his personal funds were more than enough! Even if they weren’t, with Yanjun liking him so much, he would never demand a hefty bride price.

 

“Zhouzhou, GodPapa and Goddad weren’t trying to hide it from you,” Qin Yanjun said, patting his back.

 

Fu Xingzhou raised his head in dissatisfaction, staring at him. “I’m already so miserable, and you’re still defending them?”

 

“Foolish Zhouzhou.” Qin Yanjun couldn’t resist pinching his soft cheek. “You’re probably the only one who would remember something you overheard at three years old until now.”

 

Fu Xingzhou blinked, confused as he stared at him.

 

“Your godPapa and goddad gave you the red envelope money to keep yourself. Haven’t you ever checked how much is inside?”

 

Fu Xingzhou shook his head. “No. That money isn’t for spending; I’ve been saving it.”

 

“What are you saving so much money for?” Qin Yanjun asked.

 

He had asked the same question several times before, but Fu Xingzhou had always refused to answer.

 

This time was no different. The boy shyly blushed and avoided answering, making Qin Yanjun decide to let it go.

 

“Alright, tell me when you’re ready,” he said, extending his left hand. “Want to see how much money you’ve saved over the years?”

 

Fu Xingzhou nodded. “Yes!”

 

The two held hands and went upstairs, with Shen Xinting watching them leave. He stood frozen for a moment before following.

 

Come on, brother! Why do you always go to Qin Yanjun for help? Your little brother is right here! At least ask me first! he thought bitterly.

 

In the bedroom, Fu Xingzhou crouched to retrieve a cookie tin from under the bed.

 

Qin Yanjun paused at the sight.

 

He had always thought Zhouzhou had no secrets from him, but now he realized the boy had hidden such a big cookie tin under his bed.

 

Qin Yanjun watched as Fu Xingzhou sat on the floor, treating the tin like a treasure chest. He carefully opened it, counted its contents, smiled with satisfaction, and then pulled out several bank cards from an envelope.

 

“Yanjun, how do I check the balance on these?” he asked shyly, holding up five cards.

 

Yanjun knew everything—there was no problem he couldn’t solve. But Zhouzhou had never even stepped into a bank, let alone learned basic financial knowledge.

 

Blushing, Fu Xingzhou smiled as he stared at his Yanjun.

 

Qin Yanjun crouched to take the cards, missing the sight of Zhouzhou’s unusually red face.

 

“What’s the PIN?” Qin Yanjun asked while opening the online banking app.

 

“Your birthday,” Fu Xingzhou mumbled, fingers fidgeting as his face, ears, and neck turned bright red.

 

Qin Yanjun froze briefly, his finger hovering over the keypad. He glanced up at Fu Xingzhou, who was standing with his head lowered, revealing only his burning red ears.

 

When Fu Xingzhou didn’t hear a response, he raised his head nervously. “Yanjun? Is the PIN incorrect?”

 

“No, it’s fine,” Qin Yanjun replied, entering the number and accessing the account.

 

He opened the balance section and handed the phone to Fu Xingzhou.

 

Fu Xingzhou took the phone and gasped at the string of zeros.

 

“Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million!” he exclaimed, clutching the phone in excitement. “Yanjun, I have thirty million! Thirty million! I’d have to paint for ages to earn that much money!”

 

Back in his first year of middle school, Qin Yanjun had helped him open an online shop to sell his artwork. But by high school, his busy schedule meant he only took occasional commissions or wrote assignments for pocket money.

 

Looking at the account balance, Fu Xingzhou felt a pang of regret. If he’d known he had so much money, he wouldn’t have wasted time doing assignments for others.

 

He could’ve spent all that time with Yanjun instead!

 

“Why are you crying now?” Qin Yanjun panicked when he saw tears welling up in Zhouzhou’s eyes.

 

Fu Xingzhou wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m not crying. These are tears of joy.”

 

Hearing this, Qin Yanjun smiled.

 

Standing in the doorway, Shen Xinting watched them “flirt” and felt utterly unnecessary. He turned around and went to vent his frustrations by gaming.

 

“Zhouzhou, we’re heading back to school,” Fu Xingzhou said half an hour later, knocking on the gaming room door.

 

Still sulking, Shen Xinting didn’t turn around. “Got it. Be safe.”

 

Fu Xingzhou frowned at the sound of the controller buttons clicking furiously.

 

“Shen Xinting, why are you being so rough? Do you even realize how many controllers you’ve broken already?”

 

Shen Xinting stayed silent but eased up on the buttons, imagining the character on-screen as Qin Yanjun and punching it furiously.

 

Satisfied that his brother had calmed down, Fu Xingzhou was about to leave when he turned back with a warning.

 

“Dad and Papa will be home late. Remember to order food for dinner, but no junk food!”

 

“I know,” Shen Xinting replied, feeling touched. His brother still cared about him. Even if Qin Yanjun eventually became part of the family, he was sure his brother wouldn’t abandon him.

 

“Yanjun,” Fu Xingzhou finished instructing his younger brother and turned to Qin Yanjun behind him. “Let’s go.”

 

Qin Yanjun nodded, silently taking the suitcase from Fu Xingzhou’s hand and carrying it downstairs.

 

Watching the handsome figure of his Yanjun, Fu Xingzhou’s cheeks once again flushed uncontrollably.

 

Now that he was a wealthy man, he no longer needed to worry about the bride price. As soon as Yanjun turned eighteen, he could marry him!

 

Ahhh, so exciting! (≧▽≦)~

 

This excitement lasted all the way to the camping day—

 

“Alright, students, we’ve arrived at Wucheng Mountain! The exciting two-day, one-night camping trip begins now!” Sixth-grade homeroom teacher Yang Lina shouted into a megaphone toward the assembled students of two classes. “First, everyone reorganize into the groups assigned earlier, then come to Mr. Wang to collect your tents! It’s getting dark soon. If you don’t want to sleep in a tent, you can try starting a bonfire first.”

 

Dozens of students split up and then regrouped.

 

Five minutes later, Fu Xingzhou happily went off to set up a tent with Qin Yanjun after receiving theirs.

 

“Fu Xingzhou and Qin Yanjun have such a good relationship. Even on a camping trip, they’re sharing a tent,” Jiang Lili, Han Shuxue’s deskmate, whispered to her.

 

Han Shuxue glanced over and then turned back. “They’re childhood friends. Of course, they’re close.”

 

“Shuxue, aren’t you upset? On the day the teams were decided, you weren’t there, and it ended up being just you and Qin Yanjun. If not for Fu Xingzhou, you might have been sharing a tent with him.”

 

Han Shuxue gave her deskmate a strange look. “Are you okay? I don’t like Qin Yanjun. Why would I want to share a tent with him?”

 

Jiang Lili was stunned. “Huh? You don’t like Qin Yanjun? But the whole fifth and sixth classes are saying that you were holding hands and walking on the field together!”

 

“Who was holding hands and walking with him? Stop spreading rumors!” Han Shuxue frowned. “Besides, Qin Yanjun is my cousin. There’s no way anything would happen between us!”

 

“Qin Yanjun is your cousin?!” Xi Ming, who happened to be passing by their tent, froze when he overheard this.

 

“Yeah,” Han Shuxue turned her head. “You’re the fifth class’s arts committee member, right?”

 

“Uh, yeah,” Xi Ming replied absentmindedly.

 

Meng Qiang, that bastard! He almost embarrassed himself in front of Qin Yanjun. Luckily, he held back and didn’t confront Qin Yanjun; otherwise, he’d never be able to face Xingzhou again in his life!

 

“Wait, don’t go yet!” Han Shuxue quickly called out to him when she saw he was about to leave.

 

Xi Ming stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

 

Han Shuxue stood up and asked, “Was the blackboard design in your class done by you?”

 

Xi Ming hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “No, it was done by Fu Xingzhou.”

 

“And the handwriting? Was that his too?” Han Shuxue looked at him expectantly.

 

This time, Xi Ming nodded. “The handwriting was mine.”

 

“Really? It’s so beautiful!” Han Shuxue’s bright eyes immediately lit up. “Could you do me a favor and write a few words for me?”

 

Xi Ming scratched his head. He was often complimented on his handwriting, but it was the first time someone had asked him for a “signature.” A faint blush appeared on his sun-kissed face.

 

“Sure, what do you need me to write?” he asked as he walked back.

 

Han Shuxue said, “It’s simple, just…”

 

Left behind to pitch the tent, Jiang Lili was speechless.

 

What the heck?! So the “super handsome guy with amazing handwriting” you mentioned before was actually your nemesis, Xi Ming?!

 

What’s this? A classic love-hate relationship?

 

Meanwhile, Fu Xingzhou struggled with the tent for ages but still couldn’t get it up.

 

“Yanjun, are you done on your side? I can’t seem to figure this out,” Fu Xingzhou tilted his head to look at Qin Yanjun across from him.

 

“Almost. Don’t touch anything, just hold it steady.”

 

“Oh, got it,” Fu Xingzhou nodded. Moments later, he saw Yanjun walking toward him and broke into a smile. “Yanjun, you’re amazing!”

 

“Mm,” Qin Yanjun replied calmly, then took the rope and stakes from his hands. In less than two minutes, the tent was set up.

 

“It’s so pretty!” Fu Xingzhou exclaimed, pulling his Yanjun closer to admire the custom starry tent his great-grandfather had specially prepared for him. “Yanjun, look, our tent has rainbows and stars!”

 

The sky was already dark, and the tent sparkled with tiny lights resembling the stars above. On the back of the tent was a glowing seven-colored rainbow, shining softly.

 

The unique tent soon attracted a crowd.

 

“Teacher, why is Fu Xingzhou’s tent like a fairytale kingdom while ours is just some military camouflage?”

 

“Unfair! We want a starry tent too!”

 

“Don’t even think about it,” Wang Weide joked. “Fu Xingzhou’s tent was custom-made for Tang Corporation’s great-grandson. You couldn’t buy it even if you wanted to!”

 

Everyone was stunned.

 

“Tang Corporation’s great-grandson? Didn’t Fu Xingzhou say his family was dirt poor?!”

 

“This massive farmhouse we came through—it’s all part of Tang Corporation’s development in the Wucheng Mountain area!”

 

“Fu Xingzhou! You tricked us so badly! I even thought your family was struggling and let you do my homework for a whole month, paying you my entire allowance as wages. And now I find out that your family’s land is worth more than all my dad’s fruit shops combined! I demand compensation for emotional damages!”

 

Feeling wronged, Fu Xingzhou, who had only recently discovered he was rich, protested, “You have to believe me—I only just found out a few days ago that I have tens of millions in pocket money.” His wide-eyed sincerity was on full display.

 

But everyone else: “…”

 

“Help! Tens of millions in pocket money?! I’d have to die and reincarnate to ever see that much money!”

 

“Honestly, I always thought his clothes, though unbranded, looked incredibly high-quality. Now I suspect they’re custom-made.”

 

“There’s no need to suspect—they are custom-made! And not just any custom-made, but haute couture. I’ve never seen him wear anything with a brand label.”

 

Fu Xingzhou quickly waved his hands. “No, no, that’s not it. I’m allergic to most fabrics, so my clothes are usually handmade by Uncle Lanny. He’s a friend of my dad’s, and he gives us a discount. Each piece only costs a few hundred—not expensive at all!”

 

“A few hundred? That’s really not expensive.”

 

“Can you even get such good clothes for just a few hundred? I find that hard to believe.”

 

Hearing this, Fu Xingzhou lowered his head sheepishly. He hadn’t mentioned the unit—those “few hundred” were in dollars…

 

“Seriously, Fu Xingzhou, what does your family actually do? Come clean!”

 

“Yeah! We’ve been classmates for nearly three years, but we’ve never seen your parents or heard you mention them. We thought something bad had happened in your family and were careful not to say anything that might hurt your feelings!”

 

“Exactly, confess now!”

 

“It’s nothing, really. My family is pretty normal,” Fu Xingzhou said, hiding behind his Yanjun. “I have two dads. One runs a small company, and the other is a small-time actor.”

 

“What kind of company? Is it based in Lin’an?”

 

“Your dad’s an actor? What’s his name? Has he acted in anything we’d know?”

 

Everyone was full of curiosity.

 

Fu Xingzhou swallowed nervously. “Our family owns Shengshi Entertainment…”

 

Everyone: “What??”

 

The crowd was stunned.

 

Fu Xingzhou continued softly, “My dad is Shen Yunxing. He’s acted in Drunk Under the Gentle Breeze, The City of No Return, The Final Judgment, Katelee’s Spring, and…”

 

He counted on his fingers, listing more than ten films and dramas until his mouth felt dry.

 

“That’s about it. There are others that haven’t been released yet, but I don’t know their names. In a few months, he and Liao Weifan will star in the sci-fi film Battle for the Future, directed by sci-fi legend Song Cheng. When it comes out, please remember to watch it in theaters!”

 

Everyone: “…”

 

“Shen Yunxing is your dad? Then your other dad must be Fu Tingzhou?!” someone asked.

 

Fu Xingzhou nodded. “Yes.”

 

“Teacher! Something’s wrong—Xia Jietian just fainted!”