Yan Xiuran didn't know whether he believed Yu Shu's words about the fairy. He turned his head to look at Yu Shu, put his hands on the piano keys, and spoke in a suppressed voice.
"I'm going to practice the piano."
Hearing this, Yu Shu held the fruit plate in her arms and found a place to sit on the floor, feeling very casual.
After sitting down, he raised his chin towards Yan Xiuran, signaling him to practice the piano with peace of mind.
Yan Xiuran lowered his eyes and looked away. His short fingers jumped on the keys, and the beautiful music poured out.
Such a young child can be considered very talented if he can play the piano to this level. Why did Mr. Yan want to compare his son with other children?
Yu Shu bit the strawberry, not quite understanding the thoughts of human parents.
If we talk about deep love and deep responsibility, it is a legitimate reason, but Mr. Yan's eyes when he looked at Yan Xiuran were cold, as if he were looking at an object that could not give him a face, and he did not look like he had fatherly love.
Yu Shu couldn't figure it out, so she ate and listened to Yan Xiuran practice the piano. After Yan Xiuran practiced continuously for more than two or three hours, Yu Shu got tired of listening and was ready to go out to find something to eat.
But after dinner was cooked in the kitchen, there was no food left in it, as if Yan Xiuran was determined to go hungry.
Yu Shu opened the refrigerator and saw untouched cakes and apples. She was about to take them to a poor little kid who hadn't eaten yet when she heard a noise coming from the living room.
Yu Shu, who had nothing to do, decisively put down the food she wanted to stow away and went to the living room to eat melon.
In addition to Mr. Yan, there is also a young and beautiful lady in the living room. Listening to the conversation between the two, this should be Yan Xiuran's mother.
"Don't just go out with those ladies all day for beauty treatments and shopping, and keep Yan Xiuran in check. You don't want to see him not as good as other heirs of other wealthy families, and let people see our jokes, right?"
Mr. Yan's face was not good-looking, and Mrs. Yan's face, who was wearing exquisite makeup across from him, was also not good-looking. She slammed the tea cup on the coffee table and said in surprise.
"Let me take care of it? It was agreed at the beginning that after our marriage, each of our two families would do their own thing and no one would care about the other. If I gave birth to an heir for the Yan family, my task would be completed. Now let me teach the child while you are outside. Fooling around? You have a good idea."
"Is it possible that one day you kill someone outside, and I have to make room for your woman outside?"
Mrs. Yan looked at Mr. Yan sarcastically, obviously dissatisfied with the additional tasks.
"Yan Xiuran is not an outsider, he is your son!" Mr. Yan said with a straight face, almost roaring.
"Tsk, do you remember that he is our son now? Why can't you remember when your child was sick before and you were fooling around outside?" Mrs. Yan was not afraid of his retort at all.
Being raped by Mrs. Yan one after another, Mr. Yan's expression became even colder.
"My Yan family has no shortage of women who can give me an heir. If Yan Xiuran cannot meet the requirements, I don't mind replacing him with a woman who can give birth to an excellent heir."
After Mr. Yan said this, he took off his tie and went upstairs directly, without paying any attention to Mrs. Yan's face, which was so dark that it was dripping with ink.
After listening to so much, Yu Shu understood clearly that Yan Xiuran was just a man whose father did not care for his mother. He was made into a perfect figure by the two of them and displayed as an ornament that could win everyone's praise.
Yu Shu shed tears of sympathy for the poor little boy who was still practicing the piano hard and didn't know anything. She smuggled some food in the refrigerator and took it to the piano room. It was rare that she even didn't eat anything.
After taking the key, she came in through the front door, closed the door, and put the key back in its place. Yu Shu took the cake and apple and walked to Yan Xiuran.
Seeing the little boy's fingertips becoming red and swollen after playing the piano for so long, Yu Shu frowned and put the things down, dragging his hand to look at it, then without saying a word, she found ointment and applied it on him carefully.
