I Want a Lifetime with You novel Chapter 182

Song Jingyu’s face turned pale when she heard that. She bit hard on her lip and looked at Fu Chengyan with a pitiful expression. She then turned towards Song Zhenyan and said, “Yan, I know you’re not in a good mood. I won’t hold it against you!”

Fu Chengyan snorted as he glanced at Song Jingyu before he turned around and went upstairs. The butler approached Fu Chengyan as he walked up the stairs, “Young Master, I have prepared the tea. Where would you like me to serve it?”

“Send someone to bring it up. I have something to discuss with my father and uncle.” Fu Chengyan said in a cold tone but with a tinge of gentleness.

When Song Zhenyan heard how Fu Chengyan spoke to the butler, her eyes filled with jealous rage that she dug her fingernails into her skin.

Song Jingyu’s expression was equally gloomy. She rushed over to Song Zhenyan and helped her sit down. “Aunt Song, Yan…is he not going to forgive me? But I…Aunt Song, what am I to do?”

Song Zhenyan was upset too. Any mother would feel that way if their son showed them the same attitude especially when he treated a servant better than her. How could she tolerate that?

She took another look at Song Jingyu, Song Zhenyan felt bad for her. “Don’t worry. He is still my son and will listen to me anyhow. I’ll make sure things work out between the two of you. Since it was he who hurt you then, I will make sure he makes it up to you!”

“Thanks, Aunt Song!” Song Jingyu hugged Song Zhenyan with both arms and placed her head on her shoulders and said, “Aunt Song, how I wish you were my biological Aunt instead.”

“You silly girl. If I were your biological Aunt, wouldn’t that make you siblings with Yan?”

Song Jingyu bit her lip and nodded pitifully. “That’s true.”

“Just be patient. The whole purpose of my visit is to help you resolve this matter once and for all!”

“Thanks, Aung Song!”

Fu Chengyan knocked on the door before entering. Fu Sheng and Fu Heng were discussing something when they saw him enter. Then, Fu Heng waved at him. “Yan, you’re back.”

“Yes, uncle!” Fu Chengyan walked in followed by the butler who proceeded to lay the tea set out. He left once he was done.

Fu Chengyan took a seat and didn’t disrupt Fu Heng and Fu Sheng’s conversation. Instead, he was focused on preparing the tea patiently. Although Fu Sheng and Fu Heng were still in the middle of their discussion, they ended it quickly after Fu Chengyan had entered. They didn’t want to leave him hanging.

“Have you met with your mother?”

Fu Sheng took the teacup that Fu Chengyan passed him. He paused as he held it in his hand and said, “Jingyu is here too!”

Fu Chengyan furrowed his brows. “I’ve met her,” he replied without any emotion.

Fu Sheng and Fu Heng exchanged glances as Fu Heng laughed. “Yan is an adult now. I’m sure he is his own man. Fu Sheng, you don’t have to worry.”

“Heng, you’re wrong. Zhenyan is still angry with me over what happened years ago. And Jingyu…” Fu Sheng shot a glance at Fu Chengyan as he spoke. “Yan, you’re no longer young. It’s time for you to think about getting married. You and Qianan were not fated to be together so why don’t you forget about her and move on? She had left a long time ago.”

When Fu Chengyan heard that, his hand that was holding the warm tea paused as he curled his lips. “Do you think she still has any influence over me?”

Fu Sheng and Fu Heng knew who Fu Chengyan meant. They had such high hopes on both Fu Chengyan and her then. Everyone thought that they were made for each other but they didn’t expect…

“But Qianan…”

“Dad, don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing. If you really have the time, please keep mom in check instead.”

Fu Sheng looked a little gloomy as he sighed. “It isn’t easy dealing with your mom given how long she had been holding her grudge. The reason for her return is clear and she certainly didn’t come home for my sake.”

“I’m sure you understand that no one can force me into doing anything against my will. It doesn’t matter if it is related to Qianan or Song Jingyu.” Fu Chengyan slammed his teacup on the table so hard that some of it spilled out.

Fu Sheng let out a wrinkled expression. “But your mom…”