CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 251 THE TRUTH_2

Whether male or female, as long as they are born, they would have the most legitimate right to inherit the Fu Family’s legacy, something others would never want to see.

Thus, taking advantage of Fu Siyu’s father being away on a business trip, those people targeted Fu Siyu’s mother.

They kidnapped her, intending to kill her and snuff out all potential issues in the cradle.

Fortunately, before boarding the plane, Fu Siyu’s father sensed something was amiss and did not leave as planned.

Learning that his wife had been abducted, Fu Siyu’s father mobilized all his resources and successfully caught up with the kidnappers.

The rescue process was extremely perilous, and Fu Siyu’s mother ended up giving birth during that time.

After a grueling seven-hour ordeal, the police eventually rescued Fu Siyu and his mother from the blaze.

As for the group of kidnappers, they all perished in the fire, cleanly, leaving no evidence behind for the police.

Early on during the prenatal checkups, Fu Siyu’s mother learned she was carrying twins.

Now that Fu Siyu was rescued, and the other could not be found anywhere in the blaze, the police concluded that the other child had been burned beyond recognition.

After finally rescuing Fu Siyu and his mother, Mr. Fu became more assertive, tirelessly protecting his wife and child.

Under his parent’s care, Fu Siyu gradually grew up.

Unknown to everyone, while Fu Siyu was growing up, his twin brother was being secretly raised as a fugitive assassin abroad.

To shorten this training process, his brother was regularly drugged.

years passed, and while Fu Siyu was still the talented middle school student, his brother had already grown into an adult, and had been working for the organization for almost five years.

The first time they met was two years after the death of Mr. and Mrs. Fu.

His brother wore a white suit, gentle as jade, holding a baby in his arms with a smile as mild as spring breeze, yet devoid of any real warmth.

He said, "Hello, little brother."

Despite appearing to be over a decade older, upon seeing the familiar contours and that unique feeling, Fu Siyu still believed it, this was indeed his twin brother.

With their parents gone and his biological brother suddenly appearing in such a manner, Fu Siyu was both shocked and delighted.

But his joy at his brother’s arrival was short-lived.

His brother handed over the baby he was holding to Fu Siyu, "Take care of him for me."

"Who is this?"

"My son." Fu Siyu’s brother said, looking strangely at the soft, small infant, "He caused his mother’s death. I hate him. Now he’s yours."

With that, Fu Siyu’s brother turned to leave. Fu Siyu quickly grabbed him, "Where are you going?"

"To die," Fu Siyu’s brother turned back, this time with a truly genuine smile, "But, if things go well, we might see each other again."

After saying this, he did not heed Fu Siyu’s pleas and left straight away.

Honestly, until he left the cemetery, Fu Siyu thought he had experienced an inexplicable dream.

Only the milk-scented little bundle in his arms reminded him that all of this was actually real.

As for his brother’s statement about going to die, it was no lie, for just three months later, his brother’s corpse was sent back.

Honoring his brother’s last words, Fu Siyu buried him in a valley in the suburbs of Imperial City.

In those last words, Fu Siyu’s brother also mentioned he would not acknowledge his own son and instructed Fu Siyu never to speak of him to anyone.

Thus, Fu Siyu took on the title of Fu Yang’s father.

He did not tell Fu Yang the truth partly because as his power grew, he looked into Fu Yang’s father’s past, and honestly, any of Fu Yang’s father’s actions could warrant an international search.

On the other hand, he didn’t want Fu Yang to know his mother had died because of him and that Fu Yang’s biological father hated him.

Shu Wan had not expected that behind Fu Yang’s identity lay so many secrets.

She sighed softly, "Perhaps Fu Yang’s father didn’t really hate his son; maybe he just, couldn’t bear the loss of his partner."

"Yes."

Fu Siyu had looked into Fu Yang’s biological mother years before.

He was somewhat surprised since according to the information he found, Fu Yang’s biological parents were even mortal enemies in the early days.

Fu Yang’s mother’s information also could not be disclosed to the public. As the long-famous rose hunter internationally, her reputation was even more notorious than that of Fu Yang’s father.

No one knew how she ended up with her much younger archenemy, nor did they know the true cause of her eventual death.

All of this was buried in time by Fu Siyu’s brother, and besides him, probably no one knew the truth.

"So, you plan to keep hiding this from Fu Yang?"

"I don’t know."

Fu Siyu was unusually uncertain at this moment.

He didn’t want to lie to Fu Yang because one lie had to be covered up with countless more, but the truth was too cruel; he couldn’t just lay it all out in front of Fu Yang.

Shu Wan understood Fu Siyu’s dilemma and her eyes flickered, "Actually, Fu Yang isn’t as fragile as you think. You can tell him when the time is right."

Fu Yang had the right to know the truth.

"Okay, I understand." Fu Siyu nodded, then suddenly remembered something else, "Since I’ve told you all this, I should also tell you about a small lie I told you before."

"What is it?"

"The painting you saw in the mountain villa was actually painted by my brother."

"What?!"