电车狼

Chapter 16

Fu Yan made a disdainful "tsk" sound, wiping the saliva back onto his face, and sneered coldly, "You think just because you found a sister-in-law, I can't deal with you anymore? Have you ever thought about the two of us teaming up against you?"

Fu Qi struggled with his short arms and legs while protesting incoherently, "Sister-in-law is beautiful, gorgeous! Pretty and kind-hearted! Won't hit Qi Qi."

"That's not necessarily true. Maybe she'll be even more vicious," Fu Yan said with a hint of deeper meaning.

Fu Qi heard this and froze for a moment before bursting into tears with a "wah."

Fu Yan sighed, feeling relieved. Satisfied, he picked up his phone and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, despite Fu Qi's loud crying, he could still speak: "I want sister-in-law! I want to ask sister-in-law not to hit me, woo~"

Fu Yan never backed down. Hearing this, he turned back, his thin lips curling into a sneer, "Thank you for the reminder. Wait and see, I'll definitely find you a sister-in-law who will beat kids. I don't want one who won't beat kids."

Unable to argue with him, Fu Qi cried even louder, the sound deafening.

Having made the kid cry, Fu Yan took a plate of succulent grape mousse cake and went to the study to play games.

When there were only three little cakes left on the plate, a friend request popped up.

Fu Yan had countless friend requests that were left unattended. Many people had gone to great lengths to obtain his contact information, but the consequences were usually automatic cleanup after expiration. The young master Fu didn't even bother looking at them.

However, this time was a bit different.

Jiang Yan's WeChat name was simply Jiang Yan, her avatar a withered sunflower, and the request note read: I'm your future partner.

Undeniably, for a beautiful woman like Jiang Yan with her looks and her livestreaming career to send such an intimate message, it was hard for anyone not to be intrigued.

But Fu Yan, having been around the block since childhood with a colorful life experience, could not be swayed by such petty tricks.

He glanced over at the next room, where the little brat had wiped away his tears and was munching on grapes by himself. Then he sat back down, gripped his phone, and typed out a few words: I don't want one who won't beat kids.

"What does he mean by that? He likes the violent type?" Jiang Yan asked the system, utterly perplexed.

Since it involved the task, the system unusually sided with Jiang Yan. After reviewing hundreds of materials, it finally arrived at a useless conclusion: "The condition comes from the need, so he needs a partner who will beat kids..."

"Ah, I see." Jiang Yan held her head, too lazy to keep guessing, and sent a message directly to Fu Yan.

Jiang Yan: What do you mean by that?

Fu Yan explained slowly: Fu Qi is disobedient, so he needs a sister-in-law who can discipline him.

"I think you can do it," the system encouraged her.

Jiang Yan said, "I can't, but Jiang Yan definitely can."

So Jiang Yan asked in return: If I can control Fu Qi, does that mean I can be his sister-in-law?

When Fu Yan, sitting on the swiveling chair, saw this message, he gave it a light kick, spinning himself around twice.

An up-and-coming livestreamer who claimed to have feelings for him - he didn't believe it himself. Confessing right after meeting, there must be an ulterior motive. The usual answers were either for his money or being infatuated by his looks, or both.

They had just met, and her appearance, personality, voice, and background were all unfamiliar. Yet, inexplicably, there was a strange sense of familiarity. As if it were fate.

This was precisely what Fu Yan believed in the least.

But now, he was influenced by this feeling. The heir of the Fu family had always disliked being passive. So he said: Okay.

Jiang Yan was overjoyed! After all, this was her first time pursuing someone, and it had taken an entire day, so she immediately sent a video call.

A video invitation suddenly popped up on Fu Yan's phone. He tilted his head nonchalantly and accepted it.

The next second, the woman's face appeared on the screen, her exquisite and beautiful features - the narrow, seductive fox eyes, the high bridged nose, the crimson smiling lips, and the snow-white complexion - forming a strong visual impact.

But what struck Fu Yan's mind was her voice, tinged with a sense of novelty and happiness, colored with pure laughter: "Hello, boyfriend!"

"What are you doing?" Fu Yan asked lazily.

"You've already admitted it? I haven't even told you that I can control him yet," Jiang Yan said with a deep smile.

The system silently coughed twice, muttering that Jiang Yan was quite good at being coy.

When it came to the art of flirting, Fu Yan was always the top player on the platform. If he slowed down his pace slightly, that deep baritone voice would produce a luxurious and charming sound, like precious metal being sanded: "Calling me boyfriend in the first sentence, do I even need to ask, darling?"

The highly suggestive and indolent tone, coupled with his melodious voice, made Jiang Yan's ears tingle, but she was essentially still a blockhead, completely oblivious to the man's little tricks. She sincerely praised him: "Your voice is so nice. I think you could even switch to voice acting."

Fu Yan silently and gently smiled at her, suppressing a few "heh heh" laughs. It seemed his previous statement had gone to waste.

[Next task: Gain 20,000 followers by utilizing Fu Yan.]

Since she had to take advantage of him, Jiang Yan felt she should treat Fu Yan better.

She racked her brains trying to show concern for him. Her eyes landed on the plate of little cakes on the desk behind him, and she quickly asked, "Are those cakes on the table for you to eat?"

Not knowing why she asked this, Fu Yan turned to look, then said a simple "yes" while waiting for her follow-up.

"Are the cakes good?" Jiang Yan asked with concern.

Fu Yan thought she was just making small talk, so he brushed it off with, "A bit sweet."

"A bit sweet, are they grape ice cream cakes?" Jiang Yan asked again.

Realizing what Jiang Yan was trying to do, the system fell silent for two seconds before correcting her: "You should be concerned about Fu Yan, not the cake."

Jiang Yan said "oh" and told Fu Yan, "I just wanted to know if the topping was grape or blueberry, it's a bit far away so I can't tell."

Fu Yan understood what she meant, reached out his arm, and brought the cake closer to the camera, thoughtfully asking, "Can you see it clearly now?"

"Grape," Jiang Yan answered, staring at the cake.

Jiang Yan had repeatedly played the weak card in front of the system to appear harmless, but at this moment, the system determined for the first time that Jiang Yan was truly a naive sweet girl, the kind who could easily be deceived.

"Want some?" Fu Yan asked, his tone slightly tempting.

Jiang Yan gave a modest smile, her brows arching, "That would be too much trouble."