President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him

Admit the mistake?

Gu Wenning sneered coldly, “I just told the truth, what’s wrong with that?”

Father Gu’s face turned livid with anger. He slapped Gu Wenning across the face and said sternly, “Get out of here, get out of here. I don’t have a stubborn, selfish, arrogant, and rude son like you.”

After being slapped, the right half of Gu Wenning’s face quickly became red and swollen, leaving a clearly visible mark, showing how much force had been used.

Even though this wasn’t the first time Gu Wenning witnessed the scene of a “loving father and filial son” in front of him, he still found it incredibly annoying, and his eyes stung. Gu Wenning twitched the corner of his mouth, smiling either sarcastically or self-deprecatingly, then turned around and walked away.

The housekeeper escorted him to the door and handed him a box of medicine.

“Young master, this is for reducing swelling and relieving pain. You can apply it later,” the housekeeper advised carefully.

“I understand, thank you, Uncle Wu,” Gu Wenning replied softly.

“The master has a bad temper. You should try not to come back in the future.”

Gu Wenning lowered his eyelashes, thinking that his father only had a bad temper with him. He was never that way in front of Gu Mingxu. Anyone who met him would say that Gu Congyu was a loving and gentle father.

In the afternoon, Gu Wenning had classes, so after leaving the Gu family villa, he took a taxi back to school.

When he got out of the car, he stopped by the pharmacy next to the school and bought a mask to cover his face.

After class ended at four o’clock, as Gu Wenning was packing up his books and materials, his instructor stopped him and asked him to come to the office.

“I see you’re wearing a mask. Do you have a cold? I have some cold medicine here. You can take it,” the instructor, Professor Chi, said.

Professor Chi was young, in his early thirties, and very gentle and generous. He was quite concerned about Gu Wenning, a student with poor health. Not only did he care about Gu Wenning academically, but he also looked after him in daily life.

It was rare for Gu Wenning to be close to anyone. Apart from his grandfather, he only had one friend, and then there was this professor surnamed Chi.

“I only have a few symptoms of a cold. It’s not serious. I’ll get better without taking medicine,” Gu Wenning said in a slightly hoarse voice.

In truth, he didn’t have a cold at all, so he naturally didn’t want to take medicine.

Professor Chi straightened up and said seriously, “You can’t say that. It’s not advisable to hide illnesses and avoid treatment. Listen to me—if you take medicine, you can have candy. Now, where’s my candy?”

He rummaged through the drawers, searching for candy but couldn’t find any. Then he remembered that just before class, he had eaten the last White Rabbit toffee due to hypoglycaemia. Now there was no candy left.

“Next time, I’ll restock for you, but you still need to take the medicine.”

Gu Wenning nodded, took the medicine, and said he’d take it later.

Professor Chi trusted his student, believing that he wouldn’t lie. When someone came to pick him up, he waved goodbye to Gu Wenning, not asking him to take the medicine right there.

The two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared from sight. Gu Wenning looked back but did not leave the school immediately. Instead, he went to the library and stayed for a while, collecting the papers he had written over the past month. He didn’t leave the school until later.

The wind had been warm, and the sun shone brightly in the morning, but by the afternoon, the sky had gradually darkened, with thick clouds hanging ominously. Finally, a few hours later, deafening thunder echoed, and a sudden heavy downpour followed, the rain hitting the ground with rapid force and splashing water everywhere.

While in the library, Gu Wenning felt a dull pain in his legs, especially in his knees.

He had been in a car accident, and ever since, the problem in his legs remained. Whenever it rained, he would suffer from leg pain, and in severe cases, he couldn’t even walk. He had seen many doctors and taken many medications, but nothing could completely cure it—only alleviate it.

The rain was so heavy, and the wind so strong, that it was impossible to walk outside even with an umbrella. Gu Wenning simply returned to the study room and laid down on the table, closing his eyes to rest.

When the pain worsened, Gu Wenning took some painkillers. He had assumed the medicine would help, but the old injury turned out to be more severe than he had expected. Even after taking the pills, the pain remained unbearable.

Gu Wenning’s face turned pale as he clenched his teeth, frowning as he silently endured the pain. He eventually drifted off to sleep in a daze, only to be woken up again by the pain.

The ache in his legs had worsened, leaving Gu Wenning with no choice. For someone always sensitive to pain, he felt as if he was on the verge of passing out from the soreness in his bones and the sting of his old injuries. With no other option, he poured out another pill from the medicine bottle. However, there was no water left in his cup, and to get more hot water, he would have to get up. Considering his current physical condition, fetching water was unrealistic. He simply swallowed the pill dry.

Time passed slowly, and by the time it was 8:30 in the evening, Gu Wenning finally felt some relief. Though the pain was still there, it had lessened enough for him to walk. He noticed that the sound of the wind and rain outside had ceased, indicating that the rain had stopped. He shook his head, rubbed his temples, gathered his strength, and walked slowly outside.

As soon as he left the school gate, he bumped into someone.

“Ah…”

Before Gu Wenning could say, “I’m sorry,” the person spoke hastily.

“Honey, why didn’t you reply to my WeChat messages or answer my calls? I couldn’t even find you.”

Fu Yanhe’s anxious tone betrayed his concern.

That afternoon, as soon as Fu Yanhe got off work, he had sent a WeChat message to his wife, asking where he was and wanting to pick him up for dinner. But his wife never responded. He had first gone to Gu family’s house, then to the community, but still hadn’t found him. The only option left was to come to the school and search there.

Gu Wenning looked at the person in front of him in confusion, his mind groggy. He pulled out his phone, looked at it, and murmured, “My phone is on silent.”

The library was a place that required silence, so naturally, Gu Wenning had set his phone to silent mode. Like many young people, he was used to leaving his phone on silent.

As for WeChat, Gu Wenning had been feeling unwell, so he hadn’t been paying attention to his messages. And in truth, very few people ever sent him WeChat messages or called him.

Fu Yanhe didn’t mean to blame him—he was only worried. After all, his wife wasn’t obligated to reply to his messages or answer his calls. He was just anxious because he couldn’t contact him, and that had affected his tone. As soon as Gu Wenning explained, Fu Yanhe softened his voice.

“Honey, have you eaten?”

Eaten?

Gu Wenning hesitated for a moment, as if trying to recall if he had eaten. After thinking for a while, he shook his head slightly and said, “No.”

Not only had he missed dinner, but he hadn’t even had lunch. The Gu family’s villa was far from Beijing University, and by the time he hurried back to school, it was almost time for afternoon classes. He didn’t even have time to eat, only managing to snack during a break. Those snacks had been given to him by Fu Yanhe that morning and were conveniently stashed in his bag. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have eaten those. He didn’t have the habit of bringing snacks with him.

At that moment, as Fu Yanhe mentioned food, Gu Wenning suddenly realized the hunger gnawing at his stomach.

Note

yeah, it’s me, I’m moving this novel from wookteahouse to here. Sorry for the trouble everyone^^