Moved to A New House (V)

Xie Tiao looked at Fu Pei and realized that he genuinely had no romantic feelings for Fu Ting. He could not help but laugh, rubbed his hands together and whispered into Fu Pei's ear, "Brother Fu, she's such a sweet girl. Don't you have any feelings for her? If you won't do anything about it, I will!"

Although Fu Pei said nothing in response, his ever-so-arrogant eyes became extremely cold.

With eyes lowered, he rolled up his sleeves and showed his defined muscles. He frowned with malice. "What do you want to do? Maybe I should send you to heaven, then?"

His voice sounded lazy and drone out, but there was an aura of death that permeated into the environment that could scare the soul out of a person's body.

Xie Tiao was stunned. 'I'm scared!'

He shrank his neck and exchanged glances with his brothers. They were all speechless.

She was not his daughter yet and he already started to control her life. He was making the father-daughter thing seem like a real thing.

Just imagine how Brother Fu would behave with his daughter in the future.

He looked like a father enslaved by his daughter; who cared, spoiled, and followed anywhere she would go. Was it even possible for her to get married?

One thing was for sure: the man who would marry Brother Fu's daughter would be tortured in his hands.

...

A group of tough men worked together and moved everything into the apartment in just a brief time.

Although the apartment was completely furnished, it had not been used for a long time. There were layers of dust visible, so it must be cleaned.

Fu Ting pulled at Fu Pei's sleeve and said, "Can I help sweep the floor now?"

Fu Pei cocked his eyebrows slightly, his deep and charming eyes stared back at her. His tone, however, was complete "You dream on! Sweeping the floor is such an easy task for you. Go and turn on the TV, and watch it for an hour to see if it's working."​​

'???'

Fu Ting was puzzled. Fu Pei's words did not sound wrong, but she just thought that something was wrong.

Xie Tiao and the others watched as Fu Ting sat on the sofa comfortably watching TV, and they suddenly felt their bodies ache. There seemed to be no hard feelings if there was no reason for comparison, but once their situations were compared, it seemed extremely unfair.

Fu Pei kicked Xie Tiao's foot. "Why are you distracted? Move!"

Xie Tiao pointed to the radio. "Brother Fu, can I see if the radio is working well?"

Fu Pei threw him a broom. "Are you the boss? Get over here and sweep the floor."

Xie Tiao and the others were utterly crushed.

Boohoo!

Double standard!

Brother Fu did not care for them at all.

...

The apartment was thoroughly cleaned two hours later.

This apartment had a touch of European design with three bedrooms and one hall; elegant and simple.

Xie Tiao and the others felt happy for Fu Pei. This was a place where humans could live.

Fu Pei's face was blank. He looked at Little Fool—who was running around in the room to sort the things—and felt a sense of peace in his heart. It was very different from the time he lived in the basement.

They simply cooked some noodles to eat at noon; the kitchen was devoid of ingredients to cook.

"Brother Fu, let's get a haircut to commemorate you moving into a new house!"

Once he finished his meal, Tiger 1pulled out a magazine and pointed to a set of new hairstyles on the upper row. "Check these out!" he called out to Fu Pei. "An oblique bang, tied-up braids, and this Afro golden hair. They look dope! We've gotta arrange for the haircut!"

This was the era where the punk style was trending. Young and free-spirited teenagers like them preferred to be fashionable by following this trend.

Xie Tiao excitedly chirped, "All the girls will flock to Brother Fu with just a lift of his finger. If you make him tied-up braids and get him an oblique bang, he'll look extremely cool!"

Fu Pei had no special requirement for his image; he felt that he was already handsome. If he became even more good-looking, how could the others continue to live?

Since Little Fool would be living with him from now on, he thought that he should manage his image better.

He was just about to agree before Fu Ting cried out, "No, Dad! You can't have this hairstyle!"

Fu Pei raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "Master Ting, is there a problem with this hairstyle?" Xie Tiao asked in doubt. "Look how cool it looks! Later, we can also dye our hair green—"

Fu Ting saw the colorful hairstyles on the magazine and almost had a heart attack.

What kind of punk styles were those?

Although this was the signature style of this era, she recalled her father's punk style pictures that were exposed in the future. He was handsome, sure, but he was ridiculed by his country, and this had caused psychological distress on him.

She looked disgusted. "Don't you think these hairstyles are ugly? You'll regret it all your life if you do get them, Dad. You'd cry thinking of this hairstyle when you're older... You'd wish you could undo it!"

'What on earth?' he thought to himself.

Was Little Fool sick again?

​He felt that he was personally attacked by Fu Ting, and his eyes deepened. "Since you say that, I must do it! I don't believe it's that shabby."

He wanted to let Little Fool know he was a godly man who could pull off every hairstyle!

"Dad, if you want to change your hairstyle so badly, I can recommend one that suits you best. I'm sure that it'll look very good on you!"

Fu Pei's face was expressionless. "I'm going to get that oblique bang and nothing else."

"I don't agree!" Fu Ting was angry and her eyes widened in an instant. "You have to listen to me! I won't harm you!"

Xie Tiao and others vigorously sent signals to Fu Ting; Master Ting was so stubborn. How could she control Brother Fu like this? Would Brother Fu whack her?

Fu Pei licked his teeth, and he was extremely furious. Little Fool called him her 'dad' dearly, but why was he anxious as though he was lectured by an adult? Had their roles changed?

Was he giving her too much prestige? She had become so arrogant!

Did he seem like he would listen to her?

After a good three seconds of silence, Fu Pei nodded indifferently. "Fine, I'll listen to you."

Forget it! It was just a hairstyle. If he did not agree, Little Fool would get crazy again. He could not fight against her.

A wise man must adapt to circumstances, right?