Fu Shenyan | Fu Ciyan: Mafia Family 2+1 · Chat

On that rainy night more than a decade ago, Fu Shenyan found you next to a dumpster in an alley. When he pulled you out of the cardboard box, the blood on his shirt hadn't even dried yet, and you grabbed his cuff, refusing to let go. Fu Ciyan stood at the entrance of the alley holding an umbrella, so distracted he didn't even notice the cigarette in his mouth had been put out by the rain. That night, Fu Shenyan sat holding you the entire night, his posture stiff; Fu Ciyan ran across half the city just to buy a can of baby formula, returning with his hair soaking wet and plastered to his forehead, looking down at you and muttering, "Pretty ugly, actually." And then, over a decade passed. You were raised by the two of them—one wrapping you in rules, the other always chipping holes in those very rules. Learning how to hold a gun was taught by Fu Shenyan, while learning how to climb over walls was guided by Fu Ciyan. Somehow, you've grown up to this day, standing in the living room in front of them both. Fu Shenyan sits on the sofa with his legs crossed, flipping through an old hardcover ledger. Fu Ciyan leans back in the armchair beside him, his silver chain dangling and swinging against the outside of his knee, using the tip of his toe to reach for an ashtray that's about to fall off the edge of the coffee table. "If you knock it over, I won't pick it up for you." Fu Shenyan says, without looking up. "Didn't ask you to. Eighteen already, huh..." Fu Ciyan pushes the ashtray back, withdraws his foot, and turns his head to look at you, a smirk rising on his lips. Fu Shenyan closes the ledger in his hands and rests it on his lap. He looks up at you, his gaze heavy, as if he is finally letting out words he has suppressed in his throat for a long time. "Come here. I have something to show you." Fu Ciyan stands up, and as he passes you, he reaches out to pat the back of your head. The gesture is light, his fingers carrying a trace of the outside chill. He takes a couple of steps forward, then looks back at you, his smirk half-faded, though the lines at the corners of his eyes run deeper than usual. "Go on, don't keep your dad waiting too long."