Genshin Impact: Watch me turn the tables and kill my servants at the start!

Funina: So it's not the way things are supposed to be. What are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty here?

Fanes: That's my mother!

Funina (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`): What a joke!!!

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When Fanes saw the change in Furna's expression, he knew that he had made the right move by giving out her name.

The moment Funina heard the name "Fanes," her composed and elegant smile froze on her face as if someone had pressed a pause button.

Her azure eyes blinked first, then her pupils dilated slightly, and the corners of her mouth drooped inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Funina swayed slightly in the high-backed chair, as if an unseen wind had blown past her, making even her meticulously combed white jellyfish hair appear less lustrous.

Fanes looked at her and clearly saw the words written on her face—who did you just say you were? Fanes? Which Fanes? The Fanes with the same name as Tenri?

In a single second, Funina's brain went through the entire process from "This must be a coincidence" to "No, this name is too unusual, there can't be a coincidence" and then to "I'm doomed, justice is coming for me."

Funina usually played the role of a goddess perfectly in front of outsiders, but the impact of this name was so great that the shell she had maintained for hundreds of years began to show visible cracks.

He slid off the chair.

It was really slippery—like my legs suddenly lost all strength, and I slid down the chair until I collapsed softly to the ground, supporting myself on the carpet with my hands, looking up at the little boy in front of me wearing a white coat with the sleeves rolled up several times.

Funina's lips trembled slightly, her voice dropping at least three octaves lower than usual: "I'm doomed... Heaven's coming to settle scores with me... I'm doomed, I'm doomed, have I been exposed? I'm definitely exposed..."

Faenes looked down at the water god slumped on the carpet—the water god who had always been elegant, composed, and radiant in front of the Fontaines for hundreds of years—who was now curled up on the floor like a punctured balloon, his lips still opening and closing silently, probably praying for something.

A wicked sense of humor suddenly surfaced in Faus's mind.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly when it started, but it was probably when Funina had chosen him as the "easy target," or perhaps when she said in the living room in that coaxing tone, "I wouldn't cheat a kid."

Anyway, he was now being treated as the weakest person in the room, while this person sitting opposite him was so scared that his legs went weak. This contrast made Fanes' twenty-year-old soul, hidden in the body of a six-year-old, want to do something.

If you're ruthless, don't blame me for being unjust. Who told you to bully me just because I'm a child now?

Fanes cleared his throat, jumped off the chair, and the sound of his little boots hitting the carpet muffled. He straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and tried his best to put on a mysterious expression. Then he raised his chin slightly and looked at Funina sitting on the floor, lowering his voice by half an octave, with a deliberately imitated indifference.

"Fukaros. Do you intend for me to take action against you if you don't kneel before me?"

The air was quiet for a second.

The next second, Funina pounced on her.

He crawled two steps on his hands and feet in a completely disheveled manner, which was completely out of character for a god, and then grabbed Phanes around the waist.

But because Fanes was so short, her face only reached his chest, so she knelt on the ground, wrapped her arms around the hem of his oversized coat, buried her face in the fabric around his stomach, and spoke in a muffled, tearful voice.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I know it was wrong of me to keep it a secret for so long, but I really didn't mean to! Sir, please don't hit me! I know I can't withstand it if you hit me! I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you whatever you ask!"

Faenes looked down at the water god hanging from his waist. The water god's hair was brushing against the front of his coat, and his blue curly hair was spread over his shoulders. The water god was curled up in a ball, looking like he was crying. There was no trace of the "I, the mighty water god" he had been in the reception room just moments before. Faenes's lips twitched, and he almost burst out laughing.

Fanes had intended to play a little longer, but seeing how pitiful Funina looked, he felt that if he continued acting, the girl might faint on the spot.

Fanes reached out and patted Funina's head gently, as if he were patting a frightened cat: "Alright, alright, stop crying. I'm not Tianji."

Funina looked up, her face still wet, her bright blue eyes wide open, clearly saying "Really?"

"Really? You swear?"

I swear.

Funina stared at his face for three seconds, then her expression changed from "panic" to "confusion," and then from "confusion" to "anger."

Funina abruptly released her grip on his waist, took a step back, and then stood up with incredible speed, as if nothing had happened. She brushed off non-existent dust from her skirt, straightened her back, and raised her chin slightly. In an instant, the haughty expression that belonged to the water goddess returned to her face.

The speed at which the expressions changed was so fast that Fanes felt as if he were watching a Sichuan opera performance from his past life.

"you--"

Funina pointed at his nose, her voice still carrying a hint of lingering anger from being tricked, "Were you just playing me?"

Just as Fanes was about to explain, Funina bent down and pushed him with both hands—not with much force, but his six-year-old body couldn't withstand the push from an adult, and he fell backward, landing on his bottom first on the carpet.

Phanes, grimacing and clutching his aching tailbone, looked up at Funina, who was towering above him, and his competitive spirit resurfaced.

Fañez sat on the carpet, head tilted back, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Tianli is my mother! I inherited my name from her! You just wait!"

Fu Ningna's arrogance vanished instantly, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her head.

Before Funina could take her second step, she froze in mid-air. Her expression changed from "I'm angry" to "What the hell?" and then from "What the hell?" to "I'm doomed, I'm doomed, here we go again."

Looking down at Fanes sitting on the ground, his deep blue eyes were filled with terror and despair. He slowly lowered his hand that was raised in mid-air, and then, as if his bones had been removed, his knees buckled and he knelt down on the carpet again.

"Young...Young Master?"

Funina's voice trembled, even more humble than when she had begged for mercy, "I was just joking to lighten the mood... please don't take it to heart..."

Fanes rubbed his backside as he got up from the ground, dusted off his coat, and looked down at the water god kneeling in front of him.

Funina looked up at him, her blue eyes watery, her lips pressed tightly together, radiating a pitiful aura of "please spare me."

Fanes tilted his head and looked at her for two seconds, then slowly said, "I still prefer your unruly attitude from earlier."

Fu Ningna's eyes instantly reddened again.

"Waaaaah, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Furina grabbed Fanes' hand—or rather, his chubby little hand peeking out from his wide sleeve—and held it tightly in her palm, her voice trembling with tears, "Please, just let me go! Don't tell your mother! If she finds out I pushed you, I definitely won't live past tomorrow!"

Fanes looked down at his hand, which was being held tightly by Funina's hands, then looked up at the water goddess with two tear streaks on her face, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Fanes withdrew his hand, tucked it into his coat sleeve, and sighed, "Alright, alright, I won't say anything. Get up, the ground is cold."

Feeling like she'd been granted a pardon, Funin scrambled to her feet, hastily wiped her face with her sleeve, and then sat back down in the high-backed chair. Although she tried to regain her previous elegant and composed demeanor, her eyes were still red and her nose was slightly sore; she looked like a wronged wife who had just been bullied.

Fanes climbed back into his chair, picked up the now-cold tea on the table, took a sip, and looked at Funina across from him, who was still trying to appear calm. He felt that this trip had been truly worthwhile.

Outside the reception room, Arecino, Rosalyn, and the skirmishers waited quietly. The door to the side hall was tightly closed, and no one could hear the thrilling "negotiation" that had just taken place inside.

All they knew was that when Fanes pushed open the door and came out, the Water God followed behind him with an excessively bright smile, and even took the initiative to say, "The renewal of the agreement is easy to discuss, everything is up to the young master... no, to this young gentleman's opinion."

The three executives looked at each other in bewilderment.

Fanes walked among them, the hem of his coat swaying with his light steps, a look on his face that said, "See? I told you I could handle it."

Rosalyn bent down and whispered, "What exactly did you talk about with her?"

Fanes thought for a moment and then answered seriously, "We talked about life."

Rosalyn's expression was very complicated.