ed for me first, and now you're throwing a tantrum out of anger." Du Xiner had anger and disdain on her face."Which eye of yours saw me fall You're just using your imagination to try and put the blame..."You don't have to be so polite with me."

"That's all I need," Fu Yan raised her eyes to look at him, "You are my brother-in-law. Even though we are close, I know my limits."

Fu Jing's eyes flickered.

"I know you regret it, you're not reconciled to it, but things have come to this. Can you abandon Huo Jingshu No, your sense of responsibility will prevent you from leaving her behind. Instead of that, why not accept her and live a good life together."

Fu Jing bie opened his eyes and looked in the direction where Fu Yan had been staring just now. It was a lighter.

This is a limited edition from a certain luxury brand worldwide.

Ji Lin doesn't smoke, and no other men have ever come to her house.

He had only ever seen this lighter on one person.

The chest cavity felt a surge of unknown emotions, and he opened his mouth to say: “Li Qin is back.”

Fu Yan held onto her chopsticks, her hand stiffening. The faint flush on her face vanished, replaced by a pallor that spread inch by inch.

She wasn't surprised, but hearing this from a third party still left her feeling breathless.

Knowing she couldn't handle it, Fu Jing still pressed on. He could stop bothering her, but she had to stay away from that man. "Last night Huo Mingzheng was with her the whole time,"

That's Li Qin.

She was the woman who, despite his usual composure and coldness, had moved Huo Mingzheng, the dignified heir of the Huo family, to personally chase her down at the airport in a bid to prevent their breakup as he prepared to leave for overseas.

His love was known throughout the city, and after losing him and then finding him again, how could he not cherish him

Fu Yan bit her broken lower lip, and Fu Jing wanted to help separate it again, but Fu Yan dodged his hand and said in a low voice, "Thank you for telling me this."

She let out a relieved smile. "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Fu Jing's heart felt like it had been scorched open, a hole gaping where his love should be. Watching the fractured smile on her face, he felt a lump in his chest. He stood up, grabbed his coat, and left.

After Fu Jing had walked for half an hour, Fu Yan received a call from the old house. It wasn't the phone in Bie Yuan, it was the one in the front hall, which only the housekeeper would use.

She was probably worried that something had happened to Song Qingshuang and hurriedly picked up the phone.

"Miss Fu," the butler said respectfully, "The old master asks you to return to the old house."

"Is something the matter" Fu Yan unconsciously clenched her phone.

The steward's attitude toward her was neither cold nor hot, "Master didn't say anything, only asked you to come back once."

Fu Yan felt uneasy. After hanging up the phone, she called Song Qing霜, "Mom, where are you"

"At the old house, just finished eating, what's up"

She sounded relaxed and natural, not like she was lying, so that thing definitely wasn't her fault.

Fu Yan put her heart at ease. “It’s alright, grandpa called me back for a bit, I’ll come find you after I’m done.”

After tidying up a bit, she took two cold pills and went downstairs to hail a taxi back to her old house.

As soon as I stepped into the hall, I sensed that something was off.

The old patriarch sat on the grand master's chair, sipping tea. Beside him stood his fourth aunt, Du Xiner, her face pale and bearing a suppressed anger, as well as Huo Jingshu, with red eyes, being soothed by her fourth uncle.

Fu Yan crossed the threshold and greeted everyone one by one: "Grandfather, Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt."

"I can't afford it!" Du Xirui had a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

"Xiao Fu, where did you come from" asked Old Master Huo.

"I rented a house."

"Do you live alone"

Fu Yan felt baffled, but honestly answered, "Yes."

Old Master Huo slammed his teacup onto the table with a resounding thud, his face stern and imposing. He asked her in a grave voice, "So, what is going on between you and Fu Jing!"like brothers who could talk about anything, it was certainly not like this now.But what Mr. Huo was thinking, that was none of his business.When Huo Yuan was done, he tossed the blood-stained handker...