d of regret” >>> 。"Hmm" Lu Hanchuan let out a questioning sound. 。Fu Xiaoyao rubbed her aching temples, "It's like this, Qi Dongming knew I was her daughter a long time ago. It was Tangshan who told...Thinking like that, Fu Xiaoyao couldn't help but curl her lips and speed up her bathing.

By the time she stepped out of the shower, the man was gone from the room. Only his suit jacket lay carelessly on the sofa.

"Where did he go" Fu Xiaoyao muttered in confusion, smoothing her bathrobe and stepping out of the room.

In the living room downstairs, Aunt Song was still mopping the floor. Seeing her come down, she called out softly, "Madam."

"Aunt Song, have you seen Hanchuan" Fu Xiaoyao asked, clutching the collar of her robe.

Aunt Song stopped what she was doing, "I saw Mr. just went out."

"Going out" Fu Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Is he still going out this late

"Yes, Mr. just received a call and left in a hurry just now. Didn't you know, Madam"

Fu Xiaoyao managed a strained smile, her eyes clearly showing disappointment, "He didn't tell me..."

"Perhaps he had something urgent to attend to and couldn't make it. Don't worry too much, madam."

"I'm going to head back to my room first."

Fu Xiaoyao turned around, leaning on the railing of the stairs, and slowly went upstairs.

Lying in bed, she stared at the ceiling with wide eyes until her eyes ached. Then, she turned her head and picked up her phone from beside the pillow.

10:20!

Fu Xiaoyao was uncertain if Lu Hanchuan would be back tonight.

But that man has always kept his word, he should be back.

Fu Xiaoyao propped herself up in bed, reaching for a novel from the bedside table. She idly flipped through it, waiting for Lu Hanchuan.

When she finally couldn't hold on any longer and Lu Hanchuan still didn't return, she gave up and fell asleep.

The next day, Fu Xiaoyao looked at the spot beside her. The bed was cold, the pillow was neat and tidy, it was clear that no one had slept there.

So he didn't return all night

Fu Xiaoyao bit her lip, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart. After washing up, she went downstairs and ate only a few bites of breakfast before putting down her cutlery and going to work.

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she heard a few other secretaries chatting in the hallway. She instinctively slowed her pace.

"According to Joe's assistant, Mr. Lu won't be coming to the company today."

"Why I can't see Lu Zong's stunning appearance, maybe I won't have the motivation to work today. Where did he go"

"I know, half an hour ago, I heard Joe's assistant talking on the phone with President Lu. President Lu asked him to send clothes to the hospital."

"A hospital" Hearing this, Fu Xiaoyao quickly stepped forward and interrupted the three people's conversation.

"Cold... What's wrong with Mr. Lu" she asked, a bit anxiously.

He didn't come back last night. Could he be sick

"You ask us That's strange, you are Mr. Lu's personal secretary, don't you know"

Three secretaries looked at her with envy or disdain.

Fu Xiaoyao shook her head slightly.

"Since you don't know, we don't know either. You care so much about Mr. Lu, why don't you just give him a call See if he'll tell you. Alright, let's go to work."

Three secretaries in high heels walked past Fu Xiaoyao one by one.

The last secretary walking back, whether intentionally or unintentionally, bumped into Fu Xiaoyao's shoulder, causing her to take two steps back before regaining her balance.

Fu Xiaoyao covered the painful spot and sighed softly.

When she was appointed as the secretary, she was ostracized by the secretarial staff.

Over time, she had almost gotten used to this.

Not minding this little matter, Fu Xiaoyao rubbed her shoulders and took out her phone from her bag. She flipped through the phone book to a number she had saved for three years but never had the courage to call.

She stared at the number, both familiar and strange, for a long time. She clenched her hand, unable to control her worry for Lu Hánchāw, and mustered her courage to dial it.

"Who is it" A low and cold male voice rang out from the phone.

...Fu Xiaoyao's eyes dimmed as she lowered her gaze, "It was me..."

He didn't even have her number saved. breathing became a little rapid. "On December 5th, six years ago, I was taking care of the second young master back from the hospital and met Mr. Shi in the villa area. At that time, Mr. Shi still gr...