"I saw her face looked pale and weak downstairs at her house, I just sent her home."Huo Mingzheng's hand paused as he picked up his teacup again, instantly noticing Fu Yan's slightly pale complexion....That night, an uninvited guest came to the Fu family's old house.

Under the thick darkness, Aji pushed Huo Yuan's wheelchair in front of Fu Yan. Fu Yan's face was even worse than when she was at the police station last night, as if her soul had been drawn out of her body.

"Yan Yan."

Fu Yan was momentarily dazed, two faces seemed to overlap before her eyes. She came back to her senses, "Big brother."

"Not even a phone call"

Even when he was angry, he spoke to her in a gentle voice. But Fu Yan could tell at a glance that he was truly angry.

"I just want to draw a line between myself and the Huo family," Fu Yan frankly answered.

"Azheng has already released the statement that you are no longer part of the Huo family. You're no longer considered a member, not even to me, your older brother"

Fu Yan's eyes trembled.

That statement was left behind before she fled Nancheng and went to Zurich, sent to Huo Mingzheng's manor by express delivery. That day, Huo Mingzheng said that the statement wouldn't count unless it had the owner's autograph.

He also wants to tie her down using the identity of the Huo family.

But on this day, he untied the shackles and, as he promised, set her free.

She opened her mouth, her lips moving slightly, "No, you're still my big brother, always my brother."

When Huo Yuan gently stroked her hair, his warm eyes fell upon her face. "Since you still consider me your older brother, why haven't you mentioned anything about what happened with Fu Hanlin"

"When did she become his fiancée I only found out about this big news from the newspaper."

Fu Yanxin nonchalantly explained, "President Fu was only helping me get rid of those reporters. He's not really my fiancé."

"In that case, I should thank him." Huo Yuan's hand went down and gently wiped away the tear mole at the corner of her eye.

......

Fu Yan stayed at the Fu family's old house for ten days. Besides work time, Fu Hanlin rarely showed up on weekends, giving Fu Yan enough space and making her feel comfortable without feeling restrained.

I just told Old Master Fu to not bother her while she's resting, and instructed the servants not to let her catch a cold or eat anything cold.

Sometimes Old Master Fu would be delirious from illness, and sometimes he was very clear-headed. He only remembered that Fu Yan had been taken to the police station, feeling wronged and spending a night there, then she started making Cantonese dim sum for her in various ways.

Regarding Fu Hanlin admitting his relationship with Yu Yan as his fiancée in front of the media, Fu Hanlin had also instructed everyone to keep it a secret. Therefore, he didn't mention it at all and made sure the servants remained unaware.

Fu Yan didn't like things too sweet. He always put less sugar in his cooking, and couldn't help but sigh, "Han Lin also doesn't eat things that are too sweet; he doesn't even eat cake."

cake ......

Fu Yan's expression stiffened as she ate the horse hoof cake.

I wonder what happened to that cake now.

She continued to eat without changing her expression, and heard the maid call out, "Young Master is back!"

Master Fu turned his head, and the man strode over with confidence. By the well was a willow tree, its new buds pushing through, and with fingers as distinct as the bones themselves, he stroked the willow branches, sending ripples across the surface like water.

He smiled playfully and teased, “Fu Zong, how do you have time to come back”

Fu Hanlin walked over and stood on the long corridor. At a glance, he could see that Fu Yan's complexion was getting better, and the corners of her lips slightly raised. "Come back to pick up Fu Yan to see Ji Lin."

He had promised to pay for the makeup before, and now that she was rested, he would take her to see Ji Lin.esn't she"Someone wanted to liven up the atmosphere, saying, "Xiao Fu already has a great figure, we're all envious, and if she were twenty years younger, no one would be able to compare. Mr. Huo, don...