st that I'm in a bad mood...""I'm in a bad mood, but my sister isn't your target for anger." Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes."Yes, yes, yes, my brother-in-law is right," Fu Zixuan said flatteringly.Lu H...Aunt Song thought for a moment, “I'd say about two hours. After you came back, Mr. Li had a cup of tea and then left.”

"Two hours..." Fu Xiaoyao tightened her grip on the railing.

He had been gone for so long, and just returned he left again.

I just don't know if he went for his own injuries, or if he was rushing to Qi Ya.

Perhaps both!

Fu Xiaoyao sighed and walked to the sofa, sitting down. "By the way, Aunt Song, how did I get back here"

"Of course, you brought him back from Mr.," Aunt Song smiled.

Fu Xiaoyao's action of pouring water paused slightly, "Holding it back"

"That's right, you were asleep back then. It was Mr. who personally carried you off the car and back to the room."

"That's...it is like this!" Fu Xiaoyao lowered her head and swallowed, but her heart wasn't happy. Instead, she felt very worried.

According to Song Yi, Lu Hanchuan carried her off the car and back into the room. It was probably him who carried her when they got off the plane too.

He still has a back injury, how come he didn't wake her up!

I wonder if he pulled at her wound when he held her.

Thinking of this, Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly put down her water glass, reached into her pocket for her phone, and dialed Lu Hanchuan.

But the phone rang twice and then was hung up.

Fu Xiaoyao let out a puzzled "huh" and brought her phone to her face, checking to make sure she hadn't accidentally hit the hang-up button. She then dialed Lu Hanchuan again.

And yet, the same result: the phone call still got hung up.

"Didn't Mr. Fu answer" Aunt Song watched as Xiao Yao put down her phone and couldn't help but ask.

Fu Xiaoyao nodded, "Yeah, he hung up."

"He's probably back at the company, busy with work," Auntie Song comforted her, signaling her not to think too much about it.

Fu Xiaoyao gave a strained smile. "Perhaps."

She got up and went back upstairs.

Two minutes later, she changed into another set of clothes.

Aunt Song saw her attire and realized something, “Madam, are you going to the company”

"No, I'm going back to my mother's place." Fu Xiaoyao replied.

She was going to ask her parents if they knew about Fu Zixuan's situation.

"When will you be back so I can prepare dinner" Aunt Song asked, wiping her hands.

Fu Xiaoyao glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, "It should be later when he comes back, I'll let you know in advance then."

"Well then, Mrs. Take care." Aunt Song saw her out to the villa gate.

As soon as Fu Xiaoyao left the villa area, she hailed a taxi and drove away.

By the time they reached the Fu family, it was already over an hour later.

Fu Xiaoyao had no key and could only stand outside the door and knock.

"Who is it" Fu's mother's loud voice rang out inside the door.

"Mom, it's me," Fu Xiaoyao quickly replied.

"How did you come back" Fu's mother, cracking melon seeds, opened the door and peered down at her with a pair of eyes that were already starting to droop.

When she saw her empty hands, his face immediately darkened.

Fu Xiaoyao sensed that her mother was a little unhappy. Her eyes dimmed, “I came back to see you and Dad.”

"Look at us, an old married couple, and we don't even bring back anything. "

Fu Xiaoyao's smile froze on her face, she awkwardly replied, "I'm sorry, Mom. I came in a hurry this time and forgot for a moment. I'll make it up to you next time."

Actually, she doesn't have any money left to buy things.

"Next time, forget it. Anyone can write a blank check. Just give me a few thousand dollars directly." Fu's mother reached out her hand.

Fu Xiaoyao pursed her lips, "Mom, I'm out of money."

"What are you coming back for if you have no money" Fu's mother glared angrily, her voice much sharper.

She pushed Fu Xiaoyao out, "Alright, you go back. I'm busy and don't have time to entertain you."

Fu Xiaoyao was pushed and stumbled two steps, almost falling.

But she didn't have time to care about those things. Seeing Mrs. Fu was about to close the door, she hurriedly reached out and stopped it, "Mom, don't shut the door. I came back this time because I have something to ask you."

"Is something the matter" Mrs. Fu retracted her strength.

Fu Xiaoyao took her hand away from the door. "Yes, about Zixuan."

Upon hearing it was about her beloved son, Mrs. Fu's expression became serious. "You better hurry and tell me, what happened to Zixuan"

Fu Xiaoyao looked around, "Mom, let's go inside and talk. It's not good to talk here."

"You're such a bother!" Fu's mother glared at her, though reluctantly, she agreed.

Fu Xiaoyao followed Fu Mu into the house, glancing around silently as she walked. She was taking in this house where she had once lived.

The house had begun to show its age. There was a musty odor in the living room, and the floor was grimy, clearly not having been cleaned in quite some time.

Fu Xiaoyao rubbed her temples, "Mom, why don't you clean up at all If the living environment isn't clean, you'll get sick!"

"Cleaning" Madam Fu spat out a melon seed shell on the ground, her voice sharp as she said: "You say it so easily, who's going to clean My back is bad and I can't move. It wouldn't be right to get your dad and brother, two big men, to do it, would it"

"What's wrong with that Why can't Dad and Zixuan clean" Fu Xiaoyao retorted.

Mother Fu took two strides to her side, pointing at her forehead and scolding her, "You little wretch! What nonsense are you talking about Your father and brother are men, they're supposed to accomplish great things, not get involved in this sort of thing!"

Fu Xiaoyao's forehead was throbbing with pain. Even without looking in a mirror, she could feel the indentation left by the fingernail mark.

She rubbed her forehead and took two steps back, creating distance from Mrs. Fu. Then she rolled her eyes and retorted, "Doing big things Which one who does big things doesn't do housework"

She had never heard such words before.

Even Lu Hanchuan would sometimes personally tidy up his study, let alone other big figures.

Besides, she doesn't look down on her dad and Zixuan; they just aren't cut out for big things!

“Alright, alright!” Mother Fu waved her hands impatiently. “You just can’t stand a messy house, right What’s all this talk for If you have the ability, clean the house yourself! Otherwise, just hire us a maid to clean.”

"Would you like me to be your nanny" Fu Xiaoyao was taken aback by her words.

Mrs. Fu crossed her legs and sat down, "That's right, you married into the Lu family and became a rich young mistress, with nannies and maidservants waiting on you hand and foot all day long. But we, your parents, are still struggling to make ends meet. You haven't helped out at home at all, just enjoying yourself, blatantly being unfilial."

Hearing the bitterness in her words, Fu Xiaoyao was angered, her eyes turning red. “Mom, how am I unfilial When have I not helped the family Whenever you asked me for money, didn't I give it to you”

"You gave money, but what can that little amount do As the youngest mistress of the Lu family, you could give us much more, but every time you only give that twenty thousand, and you still say you helped the family"

"Is that possible" Fu Xiaoyao stomped her feet angrily, "You know what's going on with me and Lu family, don't you The Lu family's money is the Lu family's, what does it have to do with me Don't lump us together."

"That's not your fault at all," Fu's mother said dismissively, looking at her. "Who told you to be unable to hold onto a man's heart If you could capture your son-in-law's heart, would you still worry about money"

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiaoyao only felt a pang of pain in her heart and couldn't utter a word.

She also felt that she was really useless.

It's been three years, and I still haven't moved Lu Hanchuan.

And only recently did I find out that he'd always had another woman in his heart.

"Alright, put that gloomy face away. Your old mother isn't dead yet. Hurry up and clean the floor." Mother Fu tossed Fu Xiaoyao a broom.

Fu Xiaoyao smiled wryly, took off the bag from her shoulder, and began to clean up resignedly.

When he was done sweeping and put the broom away, he saw Mrs. Fu rummaging through her bag.

She frowned, "Mom, what are you doing"e words.Aunt Song trembled as she reached out and touched the large patch of scars on her lower back.The scar was very deep, a dark crimson color, and it twisted and turned. It was also bumpy and unev...