's hand, "We've soaked for too long, let's go back and have a look.""Fine." Su Han didn't want to deal with her anymore.Two people stood up, two men's eyes gleamed, greedily staring at the two of them...Indeed, softness of heart is a fatal weakness for human beings. 。

If there are no weaknesses, there are no handles to be grasped. 。But how many people truly have no weaknesses 。The Night Owl's weakness is Lin Jinran, and Fu Shaoqing's weakness is his mother, He Shumei. 。Formerly, Fu Shaoqing didn't think he cared much about his mother. His mother always taught him to fight for power and position, arranging a path for him that he didn't want to take. 。

He had respect for his mother, but it was mixed with a touch of boredom. 。If possible, he'd rather stay invisible, so as not to say anything he doesn't want to hear and upset him. 。But all of that changed quietly after Mother fell ill. 。He Shumei suffered a miscarriage half a year ago. She caught a cold and weakened her body. She has been recuperating and taking medicine, but she hasn't seen any improvement. She is still sickly and hasn't fully recovered. 。In addition, Fu Shaoqing took control of the Fu Group, and Fu Mo'han disappeared. He Shu Mei seemed to have achieved her goal and no longer mentioned vying for power. 。

When meeting Fu Shaoqing, they talked about some family matters, easing the tension between mother and son. 。

Every week, Fu Shaoqing would take time out of his schedule to go home and spend time with his mother, chatting about everyday life. Today was no exception. 。

After finishing up business at the company in the afternoon, Fu Shaoqing returned home. It was the housekeeper who opened the door for him and informed him that He Shumei had just finished taking her medicine and was sunbathing in the backyard. 。Ye Xiao required Fu Shaoqing to collect information about the Fu family. 。

Company employees' information, Fu Shaoqing silently collected and organized it well. But the information of family members, especially some people, he still needs some time for now. 。This included his mother, He Shumei's housekeeper. 。 。Since he was young, he has been by his mother's side, and to this day, he remains utterly loyal to Fu Jiazhong. 。

After more than twenty years, the once energetic middle-aged man has turned into a white-haired old man. The only thing that remains unchanged is his kind eyes. 。Fu Shaoqing nodded in agreement and then strode toward the back garden. 。The setting sun, slowly sinking westward. 。The last warmth, sprinkled across the earth, was unlike the chill of dawn or the heat of noon. It was just right, yet with a hint of melancholy loss. 。Fu Shaoqing saw He Shumei lying in the rocking chair from afar, her eyes slightly closed, as if resting. 。He slowed his pace and walked over. 。As I was halfway there, I heard He Shumei's weak voice, "I'll be waiting here." 。Fu Shaoqing remained silent, walking before He Shumei. His dark eyes rested on his mother's face. 。He remembered his mother always paid attention to her beauty, even when she was sick at first. But as time went on, she became tired and gradually stopped using makeup. 。Now, his face is pale. Even the warm light of the setting sun can't conceal his sickly complexion. It's a far cry from his former vibrancy. 。

It seemed as if there was no response. He Shumei slowly opened her eyelids and looked up to see Fu Shaoqing standing in front of her. After a moment of surprise, her face couldn't help but bloom with joy, "Shaoqing, you're here" 。"

Mom " 。Fu Shaoqing responded with a sound, his heart slightly sour. 。He Shumei raised her hand, grabbed Fu Shaoqing's sleeve, and arranged, "Sit down, accompany Mom and watch the sun." 。"Good" 。Fu Shaoqing obediently sat down in the chair beside him. 。

It seemed that because of his arrival, He Shumei's complexion improved a bit. She inquired about some things related to his company. 。Fu Shaoting answered one by one, his dark eyes inadvertently catching sight of the housekeeper who was talking to a female servant not far away. 。He paused for a moment and asked, "Mom, do you know what the butler was doing before he came to our house"

He Shumei's face tightened. "Why are you asking this"ips, "You really want to send me to prison" 。Gu Chen was almost pressed against Hou Shao's face, his nostrils filled with Hou Shao's breath, like addictive opium. "What do you say""Gu Chen, we've alre...