yao shamelessly provoked Qi Ya, making her furious. She yelled, "Fu Xiaoyao, dare you insult me"“I didn’t curse at you, I was just stating facts. Miss Qi, do you think what I said was excessive I also...She, of course, knew what it meant to go to extremes.

Often, retaliatory extremes lead to mutual destruction.

She really didn't want the mistress to be like this.

"Rest assured, as long as you don't tell Lu Hanchuan, and don't tell anyone else, I won't cause any trouble." Fu Xiaoyao said.

Song Yi let out a long sigh, "Well, I won't say anything more. But Madam, is there truly no possibility between you and your husband"

Fu Xiaoyao shook her head, “Auntie Song, he has already forgotten me, forgotten his feelings for me, and I don’t have any feelings for him either. How could there be any possibility between two people with no feelings”

"...Aunt Song had no reply."

She believed that her wife, having endured so much pain, had no feelings left for her husband.

But sir...

She felt that her husband still had feelings for his wife, it was just because of memory loss, so her husband himself didn't realize it.

Based on the situation last night and this morning, Mr.'s attitude towards his wife wearing a Yao Ma jacket is unusual.

And Mr. was so eager to chase Qi Ya away, she also felt there was a reason for this, because the mistress had reappeared. Mr.'s feelings for his wife were slowly awakening as well.

She just couldn't bring herself to say those words. After all, the wife was filled with nothing but hatred for her husband right now. How could he possibly believe her

Let things take their course.

Thinking this way, Auntie Song smiled wryly, "Well, since you put it that way, Madam, I won't say anything more. I hope you can be happy."

"I can do it!" Fu Xiaoyao smiled and nodded.

She will be happy in the future.

Little Bao is her happiness.

Aunt Song saw her smiling so earnestly, and her heart was put at ease.

But the next second, Aunt Song thought of something again and anxiously asked, "What about the child Madam, when you had the accident, you were pregnant, is the child still alright"

"Here!" Fu Xiaoyao answered her.

Aunt Song was so excited, "Boy or girl What are you going to name them"

"The boy's nickname is Xiaobao, and his given name is Shi Jincheng." Fu XiaoYao replied one by one.

Aunt Song was so happy she almost cried, “Very good, Xiao Bao, Jincheng, both the given name and courtesy name sound nice.”

"My given name was chosen by me, and my formal name was chosen by my maternal grandfather."

"Where is the child now"

"At my apartment, if Auntie Song wants to see me, I'll give you the address. Next time, you come over secretly and don't let Lu Hchuan know." Fu Xiaoyao reminded.

Aunt Song's smile froze for a moment, "Madam doesn't intend to let Xiao Bao return to the Lu family"

"No, Xiaobao is the child of the Lu family. I have never denied it, and I will also let Xiaobao recognize his ancestors, but not now. After I avenge myself, I will take Xiaobao back to the old house and tell Lu Hanzhen that Xiaobao is his child." Fu Xiaoyao explained.

"That's good, that's good. Then I'll go see Xiaobao next time." Auntie Song breathed a sigh of relief. "I was really afraid Mrs. wouldn't let Xiaobao recognize his family. By the way, Mrs., do you have any pictures of the child"

"Yes," Fu Xiaoyao took out her phone and showed her Xiao Bao's picture.

Aunt Song saw the photo of Xiao Bao and her heart melted, "Oh my, this child is so adorable, Mrs. please tell me some things about Xiao Bao."

"Okay." Fu Xiaoyao agreed.

After that, she told Aunt Song many stories about Xiao Bao's growth, telling all she could remember.

But Xiaobao had a congenital deficiency, she didn't say that she had autism.

She didn't want to constantly talk about Xiaobao's situation because every time she mentioned it, her heart would ache. So, she chose to remain silent.

Time flies, and before I know it, it's lunchtime.

Fu Xiaoyao took a sip of water, moistened her throat, and then prepared to say goodbye and leave.

But just as she was about to speak, the sound of a car engine came from outside.

Aunt Song stood up in surprise, "It's the master who is back, I'll go open the door."

As soon as she finished speaking, she dashed quickly towards the Xuanmen.

In a little while, Fu Xiaoyao heard two sets of footsteps. She looked up and saw Lu Hanchuan's tall figure walking over. Song Yi followed behind him, holding his coat.

"You're back." Fu Xiaoyao also stood up, smiling and greeting Lu Hchuan.

Lu Hanchuan's eyes trembled slightly as he looked at her, without saying a word.

Fu Xiaoyao tilted her head, "What's wrong Is there something on my face"

Lu Hanchuan lowered his eyelids, "It's nothing."

Her just-said "You're back" with a smile, made him momentarily dazed. Vaguely, it seemed as if there was once a woman who, upon his return each time, smiled and said those words to him.

"Since nothing's wrong, why are you staring at me" Fu Xiaoyao glared at him coquettishly.

Lu Hanchuan didn't speak. He sat down opposite her, looking at the rather strange tea table in front of him, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "What's with this tea table"

"It was still Qi Ya. When she saw Miss Shi, she spoke rudely to her and even wanted to hit her. As a result, she didn't look at her feet and tripped over the tea table, falling down. After getting up, she took it out on the tea table and kicked it over." Aunt Song said with a straight face.

Fu Xiaoyao covered her mouth, hiding the corners of her lips that wanted to curl up, and said nothing.

I really didn't expect Song Yi to be even more outspoken than her.

"She hit you" Lü Hanchuan's face immediately darkened when he heard Aunt Song say that Qi Ya wanted to hit someone.

Fu Xiaoyao waved her hand. "She didn't hit me, the tea table took revenge for me."

As she spoke, she winked at Song Yi.

Aunt Song also smiled at her.

The two understood each other implicitly and kept their accomplishments and fame hidden.

Lu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, a hint of coldness in them, "Where is she"

"I've already had her sent out." Aunt Song said.

Lu Hanchuan's face improved slightly. "If she comes back, don't let her in."

"Rest assured, sir, you can keep Miss Shi company while I prepare lunch in the kitchen," Aunt Song said as she walked toward the kitchen.

Only Fu Xiaoyao and Lu Hanchuan were left in the living room.

Fu Xiaoyao propped her forehead, her eyes scanning Lu Hanchuan. She noticed the wrinkles on his shirt and couldn't help but inquire, "Hanchuan, did you get into a fight with someone"

Hearing this, Lu Hánchuan's lips twitched, "No."

"What about your shirt" Fu Xiaoyao pointed to the crumpled part of his shirt.

From her perspective as a fashion researcher, that wrinkle wasn't natural; it was made by someone grabbing at the fabric.

As expected, she guessed it right.

Lu Hanchuan's face was cold, and he replied in a deep voice, "I was caught by someone."

"What on earth happened How did he get caught" Fu Xiaoyao was very interested in finding out the answer.

Lu Hanchuan didn't intend to hide it from her. He briefly explained the situation, "Qi Ya's creditors surrounded the company, when I went to deal with it, I was caught off guard and grabbed by one of them."

There's no need to hide this. Lately, many media outlets have been focusing on Qi Ya and, by extension, Lu Shi as well.

There were so many people gathered downstairs at Lu's residence. When he went to handle it, those media outlets would definitely have taken pictures of him. Even if he didn't say anything, she could know by watching the news.

"Are you alright Did that person catch your flesh" Fu Xiaoyao asked with concern.

Lǔ Hánchuan's heart warmed. "No."

"Then I can rest assured." Fu Xiaoyao patted her chest.

Lu Hanchuan gazed at her with deep, unfathomable eyes. "You're worried about me"

"Of course, I care about you. You're my friend," Fu Xiaoyao replied with a smile.

Lu Hanchuan lowered his eyelids, "Friend..."

"Is something wrong Aren't we friends" Fu Xiaoyao tilted her head.

Lu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips, just about to reply, when a childish yet domineering voice came from behind him, "Who are you"d out a flash drive. "Auntie Song, do you have a computer"Aunt Song quickly responded, "Yes, yes, I'll get it."As he spoke, he ran upstairs.In a short while, she came down with a laptop in her arms, b...