Wen Yang’s phone rang at that moment—it was the ride-hailing driver. She picked up the call, and the driver said, “There’s a traffic jam where you are. I can’t turn in. Do you want to walk over the overpass?”
Wen Yang glanced ahead. The pedestrian bridge was still a bit of a walk away. She looked at the traffic—it was a little congested, but not to the point of being impassable. She said, “Sir, it’s not convenient for me to walk over. Just drive slowly, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait here for you.”
“It’s already jammed! Do you even know how bad the traffic lights ahead are? I’m not coming over. Either you cross the bridge yourself, or forget it,” the driver responded, his tone growing impatient.
Wen Yang felt uncomfortable hearing that.
She silently protested—why should she have to? She was even willing to wait.
Fu Xingzhou glanced at her briefly, his voice calm and crisp. “Tell him not to come. Where are you headed?”
Still on the phone, Wen Yang looked up at Fu Xingzhou, who was watching her.
Just as she was about to reply, the driver abruptly hung up after throwing in a curt, “Just cancel the order.”
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Wen Yang looked up.
His expression remained calm, his features refined and noble, yet he always extended a helping hand to her.
Jiang Yue immediately opened the car door with a smile. “Let’s go. Yage Community, right? We happen to be heading back to the old house, and it’s on the way.”
Wen Yang blinked.
She didn’t doubt Jiang Yue’s words. Seeing that no drivers had accepted her order yet and knowing her parents would worry if she was delayed, she lifted her gaze and said, “President Fu, Secretary Jiang, sorry to trouble you again.”
“No need to be so polite.”
Jiang Yue held the car door open for her.
Fu Xingzhou had already gotten in, and Wen Yang once again sat beside him.
The car started, heading toward Yage Community.
The hotel wasn’t far from Yage, about four traffic lights away. Since they were heading to the right, there was no traffic jam.
When they arrived at the entrance of Yage Community, Wen Yang held her elegant shopping bag and called out, “President Fu.”
Fu Xingzhou happened to be looking at her, and under the warm lights, their eyes met. Wen Yang blinked and smiled. “Thank you. I feel like I’m always saying thank you, but really—thank you.”
Her words were a bit tangled.
Under the warm-toned lights, Fu Xingzhou gazed at her.
Her delicate features were clear and striking, her eyes as pure as water—harmless and gentle. His voice was cool and pleasant, “No need to be so formal. Get out of the car carefully.”
“Okay.” Wen Yang’s lips curved into a smile.
She opened the door and stepped out, then hesitated for a moment before leaning back in slightly, bending toward Jiang Yue. “Secretary Jiang, thanks.”
Then she turned to Fu Xingzhou again. “President Fu, thank you.”
Fu Xingzhou looked at her.
For a moment, he didn’t respond, only giving a small nod. Wen Yang nodded back, straightened up, and carried her bag toward the community.
Fu Xingzhou watched her figure disappear into the distance, not immediately shifting his gaze away.
Jiang Yue had been about to start the car but glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror.
After a few seconds, Fu Xingzhou finally withdrew his gaze, and the window slowly rolled up.
He closed his eyes.
Lost in thought.
Jiang Yue, however, had noticed something different in that moment. President Fu rarely went out of his way to help others, and while it could be out of sympathy for Miss Wen,
This sympathy had lasted quite a while, and just now… he seemed to have looked at Miss Wen for a little too long.
The black sedan started.
It drove toward the old house, making a turn at the upcoming intersection. Yage Community was on the western side of the city center, while the old house was in the eastern part of the city, in the suburbs.
Upon arriving, they passed through the entrance. The house was brightly lit.
The car came to a stop.
Fu Xingzhou stepped up the stairs and entered.
Inside, the old lady sat on a mahogany sofa, wearing reading glasses while scrolling through her phone. The housekeeper leaned in and said softly, “Young Master Zhou is back.”
The old lady looked up.
Fu Xingzhou rolled up his sleeves and sat beside her. “Grandma, what are you looking at?”
“The news. There’s another report about your mother.” The old lady held up her phone for him to see.
Fu Xingzhou glanced down. It was an article about Qiu Pei, who was engaged in a fierce bidding war to acquire a luxury brand in the U.S.
His voice remained crisp and calm. “There’s news about her every day. Haven’t you gotten used to it by now?”
The old lady stared at her phone and said, “I can see the news but not the person. What’s the use of that?”
Fu Xingzhou chuckled.
He took the glass of milk from the housekeeper and handed it to the old lady. A straw was inserted for easy drinking. As she sipped, she asked, “Did the Yan family go to Hong Kong for business?”
“They did. Smelled the flowers in Nancheng and insisted on coming down with me.”
“Then take him around when you have time.”
“No time. I have several meetings tomorrow. He can go by himself.”
The old lady sighed. “Alright, I know you’re busy.”
The grandmother and grandson chatted for a while before Fu Xingzhou unbuttoned his cuffs and went back to his room to rest.
As he stepped onto the stairs and disappeared from sight, the housekeeper quietly said to the old lady, “Madam, you shouldn’t keep urging Young Master Zhou. If you don’t push him, he might come back more often.”
“If I don’t push him, he won’t move. That last marriage ended so badly. If I had chosen for him, this wouldn’t have happened.”
The housekeeper sighed. “Maybe Young Master Zhou has his own thoughts.”
The old lady snorted. “His thoughts? Just work and no life. What’s the point?”
The housekeeper fell silent.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, Fu Xingzhou came out of the shower, his body still damp, drying his hair. Facing the large floor-to-ceiling window, he glanced at the laptop and phone on the desk. Casually rubbing his hair, he picked up his phone, opened his social feed, and paused on the second post.
Wen Yang—
She had posted a picture of a family of three.
She was making a “V” sign at the camera, looking lively and beautiful.
His gaze lingered on the photo for a moment.
Wen Yang hurried back to the hotel with the clothes she had picked up. The traffic at the intersection had cleared, and the ride-share car arrived smoothly at the hotel entrance. She carried her bag upstairs and opened the suite door.
In the living room, Wen Li was reading the newspaper while Zhu Yun was folding clothes.
A familiar and heartwarming scene.
It felt like she had returned to high school.
Back then, she commuted home, taking three bus stops. Every time she opened the door, she would see this scene—sometimes, her father would be sent to the balcony by her mother to hang the laundry.
During the painful months after her marriage fell apart, this warm family atmosphere had been shattered by negative emotions. It even made her question whether true, lasting love existed in this world.
Was she right or wrong to believe in love?
Now, seeing this scene again—the quiet yet enduring love between her parents—Wen Yang’s heart slowly warmed once more.
“Why are you standing at the door in a daze? Did you get the clothes?” Zhu Yun turned around and asked.
Wen Yang snapped out of it, smiled, and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Lifting a delicate shopping bag, she said, “Got them.”
“Did you and Dad shower already?”
Zhu Yun said, “Otherwise, should we have waited for you?”
Wen Yang grinned playfully. “Then I’ll go shower too.”
She carried the bag into the bathroom. Wen Li, knowing the mother and daughter would have their bonding time, put down his book and headed to the guest room.
Wen Yang quickly finished her shower and walked out in her nightgown. Zhu Yun unplugged the hairdryer and held it in her hand. Wen Yang naturally sat in front of her, and Zhu Yun turned on the hairdryer, gently blowing her daughter’s hair.
Wen Yang asked, “Where’s Dad? Hiding in the room reading again?”
“That’s his only hobby. Even when traveling, he brings books.”
Wen Yang laughed. “Didn’t I say before that Dad might become a bookworm?”
Zhu Yun ruffled her hair and said, “Is there anything about your dad you haven’t teased?”
Wen Yang blinked and chuckled.
She had indeed been rebellious before. There were times when she found her father annoying, especially when Zhu Yun disciplined her. Back then, she had wished her father would intervene, thinking he would be less strict.
But although Wen Li never scolded her, he was always generous with money. The amount she couldn’t get from Zhu Yun, she could easily get twice as much from Wen Li.
Some fathers show their love silently, like the rain nourishing the earth.
As Zhu Yun dried Wen Yang’s soft hair, the strands slipped through her fingers. She knew her daughter’s strengths and beauty better than anyone.
She just hadn’t expected that Wen Yang’s first major setback in life would be this failed marriage.
She gazed at the swirl of hair on Wen Yang’s head.
She wanted to ask—
Did she know that Cheng Yanyu was already with that woman, Li?
But in the end, she held back. As a mother, she had been furious upon hearing the news. She could only imagine how much more painful it would be for Wen Yang.
Zhu Yun clenched her teeth and swallowed her words. She decided not to say anything.
“You and Yu Qing started a studio together?”
Wen Yang nodded. “Yeah. How did you know? I was planning to surprise you tomorrow.”
“Yu Qing mentioned it at dinner with your dad just now.”
Wen Yang sighed. “Alright, I’ll take you guys to see it tomorrow.”
“Do you like design?” Zhu Yun asked.
Wen Yang thought for a moment.
The first image that popped into her mind was the completed design of Fu Xingzhou’s apartment.
She said, “I really like it.”
“That’s good. Doing what you love doubles your chances of success.”
Wen Yang smiled. “Mm.”
The next day.
The flowers in Nancheng were fragrant.
Nancheng was always like this—flowers blooming year-round, filling the air with their scent.
Fu Xingzhou sat in his car when he received a call from Yan Xing, who had gone hiking early in the morning.
“This city is amazing. I can’t believe you stay cooped up in fast-paced Hong Kong all year round.”
Fu Xingzhou replied indifferently, “You can move here. I don’t mind.”
Yan Xing stepped up the mountain trail and said, “My family isn’t here.”
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow.
The black sedan arrived at Qingzhou Tower. Fu Xingzhou casually said, “I’m hanging up,” and ended the call before stepping out of the car. He went straight to the top floor, pushed open the office door, and Jiang Yue led a group of people inside.
They were all executives from subsidiary companies.
The moment they entered, one of them said, “President Fu, the acquisition of Lineng Electromechanical is still in progress. We’ve reevaluated and found the price to be too high. Their internal management is chaotic. I believe now is not the best time to proceed with the acquisition—we should wait a little longer before making a move.”
Fu Xingzhou glanced at the document and said, “The results will be out in no more than a month. No need to wait.”
The executive took the document, steadied himself, and nodded. “Understood, President Fu.”
If the boss wanted to acquire it, then they would acquire it. His judgment had always been sharp, on par with that of his cousin.
The executive turned to leave, making way for the next person.
At 9:30, a meeting was held, wrapping up by 10:30. When Fu Xingzhou returned to his office, everything still looked as pristine as if it were barely used. Sitting at his desk, he began reviewing documents.
Jiang Yue entered carrying another stack of files and placed them on the desk.
Fu Xingzhou casually handed over the document he was holding and said, “Restart the investment in Kangyuan.”
Jiang Yue took a look—it was a previously scrapped investment project related to camera components.
Kangyuan had originally specialized in lenses. Their products were decent but not outstanding. At first, they collaborated with a major brand, but within a year, they were pushed out by a competitor.
Last year, Kangyuan’s founder approached Fu Xingzhou for investment, claiming he wanted to create an all-in-one camera. His pitch was lofty and unrealistic, failing to impress President Fu, who declined the proposal.
And now, Fu Xingzhou was personally revisiting the investment.
Jiang Yue studied the document and couldn’t help but make connections.
He looked at Fu Xingzhou and finally asked the question he had been meaning to ask since last night.
“President Fu, do you have feelings for Miss Wen?”
Fu Xingzhou was flipping through another document. Hearing the question, he responded with a simple “Mm.”
A casual reply—
Yet it surprised Jiang Yue.
This was the first time Fu Xingzhou had ever admitted to having feelings for a woman.
Jiang Yue glanced at the file and immediately said, “I’ll take care of it right away.”
Sansukini: Guess who likes to take pictures? Uhuh… On another note, our FL really has it easier than most divorcee. Her ex-husband offered a big alimony, she was able to start a business with her bff quite rapidly, instant clients, and she has a wonderful support system in her parents and bff, plus she’s gonna be pursued by someone too.
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