Fu Shiyan courteously made an inviting gesture, "Abbot, please."
Jiangli didn’t stand on ceremony and went straight to the back seat.
Xia Xin volunteered for the passenger seat, only to find Duan Jianchuan occupying it; someone else was driving.
After a moment’s silence, he moved to the back seat. Thankfully, the seven-seater luxury car had space enough for him.
Fu’er also floated to the back seat after him.
But once inside the car, Fu’er kept stealthily staring at Fu Shiyan.
Since the first glance when Fu’er saw Fu Shiyan getting out of the car, he felt that the man seemed familiar.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall.
Was it possible that having been dead for too long, even his memory was failing him?
Fu’er thumped his own head a few times, showing no mercy to himself.
Jiangli glanced at him, her eyes seemingly filled with the question: What’s gotten into you?
Fu’er looked away sheepishly, still occasionally stealing glances at Fu Shiyan, trying to remember where he had seen him before.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t dredge up any memories related to Fu Shiyan.
While Fu’er was earnestly wrestling with his thoughts, the car had already set in motion.
Fu Shiyan and Jiangli soon got into the swing of things, discussing the information at hand.
Jiangli confirmed the identities and relationship between Fu Yuxing and Master Mu.
Fu Shiyan said, "Then, Abbot, shall we head straight to the Fu Family residence?"
Jiangli nodded in agreement, "That’s exactly what I mean. Since we are here, let’s make it quick."
Fu Shiyan responded affirmatively and called forward, "Jianchuan."
"Got it," Duan Jianchuan told the person beside him an address.
The car then steered onto another main road.
Xia Xin asked curiously, "President Fu, you have a car here as well?"
Fu Shiyan replied with a light smile, "It was prepared by Jianchuan."
Duan Jianchuan added, "Before Third Brother decided to come over, I had already made arrangements."
Xia Xin clicked his tongue, indeed, the wealthy are different, always having everything arranged wherever they go.
The group engaged in idle chatter for a while.
The car headed directly to Fu Yi’s home.
When they arrived at Fu Yi’s place, it was 7 o’clock in the evening, the time when most families would be having dinner.
At this hour, ordinary people might still be working overtime, but for a household like Fu Yi’s, people would generally be at home.
The Fu Family house was brightly lit.
After the car stopped, Fu Shiyan made a phone call.
Jiangli guessed that it was probably to someone inside Fu Yi’s home.
It wasn’t long before the front door of Fu Yi’s house was opened.
Jiangli saw a man dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit walking out from the villa; his temples were somewhat greyed, indicating he wasn’t young, possibly around sixty, but he was still well-built.
Looking at his facial features, he seemed open-hearted, and his eyes were clear and straightforward, not the kind to have many twists in his heart.
Beyond that, as he came out, his expression was very uneasy and nervous, as though he had been startled by Fu Shiyan’s phone call.
A number of people followed him out, men and women alike, but notably void of anyone dressed as a Taoist.
"Abbot, let’s get out of the car," Fu Shiyan said in a soft voice upon seeing Fu Yi emerge.
Jiangli withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, nodded slightly, and followed behind Fu Shiyan as they stepped out of the car.
"Shiyan, so it’s really you who came..."
Upon seeing Fu Shiyan descend from the car, Fu Yi quickly walked over, his somewhat plump face flushed, uncertain whether it was from nervousness or joy, "Why didn’t you give a heads up, so I could’ve come to pick you up?"
The people behind him, hearing Fu Yi’s words, all had looks that were quite a sight, with expressions of disdain as well as fear and nervousness, as if their facial features and expressions were performing a complex drama.