Once, Wan Ren had said the same thing, "Even if she’s dead, it’s what your mother deserves..."
Back then, he thought Wan Ren was simply bitter because their mother had run away, harboring resentment and uttering curses.
He never expected that perhaps Wan Ren had inadvertently revealed the truth to him.
Looking at the frenzied Wan Ren, Wan Jiayuan had nothing to say.
After standing there for a moment, he turned and left.
Wang Jiahui snapped out of her shock and hurriedly chased after him.
After Jiangli and Xia Xin had finished their meal, Chen Tianxu did two hours of homework in the villa, and upon learning that Jiangli had something to do that evening, Chen Tianxu obediently left.
Meanwhile, Jiangli was preparing to invite Fu Shiyan for dinner.
Fu Shiyan wasn’t idle either.
At one o’clock today, Fu Lang returned to F City.
Fu Shiyan personally went to the airport to pick him up.
When Fu Lang emerged from the corridor and saw Fu Shiyan, he waved at him.
Fu Lang, in his work clothes and tall and erect figure, didn’t look like an aging man but rather exuded a sense of dignity and authority.
Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan, who had accompanied him, greeted Fu Lang first: "Uncle Fu."
Seeing the polite younger generation, Fu Lang’s iron-like face softened with a smile, "Thank you for taking the trouble to come and pick me up."
Wen Zishu sycophantically replied, "It’s no trouble at all, Uncle Fu, you’re making too much of it. It’s our duty to come pick you up when you rarely return."
Duan Jianchuan secretly rolled his eyes at Wen Zishu.
"The car is waiting outside, let’s go home," Fu Shiyan said at that moment.
Fu Lang looked at him and patted his shoulder, "Good lad, you’re even taller than me now. The last time I saw you was five years ago, right, Shiyan?"
Fu Shiyan smiled faintly, "Five years ago, I was already twenty-four. I haven’t grown since then, Uncle."
"Is that so?" Fu Lang scrutinized him, "I always feel like you’ve grown taller and filled out more. Are you settling down in the country this time? No more going abroad?"
Fu Shiyan nodded, "Yes, I’m not going abroad anymore."
Wen Zishu smirked suggestively, "That’s right, our third brother now has someone he cares about. How can he just go abroad whenever? Isn’t that so, third brother?"
Fu Shiyan glanced at him lightly but didn’t deny it.
Fu Lang’s spirits lifted as he walked out with them, asking, "That girl called Jiangli? I heard she has some kind of supernatural powers? Is that true?"
Fu Shiyan and the others had yet to speak.
Fu Lang continued, "Your uncle described her in such detail, she seems like a real master. I’m eager to meet this girl."
Fu Lang, having spent many years in the military and encountered all kinds of strange phenomena, had dealings with Director Xu among others.
He maintained an open mind about these matters, neither superstitious nor dismissive.
Fu Shiyan said, "I’ve arranged for us to have dinner together tonight."
"You arranged it so quickly?" Fu Lang looked at Fu Shiyan in surprise, teasing him, "It seems our Shiyan really likes this girl, so eager to have me meet her."
Wen Zishu laughed along.
Both Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan knew that since the death of Fu Shiyan’s parents, only Fu Lang had a good relationship with Fu Shiyan within the Fu Family.
Fu Lang treated Fu Shiyan as his own child, but due to his position, he couldn’t leave the country.
It was only occasionally that Fu Shiyan would return to the country to see Fu Lang.
They usually kept in touch via phone or video calls.
But the uncle and nephew maintained a very good relationship.
Fu Shiyan’s eagerness to introduce Jiangli to Fu Lang was seen by others as an attempt to secure the Fu Family’s approval for Jiangli, to solidify their relationship.
Seeing the meaningful looks from everyone, Fu Shiyan chuckled, "Let’s get in the car first."
Fu Lang nodded happily, becoming even more eager to meet Jiangli.