When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

An Jiaren came here to reveal her identity, and now that Fu Jinyun has recognized her, she is not afraid at all.

On the contrary, she was happy because someone recognized her.

“Uncle Fu, I’m Jiaren, Leng Jiaren.”

Fu Jinyun was stunned and looked her up and down in disbelief.

The person in front of me and the youngest daughter of the Leng family...

He hadn't seen them for over twenty years. He remembered them, but as he got older, his memory declined, and the people in his mind became blurry, though he could still make out their general outlines.

Isn't she Xiaoyue's mother? Isn't she Mrs. An?

"How could this be?" Fu Jinyun couldn't understand.

"For various reasons, I went to live in Jincheng City and became a high school teacher."

Fu Jinyun nodded knowingly, "Then you and the Leng family..."

He didn't finish his sentence because he didn't want to make things difficult for Leng Jiaren as an elder.

“I haven’t been in contact with them for many years.”

An Jiaren's tone was tinged with a faint sadness; she thought that talking about the Leng family wouldn't make her sad.

"Uncle Fu, I came to see you today while the two children are not home. First, I want to thank you for letting me stay in the best place in Fu Garden to recuperate; second, I want to ask you to pretend that you don't know me."

Fu Jinyun understood why she always felt that Xiaoyue was polite and pleasant to be around.

With a mother as kind and warm-hearted as Jiaren, the child is bound to be exceptional.

However, it's a bit difficult to pretend you don't know them.

"That can't be kept secret. You used to come and keep Susie and Sheng Yang company often. Most of the old folks in Fu Garden remember you."

"Also, Wan Tang comes back occasionally, so you'll run into her sooner or later."

An Jiaren said mysteriously, "Uncle Fu, as long as you pretend you don't know me, then no one will know me either."

As for Fu Wantang, she still has some sense and won't shoot herself in the foot by spreading rumors that Leng Jiaren is in Fu Garden.

"Alright, this old man will play along with your act, since I'm bored anyway."

An Jiaren imitated the old-fashioned fist and clasped hands salute, sitting in her wheelchair and bowing to Fu Jinyun, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Fu."

This action brought back memories, making Fu Jinyun laugh heartily, "You're just as old-fashioned and conservative as your father."

"That's just how he is. After his mother passed away, there was nothing anyone could do about him. He's such a stubborn old man."

When the topic of Leng Shide came up, both of them fell silent.

Fu Jinyun stared at the clouds in the sky for a long while before speaking softly, "Sigh... We haven't seen each other for so many years. A while ago, I heard Mianzhi say..."

Fu Jinyun, knowing that she hadn't lived in Beijing for many years and was unfamiliar with the city, introduced her, "Mianzhi is Wantang's husband, and he also works at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"What he was implying was that your second brother was going to be transferred back because your father was getting old."

"Hmm." An Jiaren's face remained expressionless, but her heart was already pounding.

She left the Leng family on her own; she was too ashamed to face anyone from the Leng family again.

Both the eldest brother, Leng Yushan, and the second brother, Leng Shize, are outstanding children of the Leng family.

Fortunately, she was only an adopted daughter of the Leng family and did not bleed into the Leng family.

Even if she's mediocre, outsiders can't bring themselves to criticize her ancestors.

Fu Jinyun understood the complex emotions in her eyes. "Don't you want to see him? Your father is much older than this old man."

Jiaren is Leng Shide's beloved daughter. Any misunderstandings have been going on for decades. She should be able to let it go by now.

An Jiaren shook her head, her tone firm, "No, I'll go after I've recovered from my illness, so he won't have to worry about me at his age."

She found an excuse to end the conversation.

Fu Jinyun had no idea what had happened to the Leng family. Their youngest daughter had been out of contact for so many years, yet Leng Shide hadn't made a single move.

Every family has its own troubles, and he didn't want to pry too much, so he could only comfort An Jiaren.

"Now that you've moved in and Xiaoyue is here, you two should spend quality time together. Good health and being together as a family are the most important things."

"Yes." Being with Xiaoyue was something she wanted to do for the rest of her life. "Thank you, Uncle Fu."

"Then shall I still call you Jiaren?"

"I changed my name to An Jiaren, the 'Jiaren' of 'talented scholar and beautiful woman'."

She changed her name; her husband's surname isn't An anymore?

Xiaoyue said that it was just her and her mother at home.

Fu Jinyun was even more puzzled, but she smiled and agreed without asking the question.

An Jiaren had told Fu Jinyun beforehand, so she went to see him with An Xiaoyue without any pressure. They pretended to be meeting for the first time, exchanging pleasantries and chatting for a long time.

Fu Shengyang didn't come home for dinner, so the three of them ate and chatted, creating a wonderful atmosphere.

My mother's condition is getting better and better, and she is getting along well with Grandpa Fu.

An Xiaoyue was in a good mood and was humming a melody she had made up on the spot as she prepared to take a shower.

She messaged Fu Shengyang, "I'm going to take a shower, are you available for a video call?"

Several minutes passed, but Fu Shengyang still hadn't replied to her message.

An Xiaoyue was sitting on the sofa waiting and was even thinking of grabbing a book to read. Just as she reached out to grab the book, the video call rang.

An Xiaoyue sighed helplessly and obediently clicked the green button.

Fu Shengyang's expressionless face appeared on the phone screen, while the other end was filled with the sounds of people talking.

The two were suddenly face to face, separated by a phone screen, and An Xiaoyue was so embarrassed that she gripped her shoes tightly with her toes.

She wanted to say something to ease the awkwardness between them, but she had nothing to say to Fu Shengyang.

I simply set up my phone, pointed it at the bathroom door, and got up to take a shower.

Fu Shengyang remembered clearly that she needed someone to watch her while she showered.

Even when he wasn't home, he came up with this way of monitoring things via video.

What sounded somewhat suggestive was handled with such formality by her and Fu Shengyang, like clocking in for work—too rigidly formal.

Fu Shengyang was worried that she might faint in the bathroom while taking a shower and no one would notice.

As the year draws to a close, there are more and more cocktail parties and business events.

Fu Shengyang shrunk the video frame, held his phone in his hand, and prepared to return to the banquet hall.

"Hey, Young Master Fu, who are you calling from here?"

A mocking voice drifted from behind, followed by a long arm draped over Fu Shengyang's shoulder.

Fu Shengyang rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Ji Yubai didn't take Fu Shengyang's indifference seriously at all; after all, this guy just liked to put on airs.

"Brother Sheng Yang~"

The word "brother" was given a little tail at the end, and the tone was drawn out, making it sound sticky and coquettish.

The sound coming from a man's mouth was so disgusting that even the owner of the name would find it repulsive.

Fu Shengyang shrugged, giving Ji Yubai a warning look, "Don't you want your hand anymore?"

Ji Yubai had no doubt about Fu Shengyang's execution ability; useless things were discarded to avoid taking up space.

"Yes, yes, yes! How can I start from scratch without hands? You'll support me!"

Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow. "You think you can live off a woman?"

“Brother Yang, why don’t you invest? I’m sure I’ll make money. I don’t live off women, but I can make a living off them.”

Ji Yubai chased after Fu Shengyang toward the banquet hall, waving his fists and fawningly massaging Fu Shengyang's shoulders, arguing his case endlessly.

Before he could finish speaking, Ruan Jingyi twisted around like a snake.

"It's practically twisted into a pretzel!!" Ji Yubai spat. "Can't you change your taste? It's disgusting."

"Killing three birds with one stone, why would I trade it!"

"I don't understand what you're saying, but Brother Yang, you really can invest in me. I definitely won't lose money."

Before Fu Shengyang could answer, Ruan Jingyi had already turned to face him.

She nodded slightly to Ji Yubai and called out softly, "Young Master Ji."

Ji Yubai didn't even glance at her, patted Fu Shengyang on the shoulder, and advised him like a good brother.

"Brother, you can't rush into treatment when you're sick. If your eyes aren't working well, go see an ophthalmologist."

Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued: "Aren't you going to talk about your sure-fire money-making projects?"

Ji Yubai ran back like a sycophant, presenting a glass of champagne with both hands, "President Fu, this way please."

Ruan Jingyi stared at the two figures as they left, gritting her teeth in anger and stomping her feet.

With New Year's Day just around the corner, she still hasn't taken a photo with Sheng Yang.

But the other party is Young Master Ji, the heir of Star Cube, who has plenty of ways to make people obey.

She didn't dare to force her way in.

StarCube has produced so many award-winning actors and actresses, and top idols. They are experts at playing the traffic and media game.

Aside from business tycoons like Sheng Yang, no one dares to disrespect Young Master Ji.

Offending Ji Yubai will do her no good.