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

Fu Wantang moved back to Fu Garden.

Fu Jinyun's tense face relaxed slightly.

These days, An Jiaren comes to Songtao Garden almost every day to spend an hour or two with him. It feels good to have someone to talk to.

However, An Jiaren is not his daughter after all, and cannot be compared to his biological daughter.

If Wan Tang moves back to Fu Garden, this house will be even more lively.

With the Spring Festival just around the corner, Wan Tang had just gotten divorced, Jiang Mianzhi had returned to his rural hometown, and their son Jiang Kai had gone to prison.

She was lonely with only Ruan Jingyi by her side.

It's good for everyone if Wan Tang moves back.

Fu Jinyun was pleased and parted her lips slightly, about to speak.

"I disagree," Fu Shengyang interrupted coldly.

Fu Wantang sat on the sofa, watching Fu Shengyang with a leisurely air. Fu Shengyang's opposition was within her expectations.

“Sheng Yang, she’s your aunt, please have pity on her and let her move back in,” Jiang Mianzhi pleaded. “I repeatedly emphasized to her that I am an official and the Fu family is a businessman, so we should avoid suspicion.”

"It's all my fault. Wan Tang wasn't used to living alone outside. Moving back here means we're all family, we can take care of each other, and we can eat better."

Fu Shengyang remained unmoved, his handsome face terribly grim.

The scene fell silent for a moment, eeriness emanating from it.

Fu Jinyun said, "Mianzhi is right. When your aunt comes back, I'll have someone to keep me company."

Of the other three people in the family, who hasn't spent time with him?

Grandpa didn't know what Fu Wantang was up to, but he knew it very well.

Fu Shengyang was slightly angry. He clenched his fist and asked in a deep voice,

"Who said that the three of them weren't allowed to come to Fu Garden before Lucky was born? How long has it been, and they've come several times already? Are you going back on your word?"

He had said something like that before, but why is his grandson so disregarding his feelings?

Fu Jinyun's old face burned with embarrassment. He had shot himself in the foot and was speechless.

Jiang Mianzhi pleaded earnestly, "Sheng Yang, it was because of Jiang Kai back then, and now Jiang Kai is in jail too. What can your aunt, a woman who can't even kill a chicken, do?"

Fu Shengyang couldn't help but let out a soft sneer.

Jiang Mianzhi felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing his sarcasm and being intimidated by his powerful and imposing aura.

But this was the last thing he could do for Wan Tang, he continued.

"She just gets facials and massages every day and buys some luxury goods; she has the money for that. Her going back to the Fu family home won't pose a danger to anyone."

Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and retorted, "Mr. Jiang, if you're so worried about your wife, why don't you stay in Beijing to take care of her?"

Jiang Mianzhi felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and he was so uncomfortable that he didn't know how to respond to Fu Shengyang.

Should we let him stay in Beijing and be ridiculed by everyone?

Within the Beijing municipal system, being able to settle down safely and enjoy a peaceful retirement is also a skill in itself.

Many officials in Beijing have fallen from grace, but Jiang Mianzhi is the first to be implicated in his son's crimes.

Among his peers, countless people use him as a negative example to educate their children.

He was too ashamed and didn't have the mental fortitude to stay in Beijing.

Jiang Mianzhi felt guilty, lowered his head to drink his tea, and backed down.

Fu Jinyun still hoped his daughter would come back, and as the head of the family, he made the decision directly.

“Sheng Yang, your aunt is my only daughter. When she comes back, she will stay at my Songtao Garden. I will take care of her.”

Fu Shengyang remained silent, his disappointment deepening. After a moment of silence, he said, "Fine."

An Xiaoyue quietly took his hand, interlaced her fingers, held it tightly, and shook it.

Fu Shengyang turned his head, and their eyes met.

He smiled calmly at Xiaoyue's determined gaze.

Fu Jinyun was pleased, "That's right, we're all family."

Fu Shengyang then changed the subject, his deep gaze fixed on Fu Jinyun, "Xiaoyue and I are moving to a villa in the city."

Fu Wantang raised her chin, looking down at her defeated opponent, Fu Shengyang, with the air of a victor.

What a spineless coward, just like his useless father, he only knows how to run away when faced with trouble.

"How dare you!" Fu Jinyun's face was tense, and her voice suddenly rose. "Why do you dislike your aunt so much?"

Fu Shengyang pressed his lips into a straight line, trying his best to suppress the urge to tell the truth.

"Speak!" Fu Jinyun's eyes reddened with anger. "You're all grown up now, aren't you? You don't listen to me anymore, do you?"

Fu Shengyang remained silent, only holding Xiaoyue's hand tightly.

“Uncle Fu.” An Jiaren’s voice came from the doorway.

She suddenly barged in with Xiao Gao, and the tense atmosphere in the room instantly dissipated.

She seemed completely unaware, only exclaiming in surprise upon entering the living room, "They're all here! There's no way to divide them."

Various gazes fell upon her as she calmly lifted the small stew pot that Xiao Gao had brought.

"Uncle Fu, I remembered that Susie once said that you are prone to heart fire in winter, and you get blisters on the tip of your tongue, and in severe cases, you even get mouth ulcers. I had nothing to do today, so I stewed some white fungus and lotus seed soup and brought it to you."

An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang looked at each other at the same time, both understanding the hidden excitement in each other's eyes.

As expected, Mom's methods were far more ingenious.

An Jiaren ladled out a bowl and personally brought it to Fu Jinyun's side, speaking as if seeking praise.

"Uncle Fu, why don't you try it? Is mine as good as Susie's?"

Speaking of Susie, Fu Jinyun felt extremely guilty.

A perfectly healthy young woman, married into the Fu family for only a few years, died along with her unborn child.

He took the spoon from An Jiaren, took a sip, and his voice choked with emotion.

"Susie's is still sweeter."

An Jiaren handed over a napkin, showing meticulous and thoughtful care.

"Of course, Susie loves Yixiu dearly and follows your teaching that harmony brings prosperity. While Yixiu is busy with work at Changfeng Group, Susie takes good care of you and Shengyang. Even with her big belly, she still makes you white fungus and lotus seed soup. She does so much just so that Yixiu can come home and feel the warmth and happiness of home. But alas..."

An Jiaren paused for a few seconds, the gentleness on her face vanished, and her murderous gaze fell on Fu Wantang.

"Wan Tang often whispered in Su Xi's ear that Yi Xiu was cheating on her, that Yi Xiu didn't love her anymore, and that Yi Xiu was having an affair with so-and-so."

Fu Wantang panicked; she hadn't received her father's shares yet.

She suddenly stood up, glared at An Jiaren, and yelled, "You bitch, shut up!"

Jiang Mianzhi was surprised. Was this still his gentle and virtuous wife?

Fu Jinyun's face darkened. He lightly pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek and took a deep breath. "My lady, I understand."

The problem he had avoided for over twenty years is now forcing him to confront.

An Jiaren had said everything she shouldn't have. She stepped aside and apologized for her actions that day.

“Uncle Fu, I’m sorry. You’re doing this for your daughter, and I’m doing this for my child. Susie is my best friend, and Sheng Yang is like my child. I have to fulfill my responsibilities as a mother to Susie. They are both my children, and I can’t let one of them bully my child again and again.”

"Back then, Susie's depression was all caused by Fu Wantang's gossip. Yixiu was so busy every day that he didn't have time to talk to Susie properly, and Susie's condition worsened over time. Yixiu knew the truth, he was tolerant of his sister, respected his father, and chose to bear it all himself by becoming a monk to atone for his sins."

An Jiaren spoke forcefully, uttering all the words she had kept bottled up for years.

"Today, in the same situation, you made the same choice. Sheng Yang would rather take Xiao Yue out to live elsewhere and agrees with your decision to let Fu Wantang move in."

Fu Shengyang loves his grandfather, obeys his grandfather, and cares about his grandfather's feelings.

But this cannot be a weakness that allows him to be attacked by a villain like Fu Wantang.

"Uncle Fu, I think you must have your own judgment about who truly loves you and who is only after your own interests."

As An Jiaren finished speaking, Fu Wantang suddenly burst into laughter, a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"I never expected you to rebel. Interesting. Things are getting better and better."

"Enough," Fu Jinyun growled. "I'm not in good health; I don't have many days left to do this. If you can't come back to live here and the food isn't good, then find a chef yourself."

Fu Wantang scoffed and shouted back loudly.

"If you don't want to come back, then don't come back. Who cares if I stay here? Why are you shouting like that!"

"You...you..." Fu Jinyun was so angry she could hardly breathe, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

A group of people argued heatedly about her, but she sat alone to one side, watching the crowd as if she were watching a play.

This is really...

"You heartless and cold-blooded wretch, get out!" Fu Jinyun clutched her chest, her voice barely audible.

He couldn't catch his breath and collapsed onto the sofa, his body limp as he slid off.

"Grandpa." Fu Shengyang caught him with lightning speed.