with excitement. 。She was speechless, he was silent. 。Tranquil and serene 。Red spread silently, dyeing the entire round moon. Cheers from somewhere came with the wind, one louder than the last, as if...The person who brazenly scolded Fu Mo'han was his biological father, Fu Hongyuan. 。Dressed in a casual home outfit, she bore a resemblance to Fu Mo Han. 。Although over fifty, he still radiates vitality and commands presence in every gesture. 。He strode down the stairs and stood beside He Shumei. A pair of eyes, very similar to Fu Mo's cold, but with a muddy gaze, stared at Fu Mo coldly with a sense of oppression, commanding, "Apologize!"Fu Mo was completely indifferent to Fu Hongyuan's pressure and orders. He coldly raised the corner of his lips, reminding him in a low voice, "My mother was buried in Sakura Mountain Cemetery over ten years ago. Have you forgotten"A flash of panic crossed Fu Hongyuan's eyes, disappearing as quickly as it appeared, but still captured by Fu Mo. 。He smirked, raising a cool eyebrow. "Seems like you've forgotten. Allow me to refresh your memory. Your own son, whose name is Fu Shaoqing," 。"At fifty, his eyes and memory are deteriorating, he's starting to mistake his son for someone else"

"Damn it!" Fu Hongyuan frowned, greatly angered by Fu Mochen's words. 。"It's okay, long term." 。He Shumei immediately grabbed Fu Honghyuan, gently patting his chest to soothe him, and whispered comfortingly, “Mo Han is right, I’m not his mother. It’s okay if he doesn’t call me that.” 。Don't get angry, or you might end up feeling sick again. 。Mo Han finally came back, don't make me unhappy every time and leave on bad terms. 。Fu Mo'han looked at He Shumei's gentle consolation with disdain. If he didn't know what happened back then, he would have been truly blinded by He Shumei's gentleness. 。However, though he was young, he remembered what happened that year very clearly. 。The more He Shumei acted this way, the more he felt intense disgust and nausea. 。Under the facade of beauty, she hid her ugliness. He Shumei always used this trick, and it really worked every time. 。As expected, under He Shumei's comfort, Fu Hongyuan's anger subsided a little. He glared resentfully at Fu Mo寒, his gaze shifting to Lin Jinran. 。Lin Jinran felt from the bottom of her heart that Fu Hongyuan liked her. Still politely called out, "Dad" 。Xia Hongyuan didn't say much, just hummed casually and ignored her. 。Lin Jinran didn't care, it was their family affair, and she didn't want to get involved. 。After He Shumei calmed Fu Hongyuan down, she smiled at them again and said, "Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon." 。After he finished speaking, he glanced back at the maid behind him and ordered, "Go call Shaoqing down." 。"

No, Dye and I still have something to do. " 。Fu Mo coldly rejected He Shumei's kindness. 。After he left, he hardly ever ate at the same table with them, and there was no need for that now. 。"What's the matter The meal will be ready soon, let's eat first and then deal with it." 。He Shumei only thought that it was a simple matter of Fu Mo Han meeting with his friends, thinking that since he was bringing his wife back today, he might stay home for lunch. She had already had the kitchen prepare a sumptuous meal. 。It's a bit disappointing to know that Fu Mo Han is going to leave again without eating. 。Fu Hongyuan also darkened his face, “Shumei knew you were back yesterday and started preparing. The kitchen is already ready, just waiting for you to arrive so we can start eating.” 。"What's the matter Why do you have to go out now and can't wait until after dinner"

Fu Mo Han looked at Fu Hong Yuan with a face full of anger, his low voice laced with frost, "I need to take Dain to see my mother, today is her death anniversary." 。”nt. Lin Jinyan's slender eyelashes quivered and slowly opened her eyes. Her clear pupils held no life, only despair.She stiffened, got up from bed, and threw back the covers. Barefoot, she walked towa...