seuse.Compared to Lam Chi-chung's old bones, with no points of interest in his physique, Hsu Yung-hwa prefers this here muscular young meat with clear muscle lines and contours.Whether it's his physiq...Fu Shaoqing was sitting stiffly on the sofa, flipping through a financial magazine that Fu MoHan usually looked at during meals.

He saw Lin Jinran return, snapped shut the magazine with a snap, and a playful smile bloomed on his handsome face like peach blossoms.

"Sister-in-law is back."

Lin Jinran still found it a little awkward calling Fu Shaoting "brother-in-law".

She nodded lightly, "You're here. Your brother might have to work late and won't be back for a while."

"Then I'll tell you, and you can pass it on to him. His phone number goes straight to voicemail." Fu Shaoqing smiled politely and raised his eyebrows.

"What's going on"

"Dad told me to tell you, in half a month it's Grandpa's 80th birthday. Dad will be throwing a big party, he doesn't need you to do anything, just show up."

"To use Grandfather's birthday as an excuse to socialize, only Fu Hongyuan could come up with such a thing." A cold voice slowly echoed from the front door.

In a moment, Fu Mo Han strode forward with his long legs, his tall and slender figure appearing in their sight.

Fu Mo swept a disdainful glance at Lin Jinran with his cold eyes, his icy gaze fixed on Fu Shaoting, not the slightest hint of a smile. "After you've finished notifying everyone, you can leave."

Fu Shaoqing raised his hand and touched his nose with a slightly helpless expression.

"Bro, you're really heartless. No matter what we still share half the same blood."

Fu Mo's originally cold face turned even darker, as black as ink carbon. He growled, "Get out!"

Such somewhat insulting language, placed on anyone, would be uncomfortable. But Fu Shaoqing didn't think so.

He knew his true identity from a young age. Even though his mother later married his father, it could not erase the fact that he was once a bastard child.

Therefore, he especially understood Fu Mochen's hatred towards him. Although Fu Mochen's mother's suicide was confirmed to be due to depression, it was also related to his mother, He Shumei.

From a young age, he knew Fu Mochen was an enemy to him, and had long since become immune to Fu Mochen's icy aura that could freeze people to death.

Fu Shaoqing helplessly shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "Alright, I'm leaving."

"Second Young Master, how about we finish our meal before leaving"

Lin Jinran couldn't stand Fu Mo's cold and indifferent attitude. Fu Shaoqing had only come to give a notice and hadn't done anything else.

Besides last time, when Fu Shaoqing carried her for a stretch in the rain, Lin Jinyan didn't feel so much aversion to Fu Shaoqing.

Therefore, she opened her mouth and tried to persuade Fu Shaoqing to stay for a meal together.

Fu Mo's face darkened even further, his cold gaze fixed on her.

Suddenly, Lin Jinran's heart grew cold.

Fu Shaoqing naturally noticed the subtle movements of the two people. He said nonchalantly, "No, I'd better go. Otherwise, my brother might see my face and not be able to eat."

After speaking, he turned and strode towards the door.

He didn't forget to raise his hand, waving nonchalantly at them before slipping into his pocket and leaving the Fu residence.

His departure did not lessen the freezing air around Fu Mo Han, instead it enveloped Lin Jin Ran in it.

"Lin Jinran, you're quite enthusiastic. Stay for dinner, alright"

A low, cold voice, laced with a hint of danger.

"Lin Jinran responded cautiously, 'As the saying goes, don't hit someone who is smiling. He just came to notify me. It's polite to say a few kind words.'"

"Don't act on your own accord." Fu Mo coldly snorted, taking large strides up the stairs.

Lin Jinran saw Fu Mo han was leaving, instantly relaxed, luckily, luckily.

She still went to the kitchen to see what the chef was preparing for dinner.

Fu Mochen stopped at the foot of the stairs, his steps halting. He suddenly turned his body and looked at her back, saying, "Lin Jinran."avoid this topic for now, lest Lin Jinyu's emotions fall into a dead end. He spoke softly, "I'll take you for a walk.""Okay," Lin Jinran lightly nodded in agreement. She didn't want to open that wound...