e frantically pressed the hang-up button, just before disconnecting, the man's familiar low growl came, shattering her last hope.From beginning to end, Fu Mo Han didn't make a sound, but she clearly h...The moment her figure appeared inside the airport, a surprised voice echoed through, "Madam Young, Madam Young."

Following the sound, Lin Jin'yan's heart leaped with joy, "Zhang Sao"

Zhang Sao ran over excitedly, looking at Lin Jinran with eagerness, nodding vigorously. "Young Mistress, you're back."

A wave of emotion coursed through her, and Lin Jinran smiled as she replied, "I'm back."

One sentence contained countless sorrows. Zhangsao was deeply moved, raising her hand to touch her tears, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

She touched it a few times, then looked at Fu Mo Han with a smile and said, "Young Master, the old man has also arrived and is waiting inside."

Hearing that the old man was also at the Fu residence, Lin Jinran's heart ached to return home. He looked at Fu Mochen and said, "Let's go back quickly."

Several people came together to pick up their Rolls-Royce. Zhang Sao hadn't seen Lin Jinran for a long time, so she pulled her aside and chatted incessantly. Worried about Mr. Fu's health, Lin Jinran couldn't help but ask about his condition.

Zhang Sao was just about to tell Lin Jinran about the old master's recent condition truthfully, and she keenly noticed the gaze Fu Mo han cast her way.

Having lived in the Fu family for years, she was quite observant. Her thoughts were scattered, and the words that reached her lips went back down. She sighed deeply, "Grandpa, you haven't been eating well or sleeping soundly lately."

Lin Jin's heart suddenly tightened, and he instinctively grabbed Zhang's hand, "Grandpa, is the illness very serious"

"It's not that serious, he just got upset when you came back last time because he didn't see you."

"It was my fault." Lin Jinran felt remorse.

"My lady, please don't leave again this time. If you stay, your old master will be happy and his illness will surely get better."

Nodding, Lin Jinyan agreed. This time she came back, she wasn't planning on leaving again.

Zhang Sao's eyes lit up as she grabbed Lin Jinran's hand, "Don't worry, if the old man knew you weren't leaving, he'd definitely recover!"

As the two talked, the vehicle slowly drove into the Fu residence. At this time, the entire building was brightly lit, as if waiting for someone to return.

After several months away, I stepped back inside, feeling like a year had passed. In the distance, I saw an old man leaning on his cane at the top of the stairs, and my eyes welled up instantly.

The driver opened the car door, Fu Mo Han got out first, Zhang Sao followed closely behind, and finally Lin Jin Ran, whose heart was filled with uneasiness.

She nervously raised her head and looked at the elderly man on the top floor of the stairs. Her eyes were sour, and she choked out a voice, "Grandpa."

Old Master Fu looked at her kindly and smiled, "Dye Dye, you're home."

Those five short words contained the old man's endless expectations. There was no blame or reproach, only deep love.

Lin Jinran could no longer hold back her tears and let them fall silently.

She hurried up the stairs and stood before the gray-haired old man, tears blurring her vision. Lin Jinyan choked back sobs, unable to control herself.

"Grandpa."

"Don't cry, don't cry." Old Master Fu felt distressed and gently patted Lin Jinyu's shoulder, pulling her inside. "Don't stand outside the door, come in."

Lin Jinran stepped forward, supporting the old man and escorting him to the door. She quietly turned her head to glance at the man not far away, just as his gaze landed on her.

All the way back to the living room, the old man pulled Lin Jinran down and sat beside him. He simply asked her about what had happened to her this period of time. Lin Jinran didn't dare to hide anything and answered everything truthfully.

When Lin Jinran finished recounting what had happened recently, Zhang's sister-in-law, who had been silent all along, unconsciously asked, "Madam, are you wearing maternity clothes"

Her single word, like a stone dropped into still water, sent ripples of astonishment and upheaval across the surface.s advances. Although she felt sorry, she didn't say much. What mattered more was that Fu Mochen hadn't eaten much of the food. "Doesn't suit your taste""I'm not hungry."The tissue was thrown into the...