his, it would be like a sheep entering a tiger's den.Lin Jin dyed his head low, looking at the clothes that were thrown into the dirty laundry basket, pondering whether to take them out and put them o...After about half an hour's drive, a black Maybach stopped beside a small alley. He bent down to get out of the car and strode towards the mouth of the alley.

In less than five minutes, they arrived at the storefront of Old Master Fu's favorite osmanthus cake shop. On the wooden rocking chairs in front of the store, a white-haired old woman was dozing with her eyes half-closed.

His dark eyes gazed at the old man, Fu Mo Han strode over and squatted down, his voice low and solemn, "Elder"

Grandma Zhao opened her eyes, her cloudy gaze filled with confusion. "Who are you"

"Mr. Fu, are you here to buy osmanthus cake" the shopkeeper asked politely, sticking his head out.

Catching sight of him, he said, “Everything comes half a catty.”

"Alright." The shopkeeper shouted, grabbing a bag and going to prepare it.

"Do you know this person" Fu Mo Han was still kneeling on one knee in front of the old man, taking out Lin Ruochu's childhood graduation photo and handing it to the old man.

The old man squinted his eyes, looked again and again, then shook his head.

Fu Mo's long fingers picked up his phone, pulled out a photo from it and handed it to the old man, "And her"

Grandma Zhao squinted her eyes, raised her wrinkled forehead, and cracked a toothless grin, saying, "It's Ruochu."

Fu Mo's brow furrowed, he was holding a photo that clearly belonged to Lin Jinran!

What is the name of Lin Ruochu's half-sister

“Lin Fang, her sister is also named Lin Fang. That little yellow-haired girl with a mop of yellow hair, I don't know what her mother was thinking,” the old man shook his head and muttered, “It’s a pity that Liu Fengqing was such a good woman, Lin Zhigang was blind to see that. Men, why can't they treat their wives well Ah.”

In the midst of their conversation, the shop owner walked out, holding a bag of snacks. He looked at Fu Mo's icy and stern face with confusion, then stood up and smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Fu, my mother isn't very sharp. Please don't mind her."

"It's fine." After taking a large bag of snacks, Fu MoHan didn't mention anything else and turned to leave.

He opened the car door and threw his snack onto the passenger seat. Fu Mochen bent down to get into the car, but before he could start it, his phone started ringing insistently.

Her long fingers picked up her phone, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw the incoming call. She pressed the answer button.

"Young Master Fu, we've found out. Lin Ruochu's original name was Lin Fang. She changed her name at the age of five. At that time, the person who used the name Lin Ruochu was Madam Lin Jinran." The investigator reported the findings to him as soon as they were available.

"Okay, I understand."

Ending the phone call, Fu Mochen started the vehicle and sped towards Fu's residence, his speed faster than usual.

Reaching the Fu residence, he opened the car door, bent down to get out, carrying a bag of food, and strode up the steps.

As he neared the living room, Ms. Zhang came over and took the things from his hands.

He asked, "Where is Lin Jinran"

"The young mistress is resting in the bedroom." Zhang's wife carried something and was preparing to send it into the kitchen.

With long strides, Fu Mo Han walked up the stairs, all the way to the bedroom door. He raised his hand, twisted the doorknob and went inside.

Lin Jinran, who was reading a parenting book, could see the arrival of someone. His beautiful eyebrows curved into a smile, "Why are you back so early today"

"Dye yourself." Fu Mochen's voice was deep, laced with an emotion that was hard to contain. He took a few long strides towards Lin Jinyan, reached out and cupped her chin, leaning down and kissing her.

"Hmm." Lin Jinran widened her eyes in surprise, not understanding what was wrong with the man. Why did he suddenly want to kiss herel with cool confidence, his other hand twisting the key to start the sleek black Maybach, driving forward slowly.Suddenly, Lin Jinran let out a sigh of relief. She was grateful that Fu Mo'han didn't...