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Fu Jingming looked at Liu Yunshu, who was sobbing softly, and a complex sense of loss flashed in his eyes.

However, Su Manli was once the white moonlight in his heart, and now that things have come to this, the die is cast.

Furthermore, since Old Master Fu had already spoken, he ultimately couldn't utter any words of rebuttal.

He simply lowered his head dejectedly, letting an inexplicable sense of unease spread through his chest.

As Liu Yunshu listened to Old Master Fu's words, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she cried even harder.

Fu Yanshen raised his eyes to look at Old Master Fu in the main seat, his tone calm:

"Dad, quite a few people have seen what happened between Jingming and Su Manli. In my opinion, the sooner the wedding is arranged, the better, to avoid any further complications."

Madam Fu quickly chimed in from the side:

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll go and discuss it with the Su family right away, and set a date for the engagement as soon as possible to shut up those gossips."

Su Manli's anxiety finally subsided.

She glanced at the silent Fu Jingming, and seeing that he had no objection, she couldn't help but smile secretly and triumphantly.

Although the process was not dignified, she ultimately got what she wanted.

Grandpa Fu glanced coldly at his dejected grandson and Su Manli, who couldn't hide her joy, and snorted heavily.

"Get back here and reflect on your actions! Get the engagement done as soon as possible."

He looked at Fu's mother, "Don't make any more of a fool of yourself!"

After saying that, he took the still sobbing Liu Yunshu and turned to walk towards Fu Yanshen's office.

In the office, warm light softly enveloped the room, falling on Liu Yunshu's reddened eyes and moist eyelashes.

She kept her head down, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were still immersed in immense sorrow.

Grandpa Fu sat down on the sofa, looking at her like this, his heart filled with guilt and pity.

"Yunshu, I'm sorry you had to go through this. It's good that the engagement is broken off. That scoundrel Jingming is not good enough for you. Grandpa will definitely find you someone better in the future, so you can have a grand and glorious wedding."

Liu Yunshu then raised her head, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, her voice choked with emotion:

"Grandpa, I'm fine... I'm just feeling a little sad right now."

"Dad," Fu Yanshen suddenly spoke, his gaze sweeping over the "heartbroken" Liu Yunshu beside him.

"Since Miss Liu and Jingming's marriage is off, perhaps..."

"Not as good as what?" Old Master Fu looked up, his tone weary, clearly still troubled by the trouble caused by Fu Jingming.

Fu Yanshen walked unhurriedly to Liu Yunshu's side, and very naturally raised his hand to wipe away the remaining tear stains on her cheek with his fingertips.

His movements were incredibly gentle, yet his gaze remained steady as he looked at his father, speaking each word clearly:

"Since Jingming is not good enough for her, why don't I take care of her from now on?"

After he finished speaking, the office fell silent.

Grandpa Fu's eyes widened suddenly, and it took him a while to process what he had just said.

He pointed at Fu Yanshen in disbelief, then looked at Liu Yunshu, whose eyes were brimming with tears: "A-Shen, do you know what you're saying?"

Liu Yunshu also raised her head at the right time, her face full of shock, as if she was frightened by these sudden words.

She gently tugged at Fu Yanshen's sleeve, her voice trembling with fear and a hint of tears: "Uncle Fu... please don't say such things..."

Fu Yanshen grabbed her wrist with his other hand, his grip firm and unyielding.

He turned his gaze to his father, his tone more solemn than ever before:

"Dad, I never joke about things like this. I liked Yunshu from the first time I saw her."

"I want to marry her and protect her for the rest of my life. This is not an impulsive decision, but a well-considered one."

Grandpa Fu was stunned by these words and remained silent for a long time, then pointed at his son with his finger.

He then looked at Liu Yunshu, who seemed at a loss, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He never realized that his usually calm and composed son had harbored such thoughts!

He remained silent for a long time, his gaze finally landing on Liu Yunshu. His tone softened, tinged with a tentative undertone:

"Yun Shu, what...what are you thinking?"

A glint of cunning flashed quickly in Liu Yunshu's eyes, but she lowered her head in a flustered manner, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice barely audible:

"Grandpa, I...I never thought about these things...Uncle Fu was very good to me, but..."

Seeing this, a smile flashed across Fu Yanshen's eyes. He tightened his grip on her wrist, his tone becoming increasingly firm and deep:

"Dad, my mind is made up. I will marry no one but her in this life."

"If you agree, I, Fu Yanshen, will cherish her as a treasure for the rest of my life and never let her suffer the slightest grievance. If you disagree, I will still marry her!"

Old Master Fu was amused by Fu Yanshen's words, slammed his cane on the ground, and said irritably:

"You're really good at forcing me into things! So it's no use me agreeing?"

He glared at Fu Yanshen, but couldn't help looking at Liu Yunshu.

Yun Shu was someone he had watched grow up. When his old comrade entrusted his orphan to him, he repeatedly asked Yun Shu to take care of him.

Now that Jingming has foolishly betrayed her, if Ashen treats her sincerely, it might not be such a bad thing.

Seeing Yun Shu's blank expression, Old Master Fu sighed.

"Ah Shen, Yun Shu has just suffered a great injustice. It's too sudden and abrupt for you to bring this up now."

He leaned on his cane and shook his head. "Besides, you're so much older than Yun Shu, between you two..."

Five years old! How old is that! Fu Yanshen thought to himself.

Age has never been a problem.

He interrupted her, his gaze falling on Liu Yunshu's lowered profile.

"I will dedicate all my time to proving that I can put her at ease, and also put you at ease. Yunshu,"

He called her softly, his voice low and gentle.

"You don't need to answer me now. I'll give you time to think it over. I'll wait, no matter how long it takes."

Liu Yunshu's fingertips trembled slightly as she raised her watery eyes to look at him, her eyes seemingly brimming with a thousand emotions.

After a long pause, she nodded very slightly, her voice still choked with sobs: "I...I need time to think about it."

When Grandpa Fu saw that she did not directly refuse, he breathed a sigh of relief, ultimately feeling more sorry for the child.

"Alright, alright, let's put this matter aside for now. Yun Shu, you should get some rest and stop being sad over that bastard. Ashen, you mustn't pressure her either."

Fu Yanshen nodded in agreement, helped Liu Yunshu sit down on the sofa, turned around and poured a glass of warm water, which he considerately handed to her.

Liu Yunshu took the warm cup, looked up at the man beside her, and met his playful gaze.

[Was my acting pretty good?]

Liu Yunshu understood the meaning in his eyes, and then raised her eyebrows slightly with a smug look.

Yes, Uncle Fu's acting is excellent!

Fu Yanshen was amused by her sly, fox-like expression, and a smile spread across his eyes, revealing a silent doting affection.

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The Su family was both surprised and delighted by this sudden "good news," and they were in a flurry of activity.

The banquet, originally scheduled for the following day, was also hastily cancelled.

After an emergency discussion between the two families, they decided to skip the engagement ceremony altogether.

They immediately chose the nearest auspicious day and began preparing for the wedding in earnest.

The wedding was finally scheduled for two weeks later.

Old Master Fu was clearly extremely dissatisfied with this hasty and farcical marriage.

It is not allowed to be held in the old house; it can only be held simply at a resort hotel in the suburbs, with the scale reduced to the minimum.

Although Madam Fu was unwilling, she dared not disobey the old man and could only suppress her anger and make arrangements.

The day after their wedding, Fu Jingming took Su Manli back to the old house to pay respects to his grandfather.

The two had just reached the door when they unexpectedly bumped into Liu Yunshu.

Today she wore a crimson silk dress, perfectly tailored, which made her skin appear as white as snow.

Her fiery red lips added a touch of breathtaking brilliance.

A hint of amazement and disbelief flashed involuntarily in Fu Jingming's eyes.

The smug look on Su Manli's face vanished instantly, replaced by a venomous glare as she stared intently at Liu Yunshu.

She instinctively clung tightly to Fu Jingming's arm, as if asserting her ownership, a stiff smile forcing at the corners of her lips.

"Yun Shu? What a coincidence, what are you doing here?"

Liu Yunshu glanced at them indifferently, her tone calm and unwavering: "I've come to visit my grandfather."

After saying that, she walked straight past them and stepped into the old house, not even sparing Su Manli a glance.

Su Manli was enraged by her utter indifference.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on Fu Jingming's hand, her nails almost digging into the flesh of his arm.

Fu Jingming winced in pain, frowned, and impatiently pulled his arm back: "What are you doing!"

Su Manli's eyes reddened, filled with grievances but she dared not show them. She could only bite her lip and follow behind him with her head down.

Upon entering the living room, one could see Old Master Fu sitting in the main seat, leisurely sipping tea.

He didn't even lift his eyelids when they came in, and the atmosphere immediately froze.

Liu Yunshu, however, had already sat down intimately next to the old man, taking his arm, her voice sweet and melodious:

"Grandpa, I brought you some freshly baked jujube paste cakes from your favorite old brand."

Grandpa Fu's expression softened a little, and he patted the back of her hand: "Our Yun Shu is so thoughtful."

Seeing this, Su Manli quickly forced a smile and stepped forward, presenting the gift box in her hand:

"Grandpa, I also brought you a gift. It's a high-quality health supplement that I specially asked someone to bring back from abroad. It's good for your health..."

"No need."

Old Master Fu interrupted her calmly, his gaze falling on her distantly.

"Now that you've entered the Fu family, you should behave yourself and stay within your bounds. Don't cause any more disrespectful trouble."

Su Manli's smile froze completely, and she stood there awkwardly.

His fingers twisted the hem of his clothes tightly, his heart churning with hatred, but he could only lower his head and meekly reply, "Yes, Grandpa, I remember."

Fu Jingming looked at the scene before him and felt inexplicably troubled.

He looked up at Liu Yunshu and saw her with her head down, intently peeling oranges for the old man.

Her profile was gentle, her eyes smiling, completely unlike her vulnerable appearance in the office that day.

A strong sense of disorientation washed over him—he suddenly felt as if he had never truly known her.

Su Manli took in his dazed expression, and jealousy gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, the pain reminding her to maintain a facade of docility.

Deep down, he had already made a crazy vow to make Liu Yunshu disappear completely from Fu Jingming's sight and from the Fu family!

Just then, Fu Yanshen walked in from outside the door.

His gaze swept over Su Manli in the corner, a fleeting chill in his eyes.

He then walked directly to Liu Yunshu's side and took the half-peeled orange from her hand with great ease.

He peeled it quickly, then held the glistening fruit to her lips, his voice low and gentle: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Liu Yunshu looked up at him and smiled, her eyes crinkling with affection.