Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Grandpa Fu took in the whole scene, a relieved smile appearing in his eyes. He asked gently, "Yun Shu, have you made up your mind?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunshu's cheeks flushed red, like peach blossoms suddenly blooming on branches in early spring.

She subconsciously snuggled closer to Fu Yanshen, her fingertips gently gripping the hem of his clothes.

Her eyes were lowered, not daring to meet the old man's gaze, and she only responded softly with a "Mm".

Her voice was sweet and soft, filled with the shyness of a young girl experiencing her first love.

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly and raised his hand to gently stroke her soft hair.

The warmth of his palms seeped through his hair, silent yet resolute.

He looked up at his father, his eyes calm and serene.

"Dad, Yunshu and I have discussed it. In a few days, I will prepare a formal proposal and then choose an auspicious day to get engaged."

"Okay, okay!"

Grandpa Fu stroked his beard, his smile widening the lines around his eyes.

"That's more like it! I've doted on Yun Shu since she was little. If you dare to mistreat her in the slightest, I'll be the first to punish you!"

"A proposal? An engagement? What are you talking about?!"

Fu Jingming suddenly sprang up from the chair, the chair legs scraping against the marble floor with a sharp hiss.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Liu Yunshu, as if trying to see right through her.

"Liu Yunshu! You just broke off your engagement with me, and now you're getting engaged to my uncle?! What do you take me for?!"

Liu Yunshu slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on his face, which was contorted with rage.

"Fu Jingming, our engagement has been dissolved. We are now separate individuals, each with our own marriages. What business is it of yours?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Fu Jingming seemed to be stabbed by those four words. He took a step forward, but was nailed to the spot by Fu Yanshen's cold gaze.

His chest heaved violently, his voice trembling with disbelief: "You...you weren't like this before..."

"Su! Man! Li—!!"

Suddenly, a sharp, angry shout from Fu's mother erupted from upstairs.

Everyone was taken aback.

Fu Jingming subconsciously turned his head to look at the stairwell, and saw his mother standing in the second-floor corridor.

His face was ashen, his whole body was trembling, and he was clutching a stack of things tightly in his hands.

His voice trembled with extreme rage: "You shameless bastard! Look at what you've done!!"

Before she could finish speaking, she raised her hand and threw the object down hard.

The photos were scattered all over the ground like snowflakes.

An indecent intimate photo shows a woman smiling sweetly as she nestles in the arms of a middle-aged stranger.

There is also a clear copy of the hospital's diagnostic certificate.

The words "early pregnancy termination" are like a red-hot branding iron, burning into everyone's eyes.

The color drained from Su Manli's face instantly, and she staggered backward.

His gaze was fixed on the photos on the ground, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single complete syllable.

Those past events that she had buried deep and thought had long since decayed were now being laid bare.

Exposed to the public eye, each photo is a silent slap in the face.

Fu Jingming stood frozen in place, his gaze fixed on those images.

His pupils contracted sharply, and a torrent of nausea, betrayal, and rage breached the dam of reason, engulfing his entire body.

He abruptly turned his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on Su Manli, his voice hoarse and cracked with extreme shock:

"So... back then you said your family business needed it, and you suddenly went abroad... actually to be with this man?!"

Su Manli trembled like a leaf in the wind, her fingertips digging deeply into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks.

That was her most shameful secret.

In an attempt to climb the social ladder, she once slept with a married businessman, even becoming pregnant, only to be discarded like trash in the end.

He had no choice but to return to China in a sorry state, and then desperately clung to Fu Jingming as his lifeline.

"No...no..."

She opened and closed her lips in vain, her voice broken and incoherent, her eyes filled with terror and despair.

"Amin, let me explain... It's fake, it's all forged by someone to harm me..."

"Forgery?"

Mrs. Fu had already walked down the stairs step by step, and stood in front of her, her eyes filled with cold contempt and anger.

"These photos, these written proofs, are irrefutable! How dare you still try to deny it?!"

Su Manli lowered her head, her mind racing as she searched for a solution. She couldn't get a divorce!

She suddenly raised her head, leaned close to Fu's mother's ear, and pleaded urgently in a whisper that only the two of them could hear.

"Mom...Mom! Please, please help me persuade A-Ming, as long as we don't get a divorce..."

"I'm going back to my parents' house right away and asking my dad to give Ah Ming the exclusive rights to that project in the west of the city, and he can even add another 20% investment!"

"Although the Su family is not what it used to be, it still has some resources left."

A hint of hesitation flashed in Fu's mother's eyes. If they could really secure the project on that piece of land in the west of the city, it would greatly boost Fu Jingming's position in the company.

She glanced at the scattered photos on the ground, then looked at Su Manli's pale but anxious face, quickly weighing the pros and cons in her mind.

"Are you telling the truth?" Mrs. Fu asked in a low voice, her tone tinged with doubt.

"Absolutely true!" Su Manli nodded hurriedly.

"If you help me this once, Mom, I'll have Dad draft an agreement right away, and I won't go back on my word!"

After a moment of silence, Fu's mother slowly stood up, turned to look at Fu Jingming, and tried to smooth things over in a stiff tone:

"Jingming, there might be a misunderstanding. Manli is always very composed, how could she do such a thing? Maybe someone maliciously forged the photos to frame her."

"Misunderstand?"

Fu Jingming seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He bent down, picked up a photo, and threw it hard in front of Su Manli.

In the photo, she nestled in the arms of a strange man, smiling radiantly, a sight that stung his eyes.

"Mom, look at this, you call it a misunderstanding? She's kept so many things from me, and you're still going to protect her?"

Fu's mother quickly went to his side, leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Jingming, calm down! The Su family has agreed to authorize you for that land project in the west of the city, and they'll even add another 20% investment, as long as you don't get a divorce! Don't you understand how important this is to your position in the company?"

Fu Jingming was jolted, his fingers tightening around the photo until his knuckles turned white.

The West City project was a lucrative opportunity he had been eyeing for a long time.

Taking it would not only allow him to gain a foothold in the Fu family, but also severely suppress those who questioned him.

But looking at the trembling Su Manli, and recalling those disgusting photos, a feeling of nausea welled up in her heart again.

"For the sake of the project, we have to tolerate her deception?" he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with struggle.

Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles!

Fu's mother pinched him in exasperation.

"As long as she behaves herself, let's pretend these things never happened. What loss would you suffer?"

Fu Jingming fell silent, his gaze shifting between Su Manli and his mother, the scales in his heart swaying violently.

"Jingming! If you think this is dirty, you can go find another woman, but this marriage absolutely cannot end!"

Fu's mother lowered her voice, her fingertips gripping his arm tightly, her eyes filled with calculating eagerness.

"With the West City project secured, your career at Fu's will be much more stable. You'll have plenty of options in the future; it's not worth ruining your future over something so trivial!"

Fu Jingming tensed up, letting out a suppressed groan.

He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the struggle in his eyes had been replaced by a layer of cold numbness, followed by a stiff smile.

"...Manli," his voice was hoarse.

"I...believe you. These...must have been deliberately forged by someone to ruin the Fu family's peace and drive a wedge between my husband and me."

Su Manli suddenly looked up, her eyes bursting with the wild joy of escaping a desperate situation, and hurriedly climbed up the pole.

"Yes, yes! Ah Ming, that's it! Someone must have framed me. How could I have wronged you..."

Mrs. Fu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gave Su Manli a warning glare, and then turned to give Old Master Fu a forced smile.

"Dad, you see, it really was a misunderstanding. It's all my fault. I was too quick to believe everything I heard and almost wronged Manli."

Old Master Fu watched all of this with a cold eye.

His gaze swept over the irrefutable evidence on the ground, then over his grandson's face, which was trying to suppress his humiliation and maintain a facade of calm. A deep disappointment settled in his eyes.

He snorted coldly.

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then let it go. Jingming, you chose this path yourself. Whether things turn out well or badly, don't blame fate or others."

Fu Jingming clenched his fists at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms, sending a sharp, stinging pain through him.

He lowered his head and replied in a hoarse voice, "...Grandson understands."

Liu Yunshu leaned quietly in Fu Yanshen's arms, taking in the entire process of weighing, compromising, and scheming between interests and face.

A faint hint of mockery flickered across his lips.

Fu Yanshen lowered his head, his warm fingertips gently caressing the back of her hand, his deep voice only loud enough for her to hear:

"Have you had enough of the show? Leave the rest to me."

Liu Yunshu raised her eyes and looked into his deep, pool-like eyes, where she could find a calmness and strength that she trusted completely.

She nodded gently, pressing her cheek closer to his chest with a sense of security, her lips curving into a soft smile.

Seeing this, Fu's mother immediately tried to smooth things over and dispel the lingering awkwardness and hostility in the air:

"Alright, alright, stop standing there. Manli, stop crying and come upstairs with me to change your clothes and tidy yourself up. Look at the state you're in."

Su Manli felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, supported by her mother-in-law.

As she passed by Liu Yunshu, she paused almost imperceptibly.

Today's "good show" is definitely related to Liu Yunshu.

She remembered this grudge.

The living room finally quieted down.

Old Master Fu sighed wearily, looking at Fu Yanshen and Liu Yunshu with a softened gaze.

"Ah Shen, Yun Shu, you two should hurry up and get things done. I'm getting old, and I just want to see you two living happily and peacefully."

Fu Yanshen nodded, helped Liu Yunshu to her feet, and solemnly replied, "Dad, don't worry."

Liu Yunshu looked up at the kind old man, her eyes clear and sincere: "Grandpa, thank you."

"Silly child," Grandpa Fu gently patted the back of her hand, his sigh filled with affection, "you deserve the best."

Just then, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the huge French windows, filling the room with a warm golden light.

The shadows of the two figures, leaning on each other, were gently elongated and intertwined on the floor.

Fu Yanshen lowered his head, and the fair cheeks of the person in his arms were bathed in a soft light.

He leaned close to her ear, his deep voice filled with tenderness and affection:

"Little fox, tell me, what kind of proposal ceremony do you want?"

Liu Yunshu tilted her head back, her eyes curving into crescent moons, a mischievous glint in them, and chuckled softly:

"I like everything that Uncle Fu prepared by himself."

Fu Yanshen chuckled softly, a pleasant vibration emanating from his chest.

He raised his hand and gently brushed the tip of her nose, his eyes filled with indulgence and tenderness.