You tricked me into raising your son? You'll divorce me and become my aunt.

Although Ruan Ning only returns to the old house during holidays, the bedroom here is fully equipped with a change of clothes and daily necessities.

Ruan Ning took a hot shower and changed her clothes.

She asked the maid to make ginger soup.

After drinking the ginger soup, Ruan Ning still felt a headache, which meant she had probably caught a cold.

I made myself another packet of cold medicine.

Fu Tingchen returned right after I finished taking my medicine.

He had a gloomy face when he came to the bedroom to find Ruan Ning.

"Ruan Ning, when did you learn to tattle?"

The man looked like he was about to interrogate her.

Ruan Ning almost laughed out of anger.

She leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, looking at Fu Tingchen with a half-smile.

"Fu Tingchen, you abandoned your wife halfway to go find another woman, and I can't even complain to your mother?"

Fu Tingchen frowned.

"I told you, Xinyao was in a car accident and got injured. I just went to visit her. Why are you so angry? You even complained to my mom. Aren't you ashamed in front of your aunts?"

"Shameful?" Ruan Ning laughed. "You know what shameful is?"

Fu Tingchen's expression flashed with displeasure.

"Xinyao and I are just friends. If a friend is injured in a car accident, shouldn't I go and visit her?"

Ruan Ning repeated those two words with an ambiguous meaning.

"friend……"

Are we the kind of friends you could sleep with?

Are you the kind of friend who can have children with you?

"Did you know that it started pouring rain shortly after you left? I didn't have an umbrella, and I didn't know the driver's phone number at the old house."

Ruan Ning looked directly into Fu Tingchen's eyes.

"Did you ever think about me getting caught in the rain when you were with Bai Xinyao?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Tingchen paused for a moment.

It felt like something had stung my heart.

His tone softened.

"Sorry, I didn't know you didn't have the phone number for the old house. You could call my mom and ask her to send a driver to pick you up."

Ruan Ning said coldly, "Your mother is just like you; she never answers my calls."

A sense of guilt and heartache welled up in the man's heart.

"Did you just get caught in the rain?"

Ruan Ning glanced at him. "Otherwise what?"

"I'm sorry... I'll have the maid make you some ginger soup."

"No need. You've already finished the ginger soup and taken your medicine. Go and worry about Bai Xinyao."

"Xinyao is fine. She just had a scrape on her leg from being hit by a car. I took her to the hospital and came right back."

Ruan Ning smiled.

Abrasion.

If he had been taken to the hospital any later, he probably would have recovered.

Fu Tingchen then asked, "So how did you get back?"

"I ran into your uncle on the way..."

She had met all the relatives from the Jin family at their family banquets over the past few years.

Only today is this man a stranger.

Moreover, the driver, Uncle Zhao, called him "Master".

The Jin family's drivers generally refer to the head of the household of Fu Tingchen's mother's generation as "Master".

That man must be Fu Tingchen's uncle.

Hearing Ruan Ning say this, Fu Tingchen raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Did my uncle bring you back?"

"Um."

"Are you sure the person who brought you back is my uncle?" Fu Tingchen asked again, still in disbelief.

Ruan Ning asked疑惑地, "I think so, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Fu Tingchen said. "My uncle is a germaphobe and doesn't like to interact with women. Maybe he gave you a ride because you're my wife."

Ruan Ning gave a speechless twitch of her lips and said sarcastically, "Well, thank you anyway."

Fu Tingchen: "..."

Dinner time.

Ruan Ning and Fu Tingchen went downstairs to the restaurant together.

I ran into Jin Xiuhan at the elevator entrance.

Fu Tingchen's eyes lit up, a smile spread across his lips, and he took the initiative to greet him.

"Uncle, it's been a long time."

Jin Xiuhan nodded, then shifted his gaze to Ruan Ning beside him.

Fu Tingchen introduced, "Uncle, this is my wife, Ruan Ning. Thank you for bringing her back today."

"Hmm." Jin Xiuhan's response was indifferent.

Fu Tingchen looked at Jin Xiuhan with eyes full of admiration.

"Uncle, are you staying after returning to China this time?"

"Yes, I've basically stayed in the country for the past two years."

"That's great!" Fu Tingchen said with a big smile.

His idol since childhood has been Jin Xiuhan.

Although Jin Xiuhan is of a higher generation than him, they are not much different in age, only three years older.

When they were children, before Jin Xiuhan went abroad, Fu Tingchen was always his little follower.

After Jin Xiuhan went abroad, they rarely saw each other.

Fu Tingchen was genuinely happy to learn that Jin Xiuhan would be staying in China for the next two years.

Fu Tingchen: "Uncle, I'm really disappointed that you didn't come to my wedding."

Jin Xiuhan asked casually, "Did you like the wedding gift?"

Three years ago, Jin Xiuhan did not attend Fu Tingchen's wedding, but he still gave her a generous wedding gift.

At the time, he was very generous, gifting Fu Tingchen a limited edition Lamborghini sports car worth several hundred million yuan, and also giving him a gift of 9.99 million yuan.

It symbolizes wishing the couple a long and lasting marriage.

Fu Tingchen smiled and said, "Of course, how could I not like the gift you gave me, Uncle?"

As they were talking, they arrived at the restaurant.

Everyone in the restaurant was there except for the old man and woman.

Jin Qilin, the eldest son of the Jin family, and his wife sat together with their two children.

Jin Qilin's son is one year older than Fu Tingchen, and his daughter is the same age as Fu Tingchen.

Jin Manrong's husband has been busy with business abroad recently, so she only brought her son and daughter-in-law back today.

The third son, Jin Wangchuan, and his wife have only one daughter, who just started junior high school this year.

When Jin Manrong saw Jin Xiuhan enter the restaurant, she instructed Fu Zishuo beside her to greet him: "Shuoshuo, quickly call him Uncle."

Fu Zishuo listened to Jin Manrong and looked up at Jin Xiuhan, calling him "Uncle".

Jin Xiuhan glanced at him indifferently, nodded, pulled out a chair, and sat down to the lower right of the main seat.

The other younger members of the Jin family also greeted Jin Xiuhan politely.

Before long, the Jin family patriarch and matriarch arrived, and the family banquet officially began.

The Jin family patriarch and matriarch were very particular about table manners and prohibited talking during meals.

The family finished their meal quietly.

After the meal.

Grandma Jin called Jin Xiuhan to the tea room alone and asked him questions impatiently.

"Why did you come back alone today?"

This means they're blaming him for not bringing his girlfriend home.

Jin Xiuhan pretended not to understand what the old lady meant and gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Read but replied randomly.

The old lady was furious.

"Don't play dumb with me. It just so happens that the heiress of Zhuoyuan Group recently returned from studying abroad. I've made arrangements for you. The day after tomorrow afternoon, at the Aman Hotel, you have to go."

The old lady was very serious.

"I'm not going." Jin Xiuhan said indifferently.

The old lady glared at him angrily.

"Why aren't you going? Don't tell me you're not free the day after tomorrow afternoon. I've already checked with Assistant Liang, and you are free the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Jin Xiuhan said succinctly, "I don't want to go."

The old lady was really angry with him and unconsciously raised her voice, "Are you planning to never get married in your life?"

"Hmm," Jin Xiuhan said, "So you don't need to worry about it."

As Ruan Ning passed by the teahouse, the door was ajar, and she happened to overhear the conversation between the two people inside, causing her to pause in her tracks.

Jin Xiuhan has no plans to get married in his lifetime?

I remembered what Fu Tingchen said about Jin Xiuhan not liking to interact with the opposite sex.

Is he gay?

Or is it frigidity?

Thinking this, Ruan Ning looked up and unexpectedly met Jin Xiuhan's gaze, who was sitting in the tea room.

The man's gaze was calm and cold, with a penetrating quality.

It seemed as if he could see right through her.

Feeling guilty, Ruan Ning looked away and quickened her pace to walk past.