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Without considering whether she would wake the sleeping Fu Bao, Wu Huilan angrily cursed at Fu Yanci.

"You think you're all grown up now, even wanting to fire Aunt Liu! And you dare threaten me!"

Fu Bao was startled by the sound and shrank back in her father's arms, but thankfully she wasn't woken up.

Fu Yanci frowned deeply, looking coldly at Wu Huilan. The warning in his eyes silenced Wu Huilan.

He held the child tightly in his arms, gently coaxing him until he was sure Fu Bao was asleep again, before handing the child over to Aunt Wu.

"Take Fu Bao to his room to sleep. He just came back from the hospital. Remember to disinfect his hands to prevent infection."

He was always very attentive to Fu Bao's affairs.

Aunt Wu responded and carried Fu Bao upstairs.

Fu Yanci turned his gaze to the person on the sofa after hearing the sound of a door closing upstairs.

Wu Huilan was somewhat afraid of this son, but when she thought about Fu Yanci cutting off her dividends and stopping her monthly allowance, she straightened her back.

What are you glaring at me for!

I am your mother, and I am Fu Bao's grandmother!

I said a couple of things to you and you think I'm wrong!

What Aunt Liu said is exactly what I wanted to say!

If you're going to fire her, then you might as well not acknowledge me as your mother!

Fu Yanci was already extremely annoyed, and when he returned, he had to face Wu Huilan's unreasonable behavior, which made him even angrier.

He looked up, his stern gaze landing on Wu Huilan. "Fine!"

Wu Huilan was engrossed in disciplining her son and didn't notice what Fu Yanci said at all. She assumed that her threat had worked, since although her son wasn't close to her, he was still quite filial.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been willing to return to the Fu family back then.

"That's more like it, you..."

Wu Huilan was slow to react.

"What did you say?!"

Fu Yanci lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter onto the coffee table with a crisp sound.

"I will contact a lawyer right now to terminate your family trust and sever all ties with you as mother and son."

"You're insane!"

Wu Huilan was shocked and stood up abruptly from the sofa.

"I'm your mother! How dare you treat me like this!"

Your father betrayed me, and you're treating me like this too? What sins have I committed that you…”

"Shut up!"

Fu Yanci interrupted Wu Huilan's cries with a stern voice.

Wu Huilan was crying and making a scene when she was stopped by this shout.

She knew her son well and knew he was genuinely angry, so she didn't dare to cause any more trouble.

Fu Yanci, "If you want to cry or shout, go back to where you are and cry or shout. You got to where you are today because of your own choices. What did my dad do? Go and cry to him!"

As for my child, you have no right to interfere!

I won't say it a second time: let Liu Ma leave, or you can leave with her. The Fu family will never give you another penny!

After saying that, Fu Yanci got up and went upstairs.

Before Wu Huilan could say anything more, she called out, "Son."

Fu Yanci didn't even turn his head, leaving only one sentence.

"Leave Jingyuan now, or you'll never have the chance to come here again."

One sentence silenced Wu Huilan, who could only sob in grievance.

Fu Yanci heard the sound and stood on the stairs looking at Wu Huilan.

Wu Huilan looked at her son, knowing that he meant what he said, so she could only suppress her sobs, pick up her bag, and walk outside.

Liu Ma had originally thought she might have a chance to stay, but now she dared not hold any more hope and followed Wu Huilan away.

Fu Yanci finally had some peace and quiet. He closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and then walked towards his study.

The night was deep, and Fu Yanci sat by the window, looking out.

The cigarette between his fingers was still burning, and he was enveloped in a blue mist.

In the vast study, the man looked so lonely, his brows furrowed with endless sorrow.

As dawn broke, Fu Yanci stubbed out the last cigarette in the ashtray and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Wen Qingruan arrived at Gu Ying's studio early in the morning; today was the day for taking promotional photos.

After the makeup and styling were finished, the people in the studio couldn't help but exclaim that it wasn't that they were unsophisticated, but that Wen Qingruan was absolutely stunning.

She usually doesn't wear makeup, and she always keeps her head down and doesn't talk much. Her complexion isn't very good either, so she doesn't attract much attention, but you can still tell that her features are delicate.

Now, with her exquisite makeup, she looks breathtakingly beautiful under the spotlight.

The studio was extremely quiet, everyone was captivated by Wen Qingruan's beauty.

When Wen Qingruan was working at the ballet theater, she would also face the camera and take promotional photos.

But she had been out of the industry for five years and life had worn away her confidence.

Seeing that everyone was staring at her without saying a word, she assumed it was because she had performed terribly.

"Ms. Gu, I think I'd better not film it. I'm afraid I might..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Look at them, they're all speechless with admiration for you.

Who was it that questioned my decision to choose a spokesperson before?!

After Gu Ying finished speaking, the marketing director touched his nose and said, "Sister Gu, I was wrong, really wrong!"

Gu Ying gave the marketing director a look.

She noticed that Wen Qingruan was a little nervous, so she asked the other staff to leave first, leaving only the photographer in the studio.

Wen Qingruan stood in front of the camera and took a deep breath.

Photographer Chen Feng pointed his lens at Wen Qingruan and took several shots, but he was not satisfied with any of them.

Wen Qingruan could sense the photographer's attitude. She said "sorry" and seemed a little flustered.

Having worked for so long and met many models and celebrities, Gu Ying was well-prepared to choose Wen Qingruan as her spokesperson.

Wen Qingruan is not a professional artist, so it's normal for her to be reserved in front of the camera.

She thought for a moment and then turned on the stereo.

Wen Qingruan heard the sound of a violin.

This is Delibes' "Sylvia"—Pizzicato, a piece played entirely on the violin, light and agile, perfect for delicate, tiptoeing dances or fairy-like solos, exuding a cool and elegant charm.

Wen Qingruan rose on her tiptoes to the music, began to dance, and gradually became immersed in the dance.

The photographer seized the opportunity to press the shutter, and every frame was breathtakingly beautiful.

With her final leap, Wen Qingruan stretched out her limbs, like a white swan spreading its wings, ready to soar into the vast sky at any moment.

The photographer clapped excitedly.

"I've got it! I've got it!"

The music ended at that moment, and Wen Qingruan stood there, her chest heaving violently from the movements she had just made, but she felt a sense of exhilaration she had never experienced in the past five years.

She had always thought that she had long since accepted the cruel tricks of fate, and that her heart had long since died.

But just now, when she spun on tiptoe to the music, it was as if she were looking at the Wen Qingruan of the past across time and space.

After leaving the photography studio, Wen Qingruan stood by the roadside.

Looking at the bustling traffic before her, this was the first time she had really looked at the city since she returned.

She asked herself, am I really willing to accept this?

Is her life really going to be ruined because of that person?

A black RV suddenly stopped in front of her, the door opened, and Wen Qingruan saw the people inside.