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Chapter 73 Waiting for her to slowly walk to my side
An Xiaoyue already had an idea in mind. She lowered her head and carefully spoke it aloud.
"I want to restore the facts. I want to personally restore the original truth of the matter in written form."
Confront those who spread rumors, and engage in online arguments with keyboard warriors.
This task itself requires strong mental fortitude.
The ultimate outcome of cyberbullying is mostly negative.
There are countless cases where victims, even after being exonerated, are still wounded and scarred.
She knew how much Fu Shengyang valued luck.
She worried that Fu Shengyang, for the sake of the child, would disregard her feelings and use ruthless methods to clean up the mess.
Even knowing that Fu Shengyang might not agree, she still voiced her thoughts.
“Okay.” He supports whatever Xiaoyue wants to do. “This matter involves a lot of people. I’ll tell you everything when we get home.”
Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyue suddenly looked up and stared blankly at Fu Shengyang.
This feeling of being respected is as reassuring as having your feet firmly planted on the ground.
She felt grateful and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fu."
Mr. Fu.
Fu Shengyang smiled. Why did he forget to include the matter of the form of address in the conditions back then?
Regret is useless; you can only wait for the next opportunity.
Fu Shengyang didn't speak, but simply held her hand in his large hand, gently rubbing her nails with his fingertips.
The ticklish sensation felt like it was scraping against her heart.
Xiaoyue is still young, and she always needs someone to protect and support her growth.
Fortunately, this person was him, her legal husband.
He has a lifetime to love her, to wait for her to discover his love, and to wait for her to slowly come to his side.
As soon as the car entered Fu Garden, the butler came up to greet him, "Young Master, the Old Master wants you to come directly there when you return."
"Okay," Fu Shengyang replied calmly.
An Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat. The housekeeper stopped Fu Shengyang here. Did Grandpa Fu know about this?
Will Grandpa Fu believe these negative comments and become very disappointed in her?
Grandpa Fu was so good to her, and she didn't want to disappoint him.
She tried to appear nonchalant and relaxed, saying, "I'm going to Hongshan Hall to see my mother, then I'll go back to Shuixie Residence to wait for you."
She called Xiao Gao on her way back, but she was still a little worried.
The combination of cyberbullying and the daughter's concealment will cause the mother great pain.
No mother can stand by and watch her daughter be bullied and forced to bend over for a living without being moved.
“Young Madam, Mrs. An is also at Songtao Garden.” Uncle Fu said politely with a smile, “The old master came back with a painting and is looking for Mrs. An to appraise it.”
My mother can also appreciate paintings?
An Xiaoyue had never seen her mother engage in any art forms related to painting or calligraphy.
However, it's good that Mom and Grandpa Fu can find things to do to pass the time when they're both at home.
Fu Shengyang knew what she was worried about, so he put his arm around her waist and said softly, "Let's go together."
"Hmm." An Xiaoyue's steps followed Fu Shengyang's, but her fingers uncontrollably picked at the skin that had turned up on her thumb.
Do Grandpa Fu and Mom already know? How will she deal with it?
The snow on the bluestone road was swept to both sides of the road. When the snow melted, the weather became very cold and the ground became wet.
Even wearing a thick coat that reaches my ankles, the chill still spreads from my ankles throughout my body.
She didn't speak, but Fu Shengyang still sensed her slowed pace.
He looked down and saw that the tip of her nose was slightly red from the cold. "Uncle Fu, have Aunt Cui bring a set of loungewear for the young mistress."
After Fu Shengyang finished speaking, he quickened his pace, "We'll be at Grandpa's soon. His room has a fireplace burning, so it'll be warm."
"Mmm." An Xiaoyue obediently replied, her heart fluttering slightly.
Fu Shengyang is very thoughtful.
Uncle Fu's gaze fell on the young mistress's feet, and he then noticed that she was wearing flat shoes, which looked nice but weren't warm.
He was busy looking for the young master, so he stopped the young master's car at the gate of Fu Garden. Otherwise, the car could have taken the young mistress directly back to Shuixie Residence.
It was his oversight not to consider that the young mistress might be cold in her outfit.
Feeling guilty for neglecting his duty, Uncle Fu immediately called Aunt Cui.
Songtao Garden.
An Jiaren and Fu Jinyun stood in front of an unfolded painting.
After a period of treatment with traditional Chinese medicine, An Jiaren's overall condition improved significantly.
He has now completely left the wheelchair and can walk independently.
Her complexion was rosy and she looked well.
With the passage of time, her noble and elegant temperament has become even more pronounced.
When talking to Fu Jinyun about the master's posthumous works, he became even more eloquent.
After receiving her confirmation that it was genuine, Fu Jinyun said she would send it to Leng Shide.
An Jiaren said, "My father used to talk about this painting often. If I were to give it to him, I would have to drop everything and go have a drink with you."
“I won’t drink with him. He’s that age, and I’m afraid your brothers will scold me,” Fu Jinyun joked.
When you get old, nothing is better than being free from illness and pain.
Taking care of your health, avoiding illness and hospitalization, also prevents you from causing trouble for your children.
"No, your brothers know you two have a good relationship."
Just then, An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang returned.
"Why are you back so early?"
Fu Jinyun was looking for her grandson, but they returned shortly after they left.
"Has that kid Yu Bai gotten himself into trouble again?"
That kid from the Ji family is rebellious by nature. He's been tough and thick-skinned since he was a child, all thanks to his father's beatings with a bamboo stick.
However, a son cannot be born from a gold bar; Ji Yubai, that kid, loves to challenge his father.
"No, I just had something to take care of," Fu Shengyang said evasively. "Grandpa called me over, what's the matter?"
"Oh, the kitchen has made some soup, I'd like you to come and have some."
An Jiaren remained silent, sensing the deeper meaning behind the conversation: drinking soup was just an excuse; they probably had something to discuss.
She tactfully said, "Uncle Fu, I'll head back now."
"Mom, wait a moment, Xiaoyue will change her clothes and come with you," Fu Shengyang said.
He didn't know what his grandfather wanted to say to him. Xiaoyue was worried about her mother, so he thought it would be better to let her go to Hongshan Hall. He would finish talking to his grandfather and then pick her up to go back to Shuixie Residence.
An Xiaoyue immediately chimed in, "Mom, my ankle got cold on the way back, and I'm still not warm. I want to drink your sweet potato and ginger soup."
An Jiaren is such a smart and insightful person.
She was pampered by her brothers from a young age, and later she took Xiaoyue to see all walks of life on her own.
How could she not see that the others were intentionally trying to keep it from her?
Cui Ma delivered the clothes quickly. After changing into loose, fluffy pajamas, An Xiaoyue, wearing a rabbit-ear hat, took An Jiaren's hand and returned to Hongshan Hall.
Seeing that everyone had left, Fu Jinyun told the servants to leave.
Fu Jinyun's face darkened, her previous gentle and loving demeanor vanished.
"What's going on with what's happening online?"
Fu Shengyang's eyebrows twitched.
He said, "Grandpa, you like Xiaoyue. Just remember that she is the Xiaoyue you know, not the Xiaoyue on the internet."