g up Fu Yan's injured hand, "Does it hurt""It doesn't hurt, it's medicated." Fu Yan followed the flow and pulled her hand out of Huo Mingzheng's grip. "Send me back, I don't want to stay here anymore....After Shen Wei left, Fu Yan walked into the tea room from the corner.

Little Liu, upon seeing her, immediately said: “You’re right, Director Shen also has a brooch exactly like yours. However, she doesn't seem too willing to tell me where she bought it.”

"Let me help you look for it when I turn around." Fu Yan smiled and patted Xiao Liu's arm. "Thanks."

Watching her walk out of the tea room, Xiao Liu was utterly baffled. Why should he thank Fu Yanqian

Fu Yan sat at her desk, looking serious.

The brooch was a gift from Uncle Huo before he passed away, and she cherished it dearly. She thought she had lost it in Huo Mingzheng's room that day and went back to the resort to look for it, but couldn't find it. So, she guessed it might have fallen off in Shen Wei's room.

Today, using my colleague's probing, she was right as expected, the brooch had been picked up by Shen Wei.

That was custom-made by Uncle Huo, the only one in the world. It's only a matter of time before they find it on her.

Now Shen Wei also knows, according to her character it's impossible she wouldn't take action.

And she had been living in fear for so many days, once she hit rock bottom and fought back, she would go all out, the situation would be more dangerous than ever before, even potentially life-threatening.

...and that was the opportunity that allowed people like Fu Yan to rise to prominence.

She took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone connected, “Xiao Yan, how do you have time to call me”

Fu Yan didn't beat around the bush. She went straight to the point, "Sister Ji Qing, can you lend me a few bodyguards"

Qiqing is Qilin's older sister. She has watched Fuyan grow up since she was little, treating her like a younger sister. Without asking the reason, she readily agreed, "Okay, when do you need it"

"Right away, can I"

No problem.

The season was stormy and the wind howled fiercely. Five minutes later, the bodyguard contacted Fu Yan with a message, "Miss Fu, we have six people here, ready to follow your orders at any time."

......

After work, Fu Yan went back to her old house.

As soon as she entered, she wanted to call out for her mother. Liu Jie whispered, "Madam just fell asleep."

After the incident, Song Qing霜's circadian rhythm was severely disrupted. She would sleep during the day and be unable to fall asleep at night. She was naturally timid, and that day's experience had deeply shaken her. She frequently found herself replaying scenarios of being attacked in her mind.

Fu Yan intended to adjust her sleep schedule back to normal. She went upstairs to the master bedroom. Song Qing霜 wasn't sleeping very soundly; there was a calming essential oil burning in the room, with a faint fruity scent.

"Mom." She stood by the bed and bent over, calling out softly.

Song Qing霜 slowly turned awake, looking exhausted. In the soft glow, she saw Fu Yan's face, "Yan Yan."

“I will be back to Guangzhou tomorrow, my father’s death anniversary is approaching.”

Song Qing霜 was in a daze and nodded.

Actually, she didn't remember her father-in-law's death anniversary very well. Every time, it was Fu Yan who reminded her. At first, she would accompany Fu Yan back to Guangcheng, but later, when Fu Yan grew up, she never went back again.

Their marriage wasn't strong, and not long after her father passed away, she met Huo family's Fifth Master and married into the Huo family.

In fact, everyone knows that Fu Yan knows her mother loves money. Although her father's fish farm was profitable in the past, it's still worlds apart from the real wealthy and powerful people.

Fu Yan will not force her to make a choice.

"I'm away these days, take care of yourself."

She didn't know what kind of accidents might happen, even with Qiqing's bodyguard secretly protecting her. She wasn't sure she could guarantee her safety, but this was such a good opportunity. If she didn't take the risk, she feared she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Whether or not Song Qing霜 heard her, she turned over and burrowed deeper into the quilt. Fu Yan called out to her several times but got no response, so she had no choice but to give up.training her.The originally spacious fitting room felt cramped and suffocating upon his entrance, the air pressure seemingly dropping several points.Fu Yan's body tensed up.Then came a faint sound.Loc...