"Forget it, I just mentioned it casually. You should just follow me." Mr. Fu San said again.

He thought that Fu An might not be willing to follow Song Qingci.

Fu An always felt that he would make a comeback in the future.

As a man, Fu An has ambitions and hopes for the future.

Just because he was calm inside didn't mean Fu An was willing to live a prosperous but mediocre life.

Moreover, Fu An considered himself the master, and asking him to follow a woman again might seem humiliating to him.

So forget it.

Mainly, from Song Qingci's perspective, what would her family and she think?

Since I have decided to let her go and have no further ties with her in the future, I will cut off all ties completely.

Giving her someone and still having ties with her is not my style.

Mr. Fu San thought that Fu An was unwilling to leave but could not resist, so he suggested that Song Qingci follow him.

Fu An: “…”

He didn't say anything, and the Third Master made the decision and then denied it on his own, and now he is back to where he started.

"Okay, Fu An, go down. I want to be alone."

Fu An stepped back.

Mr. Fu stared at the teacup in his hand for a long time.

He originally thought that this decision would be easy, but after making it, he felt as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out, and cold air was blowing in.

Habit is a terrible thing that makes people greedy and possessive.

He and Song Qingci had only been together for a few months, but they had already developed an inseparable relationship.

In the past, he didn't understand why his elder brother and his beloved woman were so inseparable from each other, even disregarding the overall situation and even giving up his status to be with her.

In the end, he ended up with such a miserable ending, but he still had no regrets.

Even though the woman he loved married someone else, he never changed his original intention.

If he put himself in Song Qingci's shoes, Mr. Fu San would probably understand a little bit.

——He is no longer a naive young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. His boiling blood has been poured into the battlefield.

Now he is calm and composed, and also thinks ahead and behind.

The little girl is a delicate flower that needs to grow in a greenhouse, but his life is destined to be full of storms.

If that's the case, how can I bear to drag her into this and watch her struggle in the storm?

No, the little girl is so pure and shouldn't be involved in this dirty circle.

For Mr. Fu San, in his previous life, things were divided into only two categories - things that should be done and things that should not be done. He acted decisively on the former, and would never touch the latter.

But now, the line is blurred.

He hesitated.

He clearly knew how to treat the little girl better, but he couldn't let her go.

He couldn't bear to do it.

Although he knew that he would have to let go in the end, the inner entanglement and reluctance at this moment was an unprecedented struggle for him.

The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots in it.

"Knock knock knock—" There was a gentle knock on the door.

It’s Fu An.

"Come in."

Fu An came in again, holding a tray with a pot of wine, a plate of fried peanuts, and cups and chopsticks on it.

He walked over and put the things on the table, "Third Master, the wine is warm."

Having followed Master Fu San for many years, he more or less understood what Master San was thinking now.

He thought that the Third Master needed to get drunk.

Mr. Fu San waved his hand: "No need."

He knew from a long time ago that it was useless to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Seeing him like this, Fu An became even more worried and couldn't help but ask, "Third Master, have you forgotten that you said earlier that something seemed to be wrong with Miss Song's mother and that you had already asked the capital to investigate. Are you confident in letting her go back now?"

"According to the time, there should be a reply soon." said Mr. Fu San.

In other words, this reason is not valid.

"What if Miss Song's mother really has a problem?"

"Then... we'll talk about it later."

Mr. Fu San couldn't bear to see Song Qingci fall into the schemes of others, but he also understood that if maternal love deteriorated, it would be tantamount to the collapse of faith for Song Qingci.

Then, who can the little girl cry to?

I let her go because I was afraid I would get deeper into trouble.

But if I let her go, I would feel worried.

Mr. Fu San was in a dilemma.

"If her family has problems, then following the Third Master is the best thing for her."

"Fu An, do you want to match me up with her?" asked Mr. Fu San.

Fu An: “…”

Can he say that he has also been jumping back and forth on this matter?

At first: Song Qingci is not worthy of the Third Master.

Later, for the sake of money, they were able to rescue him, and the third master felt wronged.

Later, Song Qingci was so innocent and beautiful that she shouldn't have been involved in the bloodless murder circle of the Third Master.

Later, that is, now, he felt that since the Third Master liked her, how could anyone else be worthy of marrying Song Qingci? Naturally, it was best to follow the Third Master.

So, Fu An nodded.

"I can't bear to destroy her." Master Fu San cast his eyes on the "stick" in the corner, stood up and said, "Fu An, get my gun!"

"Third Master?!" Fu An's eyes suddenly widened.

Since arriving at the mountain, Duanhun was cut into two parts by the Third Master, and the spear head was properly placed at the bottom of the box and never saw the light of day again.

Unexpectedly, the Third Master actually wants to take it out now.

Is it because of Song Qingci?

Fu An took out the gun tip, helped Master Fu San to hold it in place, then knelt on one knee and respectfully presented it to Master San with both hands.

At this moment, his heart was surging.