Fu Heng, despite his illness, got up and walked downstairs.

Soon, the doorbell rang.

"They've arrived." Fu Heng went to open the door and saw Madam Fu and his cousin Zhou Qi standing outside.

"Mom, cousin, what brings you here?" Fu Heng forced an awkward smile.

"My aunt said you're keeping a mistress at home, so we came to take a look." Zhou Qi said with a smile as he and Madam Fu entered the villa, and he peeked out as if searching for something.

Mrs. Fu looked puzzled. "Son, didn't you say you had a friend taking care of you? Where is he?"

"Where is anyone? Mom, I was just kidding! I didn't want you to worry!"

Madam Fu clearly didn't believe her. "Aheng, have you hidden him?"

"No, Mom, you're overthinking it." Bo Jingcheng's eyes darted away. He would never tell them that Jiang Xinyue was hiding in the fitting room upstairs.

Madam Fu insisted on going upstairs to take a look, but Fu Heng tried to stop her.

His actions aroused Madam Fu's curiosity. "Aheng, are you hiding someone upstairs because you won't let us go upstairs?"

Just as Fu Heng was desperately trying to stop Madam Fu from going upstairs, Zhou Qi seemed to sense something, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, and he casually walked towards the stairs.

"Aheng, your reaction is so strange, Auntie. Maybe there's something fishy going on." Zhou Qi said, quickening her pace. Seeing this, Fu Heng was extremely anxious and rushed over to grab Zhou Qi's arm.

"Cousin, it's really nothing, don't make wild guesses." Fu Heng's voice was filled with anxiety and pleading.

Zhou Qi forcefully broke free from Fu Heng's hand, saying, "Ah Heng, the way you're hiding things only makes people more suspicious."

Having said that, she had already stepped onto the stairs.

Madam Fu followed closely behind, her eyes full of inquiry.

Left with no other choice, Fu Heng had to bite the bullet and follow behind.

At this moment, Jiang Xinyue, who was hiding in the fitting room upstairs, heard the conversation downstairs clearly. Her heart was in her throat, and she was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe.

She covered her mouth tightly with her hand, afraid of making a sound.

When Madam Fu and Zhou Qi arrived at Fu Heng's room, they were puzzled to find it empty.

"Mom, cousin, you can see for yourselves that there is no one else in the house except me."

The lady paced around the room, her sharp eyes scanning every corner, ignoring Fu Heng's words. Zhou Qi went straight to the wardrobe, yanked open the door, and found the clothes inside neatly arranged, nothing unusual.

"Aheng, is your friend a man or a woman? I thought you were in love when you told me earlier! How come you've disappeared without a trace?" Madam Fu stopped and stared intently at Fu Heng, her words full of suspicion.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fu Heng's forehead. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Mom, I really don't have any friends. I just made that up when I was sick and confused. Please don't ask anymore."

Zhou Qi persisted, searching the room thoroughly. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the closed door of the fitting room, and a smile appeared on her lips: "Aheng, what's in here?"

With that, he strode toward the fitting room.

When Jiang Xinyue heard this in the fitting room, her heart sank and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably. Her mind raced, but she couldn't think of any way to deal with it. She could only hope that Fu Heng could stop them.

Seeing that things were not going well, Fu Heng rushed to the door of the fitting room, spread his arms to block the way, and said with unprecedented determination: "Cousin, there are only some odds and ends in this fitting room, there's nothing to see, so don't bother."

Madam Fu frowned, her displeasure growing more pronounced: "Aheng, your behavior today is too abnormal. Move aside, I want to see what's hidden in this fitting room!"

As she spoke, she forcefully pulled on Fu Heng's arm.

Fu Heng gritted his teeth and pressed himself firmly against the door, refusing to yield an inch, but he couldn't withstand the pulling and tugging of Madam Fu and Zhou Qi.

Just then, Fu Heng suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, and the fitting room door was knocked open.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.

Jiang Xinyue gave an awkward smile and waved to them, "Hi! Hello, Auntie!"

"Jiang Xinyue, how could it be you?" Madam Fu was shocked when she saw that the woman Fu Heng was keeping as a mistress was Jiang Xinyue.

"Why are you wearing my cousin's clothes? Are you two living together?" Cousin Zhou Qi pointed at Jiang Xinyue's white shirt.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue quickly waved her hand, looking nervous, and said, "No, no, you've misunderstood."

At this moment, Fu Heng also got up from the ground and immediately shielded Jiang Xinyue behind him.

"Mom, it's not what you think. I got drunk last night and developed a fever in the middle of the night. Xinyue brought me back and took care of me all night."

Madam Fu wouldn't listen to Fu Heng's explanation at all. She scolded Jiang Xinyue, "Miss Jiang, you're just a designer in our company. How could you be with my son? Have you forgotten what you promised us?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue was immediately embarrassed and forced herself to say, "Auntie, I'm sorry. I will definitely keep my promise to you."

"So what's the meaning of you wearing my son's clothes and staying in my son's house?"

Fu Heng was completely confused. "Mom, what are you talking about? What did Xin Yue promise you? And when did you two meet?"

Madam Fu snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and her eyes were full of dissatisfaction with Jiang Xinyue. "Aheng, you're still in the dark! This Miss Jiang promised me before that she wouldn't get too entangled with you and would keep her distance. Now look what's happened, not only taking care of you when you're sick, but also wearing your clothes, a man and a woman alone in a room together, what kind of behavior is this!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Heng turned to look at Jiang Xinyue, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, "Is what my mother said true?"

Jiang Xinyue took a deep breath. Since Madam Fu didn't try to hide it and Fu Heng already knew about it, there was no need for her to conceal it anymore.

"However, Madam and the Chairman did approach me before, asking me to leave the company and leave President Fu. I agreed that I would resign and leave once the company's projects were completed."

Upon hearing this, Fu Heng grabbed her wrist, his eyes filled with hurt. "Why? Jiang Xinyue, I won't let you leave!"

Jiang Xinyue looked at Fu Heng and involuntarily withdrew her hand. "Mr. Fu, please don't do this. I'm just an ordinary designer, and there's too much of a gap between our statuses. Besides, I've been married before and have children. We're not suitable for each other."

“I don’t care!” Fu Heng blurted out immediately, looking at her earnestly, completely forgetting that Madam Fu and the others were still there. “Jiang Xinyue, the one I love has always been you. Even if you’ve been married and have children, I don’t care.”