But then she heard the woman on the other end of the phone try to make amends herself:

“Okay, once you’re done with this, let’s go on vacation as a family. Xunzhi said he hasn’t seen his dad in a long time.”

Fu Xunzhi, who was sitting in the back row, heard himself being called out. He looked up at his mother, who was blushing slightly, and called out "Dad" in a cooperative manner.

When Fu Sixiang thought of the mother and son, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, and he hummed in agreement with Song Xingyao's suggestion.

"Alright, see you at the old house later. I'm so glad to finally see you today."

After hanging up the phone, her expression returned to its frosty state.

"Take the documents and head to the Fu family's place. We also need to go back to the old house tonight."

Fu Bowen had just lost his temper in his office, and his assistant was scolded mercilessly but didn't dare to talk back.

As soon as they stepped outside, the receptionist downstairs told them that Fu Siming and Pei Jing had already taken the elevator up. Because Fu's Group was affiliated with the Fu family, even though the current president was Fu Bowen, no one dared to stop Fu Siming.

The assistant quickly knocked on the office door and rushed in to report, "President Fu, President Fu of Tiansheng is here."

Fu Bowen looked up at the person standing at the door, then looked outside. At this moment, Fu Siming, whom he had mentioned, was only a few steps away from the office.

The moment he stepped into the office, their eyes met in an unfriendly exchange, as if they already knew why he had come.

Fu Bowen gave him a wink, and his assistant immediately fled, then closed the door.

When the people in the secretariat heard that President Fu's younger brother, the President Fu from Tiansheng, had arrived, they all started discussing it curiously. "Didn't everyone hear that the two brothers didn't get along? Why did young President Fu suddenly come?"

A man next to her scoffed upon hearing her words, "Young Master Fu, Tiansheng is much larger than Fu's. It's hard to say who Young Master Fu is."

"...That's true, but we're still at the company, you can't exactly boost someone else's morale, can you?" she retorted with a glare.

"I do hope that Fu Siming can acquire Fu's Group as well. I heard that their new projects in overseas markets have been completed, and there are quite a few good opportunities."

"Tch, then aren't you going?" the female secretary retorted, somewhat displeased with his words.

"Hehe," he could only laugh awkwardly after being teased, "Well, they have to be willing to accept me first."

In the office, Fu Siming sat down directly opposite him without waiting for him to greet him. Pei Jing received a look from him and put the materials in his hand on the table.

Fu Bowen didn't rush to open it. Instead, he shrewdly sized him up: "Although this is the Fu Group, I don't think it's appropriate for my good brother to just barge into the president's office like this, is it?"

Fu Siming had no interest in dealing with him today, and his eyes were fixed on the things on the table.

Fu Bowen hurriedly unpacked the items, casually glancing at a few photos and materials. His smug expression from earlier was already gone.

Fu Siming sneered, "You're using the Fu Group to do this kind of thing, leaving so many loose ends, and you can still laugh?"

The undisguised sarcasm in his words instantly created a tense atmosphere in the room.

This was the first time Pei Jing had ever seen Fu Siming so blatantly ridicule someone, and that person was none other than his own brother.

Fu Bowen: "So? You're here to show off?"

“I don’t have as much free time as you. I’ll give you two choices: either throw away all the money involved, or go to jail and save yourself from making Grandpa sick.”

His words made Fu Bowen laugh out loud while sitting in his office chair: "Hahaha... So this is your real purpose, isn't it? My good brother, you seem to care about the old man, but your eyes are actually on the Fu Group? It's really hard for you to keep up this act for so long."

He stood up and clapped, then said somewhat excitedly, "Let me tell you, don't even think about it. Even if the shares of the Fu Group are sold to someone else, I won't let you hold them."

Fu Siming's deep eyes seemed to be lost in thought as he watched the man before him utter words that sounded like a declaration of war. He sighed and shook his head.

She stood up from her seat, her sharp eyes fixed on his somewhat out-of-control expression. "I have no interest in the Fu family, but what you've done involves them. Even if I'm not the one coming to you today, tomorrow it will be either your father or your grandfather. You'd better think about what to do."

He left those words behind, without even taking the materials from his desk, and swaggered out of the office, occasionally drawing curious glances along the way.

Fu Bowen swept all the documents off the table, his shrewd glasses concealing anger and resentment.

The Fu family's old residence.

When Jiang Man found out that Song Xingyao had regained her memory, she insisted on celebrating for her. Because of Fu Siming's instructions, almost no one else appeared around Song Xingyao.

So this was the first time Song Xingyao had returned to this place since returning to China.

It's not much different from four years ago, but my state of mind is completely different.

Jiang Man, who greeted them at the door, looked exactly the same as when they first met four years ago; there wasn't even a trace of extra fine lines on her face, and she remained as dignified as ever.

Watching Song Xingyao lead the child down from afar, Jiang Man's eyes were already wet with tears. She had once thought that Song Xingyao would never come back. Looking at Fu Siming's four years of waiting, thankfully, he still waited for her.

"Mom—", Song Xingyao called out the name with a slightly awkward tone.

Fu Xunzhi saw his grandmother crying and broke free from Song Xingyao's grasp.

"Grandma, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let me blow on it for you."

Fu Xunzhi's voice dispelled the somewhat melancholic atmosphere.

Even though Fu Siming didn't come back with them, Jiang Man didn't bother to complain. She pulled Song Xingyao to sit next to her and kept asking her all sorts of questions.

There was no mother-in-law and daughter-in-law atmosphere at all; it was more like meeting friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Not long after, Fu Siming returned to the old house. Song Xingyao stared at him and asked, "You're back?"

Her smiling face carried a long-lost sense of relaxation and ease, giving her an overall gentle feeling.

But even when she was close to him, Song Xingyao could still smell the sandalwood scent mixed with a slightly pungent tobacco smell on him.

It seems he went out for another social event. Song Xingyao knew he didn't smoke, so the smell could only have come from a social occasion.

Fu Siming said, "I'll go change my clothes."

At the dinner table, the family was enjoying themselves, and the quiet mansion was filled with a rare lively atmosphere.

The old man is in poor health, so he moved from the main house to a quieter courtyard in the back, and he didn't even come for dinner tonight.

At the dinner table, it was mostly Jiang Man and Song Xingyao who did the talking, while the men of the Fu family would only occasionally look up at their wives and give them a smile to show that they were listening.

After dinner, Jiang Man left the family of three at the old house, and Song Xingyao, unable to resist her enthusiasm, had no choice but to agree.

Fu Ting looked at Fu Siming and said, "Let Yao Yao chat with your mother for a while. You haven't been back for a long time, why don't you come with me to see your grandfather?"