The villa's courtyard was long and noisy, but Song Qingyou's words reached Fu Wenzhou's ears intermittently.

The footsteps paused for a moment, and Fu Wenzhou handed the shopping bag in his hand to Fu Nan.

He holds prayer beads in his left hand and a staff in his right.

The person had already arrived at the living room door. Fu Bei stood up to greet them, and everyone else in the room stood up as well; no one dared to sit down.

Only Song Qingyou remained seated, holding a cup of tea and slowly sipping it.

Fu Changze dared not wait idly and followed after them.

"Wenzhou, you're back."

His attitude was completely different from before.

Fu Wenchang held a high position for many years, but had a very bad reputation in the industry. People treated him like they were seeing a living Yama.

It wasn't just because of the Fu family's status in the capital, but mostly because of his unconventional style.

Fu Wenzhou ignored Fu Changze and walked straight to Song Qingyou: "Why did you let them in?"

His voice carried a hint of concern, with a slightly lower tone at the end, possessing a clear and melodious quality that flowed into the ear and gradually became clearer.

Song Qingyou felt the itching in her throat become more pronounced.

Their eyes met, and she gasped for breath. She hadn't been able to see him clearly from a distance, but now Fu Wenzhou was standing right in front of her, so clear.

He had a faint, cool fragrance about him, which smelled like sandalwood, subtle and alluring.

It smelled the same as it did in the car last night...

Song Qingyou coughed lightly and said, "It would be embarrassing for such a large group of people to cause trouble outside. Besides, Yalin Villa is not just home to our family."

Upon hearing the words "our family," Fu Wenzhou's lips unconsciously curled up. However, when he turned to look at Fu Changze and the others, his eyes turned extremely indifferent. He glanced lightly at Fu Changze before looking away and sitting down next to Song Qingyou.

Fu Changze walked behind, his old face beaming with a forced smile, completely devoid of his earlier arrogance.

"Wenzhou, you're finally back! Look how many of us are waiting for you..."

Fu Wenzhou stroked his prayer beads, his cane set aside, and didn't look at Fu Changze once from beginning to end: "I heard you're planning to fight to the death?"

His voice, like his personality, was aloof and cold, yet it exuded a sense of danger.

Fu Changze's expression turned sour, but he didn't say anything more.

The real power in the Fu family is indeed in Fu Wenzhou's hands now. Three years ago, when they still had real power, they had to be mindful of his feelings, let alone now that they have been sidelined.

Upon Fu Wenzhou's arrival, Fu Changze dared not act rashly any longer and tried to smooth things over: "We didn't mean anything by it, but it's absolutely unacceptable for this Song family girl to want to enter our Fu family. The old man specifically chose the Ruan family's daughter for her. Are you planning to go against his last wishes? Only by forming a marriage alliance with the Ruan family can the Fu family's interests be maximized. Wenzhou, we're doing this all for your sake and for the good of the Fu family. How can you take back our shares just because of this!"

"When did it become your business to talk nonsense about my marriage?" Fu Wenzhou, who was never very patient, said coldly, "Fu Bei and Fu Nan, get them out of here."

Fu Wenzhou felt that talking to these people was a waste of time.

He also has to make breakfast for Youyou.

Fu Changze was furious, his face red and his neck bulging: "Fu Wenzhou! Now you've taken away all our shares, so we won't get a single penny of dividends in the future! You're trying to wipe us out! If you insist on doing this, then we'll have no choice but to drag our old bones to the Fu family's doorstep..."

"Go if you want, I don't mind helping you completely break down this old body." Fu Wenzhou's eyes were slanted, and his voice was cold and lazy.

Fu Changze glared angrily: "You!"

Fu Wenzhou said impatiently, "Get them out of here. If they disagree with my decision to take back the shares, beat them until they do."

Fu Changze was completely speechless, his chest heaving violently, clearly extremely angry.

He knew he couldn't reason with this inhuman mad dog!

These people insisted on making him come here today!

What's the point of having so many people here!

Fu Changze stormed off in anger, not wanting to stay any longer. Most importantly, he was afraid that if he left any later, he would be beaten and carried out of the courtyard.

Once Fu Changze left, the remaining people dared not linger. They were all terrified of Fu Wenzhou. They were afraid of him even on ordinary days, let alone now that Fu Changze was gone.

A large group of people arrived in a grand manner, but left looking disheveled.

“Fu Bei,” Song Qingyou suddenly called out.

Fu Bei looked up: "Madam."

Song Qingyou narrowed her eyes: "The guests have all left, aren't you going to see them off?"

Fu Bei paused, glanced at Song Qingyou meaningfully, and after a long while, a faint smile appeared on his lips, which vanished in an instant: "I'll send it."

A moment later, a shrill scream came from the doorway.

Fu Wenzhou was packing food and didn't even look up when he heard the call.

Song Qingyou rested her chin on her hand, watching his busy figure: "Why don't you ask what's making that noise outside?"

"There's nothing to ask," Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice. "From now on, when I'm not home, don't let any unrelated people into the house. What if they hurt you?"

Song Qingyou stood up and moved closer to Fu Wenzhou, hugging his lean waist from behind, tilting her head to look at him: "With Fu Bei here, he can't hurt me."

Fu Wenzhou frowned, threw down the vegetables in his hand, wiped his hands, turned around, and pinched Song Qingyou's chin with one hand, forcing her to look up at him: "Youyou, why do I sound so jealous?"

Song Qingyou couldn't help but smile: "Why are you so jealous?"

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly: "Your sense of security can only come from me, no one else can."

Song Qingyou muttered under her breath, "Domineering."

"So what if I'm domineering?" Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and bit Song Qingyou's lower lip as punishment.

Song Qingyou gasped and raised her hand to hit his head: "Are you a dog? Why do you bite?"

Fu Wenzhou didn't actually use much force, but the girl was too delicate. It seemed like she could be broken with the slightest touch. After he bit her, he didn't let go and lightly pecked at her lips.

Song Qingyou reached out and pushed him, panting slightly as she said, "It's the weekend today."

"Um?"

"So, how about a date, Mr. Fu?"