The day I returned home was sunny and breezy.
The winter snow melted, and the long winter finally came to an end, ushering in a bright and gentle spring in March.
Fu Wenzhou's wounds have all healed, leaving no scars whatsoever.
He held a lion-shaped staff, stopped outside the cabin, and turned his body slightly to the side, as if waiting for someone.
A moment later, the person he was waiting for appeared. The man had a smile on his face, holding a cane in his right hand and stretching his left hand forward.
Those hands were extremely beautiful, with long, slender fingers, large palms, and a slender, elegant shape.
Two seconds later, a slender, smaller hand appeared on top of the palm, interlocking with the ten fingers of the large hands.
Song Qingyou wore a plain white cheongsam with a white shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long hair was held up with only a wooden hairpin, her eyebrows were as dark as ink, and her eyes were misty.
The moment she stepped down, everything around her lost its color, as if she were the only bright spot in spring.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes never left her. Holding Song Qingyou's hand, the two walked slowly forward.
Yun Nian and Fu Bei walked behind.
"This is too much, really too much!" Yun Nian glared angrily at the two figures in front of her, gritting her teeth in fury.
Fu Bei was in charge of carrying the luggage, and acted as if he didn't hear Yun Nian speaking.
Yun Nian continued nagging, "Did you see Fu Wenzhou's smug look on his face? It's absolutely hateful! Fu Bei, don't you think so too?"
Fu Bei didn't even glance at him: "I'm older than you, so call me brother."
"?" Yun Nian's eyes widened: "Why should I call you brother?"
"Oh, you can call me uncle if you want," Fu Bei said emotionlessly.
"..." Yun Nian turned her face away angrily: "You are just as hateful as Fu Wenzhou! You both bully me because I'm young!"
Fu Bei glanced at him. In this life, he disliked talking more than anything else, and he disliked others talking.
The child in front of me was clearly a chatterbox; his mouth never stopped chattering the whole way, more like a machine gun.
Fu Bei ignored him and quickened his pace without making a sound.
As Yun Nian was talking, she realized that no one was around her, which made her already unhappy mood even worse.
A spring breeze was blowing outside the airport, and Song Chang was already waiting there.
Upon seeing them, he quickly reached out to greet them: "Mr. Fu, Miss, over here!"
Song Chang hadn't seen his young lady for almost two months, and when he saw Song Qingyou, he almost burst into tears. "Miss, you've lost so much weight."
Song Qingyou laughed and said, "Uncle Chang, you're exaggerating."
With Yun Nian's help to recuperate over the past month, and her own attention to diet and sleep, she has actually gained quite a bit of weight.
Song Chang looked at Fu Wenzhou again, and when he saw the cane in his hand, he was suddenly stunned: "Young Master Fu, you...you're having leg problems?"
Fu Wenzhou: "...Uncle Chang, can't you wish me well for once?"
Song Qingyou smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Chang, he just injured his leg and has difficulty moving around right now. He will recover in two months, so you don't need to worry."
"That's good, that's good!"
Yun Nian chimed in from the side, "Isn't that because of my excellent medical skills!"
Song Chang finally noticed the boy behind him, and excitedly walked over to shake Yun Nian's hand: "You must be Master Yun Fang's disciple! I didn't expect you to be so talented at such a young age. You have truly surpassed your master!"
Yun Nian was overjoyed by the praise, but on the surface she lowered her head shyly: "It's...it's alright, it's just a tiny bit amazing."
Fu Wenzhou scoffed coldly: "Stop pretending."
Yun Nian: "..." Why not just develop a drug to poison him and make him mute?
Song Chang opened the car door: "Get in first, we'll talk when we get home."
The car sped along the road. The airport wasn't exactly close to Yalin Villa, but Song Chang drove fast, and they arrived in just over half an hour.
After getting off the bus, Song Chang took Yun Nian to arrange accommodation, and Fu Bei followed along.
When Song Qingyou returned to her home after more than two months away, she heard that familiar mechanical voice again and had a strange feeling of being in another world.
Welcome back to Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou's home.
Song Qingyou felt a little sore, and Fu Wenzhou gently kneaded her waist with his large hand: "Baby, we're home."
"Mmm," Song Qingyou said, "I'm finally home safely."
After spending two months abroad, Song Qingyou missed her motherland terribly.
Only on this land can Song Qingyou feel a sense of belonging.
Clanging and rattling sounds came from inside the house.
Fu Wenzhou's eyelids twitched, his eyes narrowed slightly, he pushed open the door, and slowly walked in, cane in hand. When he saw the messy living room, his face suddenly darkened: "Zhouzhou!"
The kitten was destroying the sofa with its sharp claws. Its two shiny black eyes rolled around, and with a kick of its hind legs, it pounced on Fu Wenzhou and started biting his arm.
It's as if it's accusing someone of abandoning it, a cat, for so long.
Fu Wenzhou watched with a dark expression as the kitten gnawed at his arm. After a while, the kitten probably felt it had vented enough, jumped off Fu Wenzhou, meowed, and lay down at Song Qingyou's feet, scratching at her skirt with its paws.
Song Qingyou bent down and hugged the kitten in her arms, her smile gentle: "Little Zhouzhou, did you miss me?"
The kitten meowed even more sweetly, nuzzling its fluffy head into Song Qingyou's arms.
Fu Wenzhou stood to the side, his face contorted with rage.
He'd never seen such a hypocritical cat!
The day after Song Qingyou returned to China, she went to the Song Corporation. Too many projects were backlogged, and she had to handle each one personally.
Once the company is on track and stable, Song Qingyou wants to hire a professional team to manage Song's Group, just like Fu Wenzhou.
She needs to take good care of her health now and can't overwork herself anymore. She promised Fu Wenzhou that she would spend her whole life with him, and not a second less than that wouldn't count as a lifetime. So she needs to work extra hard to live on.
However, before that, Song Qingyou had another matter to deal with.
In the prison corridor.
Song Qingyou sat in the chair, flipping through a large stack of documents in her hand. After confirming that nothing was missing, she glanced down at the time.
"Miss Song, you may now visit."
Song Qingyou stood up and nodded slightly to the prison guard: "Thank you."
He turned and went inside.
After many days, when Song Qingyou saw Song Yuan again, she felt nothing at all, as if the person sitting opposite her was not the father she had hated all her life, but just an ordinary stranger.
Song Yuan looked much older, with graying temples and a noticeably thinner figure. He exuded a listless and depressed aura.
Surprisingly, Song Yuan remained calm, and even managed to smile when facing Song Qingyou: "Long time no see, my dear daughter."
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