Fu Yan looked at him with an innocent expression: "..."
Yu Muqing didn't want to see his pitiful and aggrieved look, so she snatched the newspaper from his hands, slapped it on the sofa next to her, and asked him, "So, are you going to come back and manage the Fu family or not?"
Fu Yan looked at him with red eyes, hesitant.
Yu Muqing got angry at his crying and stopped the urge to kick him. She took a breath and said, "You can't even beat me now. You have no strength and no fighting skills. Why should Xiao Xin stay with you? What do you have to protect him? Your tears?"
Fu Yan was speechless.
“Fu Yan, tears are worthless and can’t protect the people you want to protect,” Yu Muqing continued.
Fu Yan lowered his eyes, thought for two seconds, then looked up at Yu Muqing with a firm gaze: "Fine, I agree to let you return to the Fu family, but what you just said also stands."
Yu Muqing nodded, "Yes, as long as you subdue those old foxes and manage the Fu family well, you can do whatever you want after your uncle returns to the company."
Fu Yan nodded in agreement, and tried to get up from the ground by supporting himself with one hand, but he couldn't get the strength in his hand after getting halfway up, and fell to the ground with a "thud".
Yu Muqing rubbed his forehead; it seemed he really had gone a bit too far.
He had never hit Fu Yan before, and he had just used his full strength.
Thinking this, he beckoned to the butler beside him, "Please invite a few doctors."
The butler nodded: "Yes, Young Master Yu."
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Xiao Xin didn't drive. It was raining, and he walked for half an hour from the villa before leaving the community, holding an umbrella.
He cried all the way to the gate of the residential area before he calmed down.
He thought that once Fu Yan returned to the Fu family, he should be safe, at least with Yu Muqing there.
Xiao Xin stood in the security booth, took out his phone to call a taxi.
As dusk fell, a cold wind and torrential rain, mixed with snow, brought on the scene. It was uncertain whether anyone would accept the order in such extremely bad weather.
He had only waited two minutes when a white Bentley pulled up in front of him.
The car window slowly rolled down, and Mo Xuan, sitting in the driver's seat, tilted his head and called out to him, "Xiao Xin, get in the car."
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