"How's the investigation going?" Fu Yijian asked in a deep voice.

"President, we have asked the secretary and it is true," the assistant replied.

The earring incident mentioned in Lucia's recording did exist, but it could not prove that there was a direct connection between He Miaoran and Ye Ruohuan's miscarriage.

Fu Yijian naturally understood this principle.

The assistant paused, then hesitantly said, "President, the secretary also revealed something."

"explain."

"The secretary said that the old lady went to the studio several times to talk with Miss He. One time, the secretary heard them... plotting to break up you and Miss Ye."

The assistant said later that he heard silence on the other end of the line and his heart began to beat wildly.

Fu Yijian's eyes contained a murderous intent. Before today, he didn't know that his mother had conspired with others to break up him and Ye Ruohuan.

His mother has a position, but why would He Miaoran, an outsider, do this?

This reminded Fu Yijian of He Miaoran's previous confession, and putting the two together, everything was explained.

Fu Yijian held the phone tightly, veins popping out on his hands, as if he was going to crush the phone. His eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger, and he felt that every cell in his body was clamoring.

The assistant also didn't expect that someone who looked gentle and kind on the outside could be so vicious and cruel on the inside.

After a long time, Fu Yijian suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a cold voice: "Don't let Huanhuan know about this."

Fu Yijian paused for a moment, then continued, "Also, complete Huanhuan's resignation procedures as soon as possible."

The assistant replied: “Yes.”

Fu Yijian would never let anyone have a second chance to hurt Ye Ruohuan. Although there was still one step left to confirm that He Miaoran was the one who caused Ye Ruohuan to have a miscarriage, He Miaoran had bad intentions, which was enough to convict him.

He would not let a woman like this get close to Ye Ruohuan, let alone let her have any contact with Ye Ruohuan.

Ye Ruohuan is still shrouded in the grief of losing her child. If she is stimulated again, she will definitely not be able to bear the burden psychologically.

This is also Fu Yijian’s only worry.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into the bright bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ye Ruohuan's eyelashes trembled slightly and she woke up slowly from her sleep.

She turned her head subconsciously, reached out her hand and felt something cold, but there was no one next to her.

A lonely look appeared on Ye Ruohuan's face. The room was very quiet and warm, but she felt very lonely and cold.

When she lifted the quilt and stood up, the door opened. Ye Ruohuan looked over in a daze and saw Fu Yijian appear at the door in home clothes.

Gradually regaining consciousness, Ye Ruohuan looked at Fu Yijian walking towards her in surprise.

"Why are you..." At this time, hadn't Fu Yijian already gone to the company?

Fu Yijian personally squatted down, put on cotton slippers for Ye Ruohuan, and answered her doubts: "There is nothing going on in the company today."

Ye Ruohuan had a slightly stunned expression on her face, and let Fu Yijian carry her to the bathroom to wash up.

Fu Yijian considerately squeezed toothpaste for her, washed her face, and helped her put on clothes, with gentle and caring movements.

When Ye Ruohuan came to her senses, she was already sitting in the dining room, watching Fu Yijian's busy back in the kitchen.

Maybe there is nothing wrong with the company and it is just an excuse.

Even if Ye Ruohuan was slow, she knew who Fu Yijian was doing this for. Her eyes were slightly hot, and she lowered her head suddenly, raising her hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

After breakfast, Fu Yijian said, "I'll quit your job for you. Just concentrate on preparing for the competition at home and go back to work next year, okay?"

Fu Yijian's negotiating tone carried an irresistible hint.

Ye Ruohuan nodded silently. In fact, it was a good thing this way, so that she wouldn't be reminded of the past when she went to that place.

Fu Yijian gently wiped Ye Ruohuan's mouth with paper and asked softly, "What do you want to do today? I'll accompany you."

Ye Ruohuan was silent. She looked at Fu Yijian's gentle eyes, thought for a moment, and said slowly, "I want to paint."

"Okay." Fu Yijian stood up, rubbed Ye Ruohuan's head with his big hand, then walked into the study and took out Ye Ruohuan's painting supplies.

After Fu Yijian had completed all the preparations, Ye Ruohuan slowly walked over, sat on the soft wool carpet, and opened the sketchbook with her delicate hands, on which there were two unfinished works.

One is the design of a contest entry, and the other is the design of a dragon and phoenix bracelet for children.

Ye Ruohuan pursed her lips, and her nose couldn't help but feel sore at the sight. She took a deep breath and said to Fu Yijian who had been standing there, "There is a color card in the second drawer. Can you help me get it?"

Fu Yijian glanced at the page in the sketchbook calmly, and walked into the study again without saying a word.

Fu Yijian opened the second drawer on the left side of the desk, paused, and his eyes fell on a brocade box.

Except for Fu Yijian, no one knew that there was a pair of rings lying inside.

That was booked by Fu Yijian in France. Before he went to France, he promised Ye Ruohuan, "When I come back, we will get the marriage certificate."

However, when he returned, everything had changed.

After the accident, Fu Yijian put the matter aside.

Fu Yijian was silent for a moment, took out the color card that Ye Ruohuan mentioned, and then closed the drawer.

Fu Yijian's footsteps sounded, and Ye Ruohuan hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, kept her head down, took the color card, and said sullenly: "Thank you."

For the entire morning, Fu Yijian silently watched Ye Ruohuan complete the unfinished entry.

Painting is a good way to release emotions. When Ye Ruohuan is immersed in design, she puts all her worries and sorrows behind her.

Fu Yijian watched Ye Ruohuan's last stroke, but she suddenly turned around and asked, "What will you name it?"

Fu Yijian glanced at her calmly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He hugged Ye Ruohuan into his arms and said, "Cui Xian."

Green fairy?

The fragrance and beauty are as beautiful as a green fairy, and the flying phoenix and jade phoenix have come down to earth.

Ye Ruohuan muttered to herself, what a meaningful name! Fu Yijian really understood her thoughts.

She smiled with satisfaction, the first smile from the bottom of her heart in many days.

Fu Yijian looked at the work and had a hunch that Ye Ruohuan would become famous overnight with this work.

For the entire morning, Ye Ruohuan did not mention the woman who caused her miscarriage last night. She seemed to have forgotten about the incident and began to return to her peaceful life.

Fu Yijian's eyes were dark and unclear. Looking at Ye Ruohuan like this, should he feel relieved or sad?

…

In the morning, when He Miaoran returned to the studio, there was suddenly a letter of resignation on her desk.

He Miaoran raised his eyes, looked at the secretary, and asked in a cold voice: "What do you mean?"

The secretary's resignation without any reason made He Miaoran suspicious.