Mingzheng's attitude was extremely cold, smoking a cigarette, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.Qin Heng shivered, fearlessly continuing, "The thing you called me to do last night, wasn't it because...Fu Yan got up and used her phone to order takeout before going to wash.

Just as she finished her skincare routine, the doorbell rang.

To her surprise, standing at the door was Huo Yuan's driver, the one she had seen before.

"Miss Fu, this is from Mr. Huo," the driver said as he handed her a beautiful food box.

Fu Yan's heart suddenly tightened.

If she had been in the past, she would have readily accepted this because it was her older brother showing his love for her. But now this relationship, once simple familial affection, has become complicated, leaving her feeling helpless.

The driver, seeing that she hadn't moved, smiled and said, "Mr. Huo said he doesn't eat Guangcheng cuisine. Since the kitchen has already prepared it, why don't you try some"

Fu Yan nodded and took the food box, closing the door.

She placed the lunchbox on the table, opened the lid, and sure enough, it was all Cantonese-style dishes, the ones she loved. Just smelling the aroma made her feel like home.

It seems that Huo Yuan has spent a lot of effort finding a chef.

Just then, her phone rang.

She subconsciously thought it was Huo Yuan calling, but it turned out to be her mother who was far away in Lyon.

"Mom," Fu Yan picked up the phone.

Song Qing霜 sighed, “Why are you sending me money again I have a job, you don’t need to send me money.”

Fu Yan's heart felt a little uncomfortable.

The mother stayed in Lyon because she didn't want to be a burden on her family back home and also wanted a fresh start in a new environment.

Fu Yan did not force her to return to China with him. She simply cut off the living expenses that Ji Lin and Fu Hanlin had previously given her, leaving some money for her and saying that she would send her money every month once she started working.

... she didn't expect her mother never touched the money.

She also only learned later that her mother had found a job in Lyon. She knew a little French, but not much; it was enough to work at a convenience store.

No one expected that Song Qing霜, who was used to a life of luxury, would go to work at a convenience store after leaving the Huo family. She rarely visited such places before.

In her own words, she used to care about appearances but now that she's in Lyon, nobody knows her anyway.

Actually, Fu Yan knew in her heart that it was after Huo Jing's miscarriage that their mother received a lesson and thoroughly recognized her own situation, leading to the thought of leaving the Huo family. Otherwise, when she said she wanted to leave Nancheng before, her mother wouldn't have left with her without hesitation.

>And later, she had a miscarriage, which was a great blow to her mother. Her mother felt very sorry for her for quite some time.

She would wash her heart and change her ways, which wasn't too surprising for someone like Fu Yan.

My mother may just be vain, but deep down she still loves me. Before, when I introduced her to potential partners, it was those pretentious wealthy women who misled her.

She is greedy, but also simple-minded.

Fu Yan retracted her thoughts and changed the subject, "I have a holiday next month, I'll go to Lyon to see you."

Song Qing霜 heard this and was obviously very happy, smiling and saying, "Really"

"Of course."

"After chatting for a while, Fu Yan only then remembered that Lion was still early in the morning. "How did you wake up so early"

"Stretch your limbs after a good night's sleep."

"He was willing to pay but didn't believe it. 'Are you unable to sleep'"

Long ago, her mother was tricked by Shen Wei and her daughter, tied up with five flowers and left in the club's restroom for half a day. After a while, she always had trouble sleeping.

Song Qingshuang knew she couldn't hide it. "It's alright, I just can't sleep for that long. I'm over forty, my sleep time isn't that long. It's normal, don't worry."re marrying Li Qin."The office door closed again.Huo Mingzheng's eyes were deep and dark in the dissipating smoke, like a bottle of spilled ink, the intense black spreading."Cao Fang, prepare the carr...