ng Qing霜's face turned ashen. As she helped Fu Yan stand up, she naturally saw the marks on her neck—they were kiss marks, impossible to fake.She suddenly felt blood rushing to her face, "You're out o...Saturday afternoon, Fu Yan returned home from the hot spring resort as the sky had darkened.

After I finished showering and cleaning myself, my phone suddenly rang.

The phone call was from Ji Lin.

While on the phone, Fu Yan was drying clothes.

Ji Lin rarely spoke in such a heavy tone: "Xiao Yan'er, Old Master Fu is about to give up."

The clothes Fu Yan hung on the hanger slipped and fell to the ground with a thud.

Tears also streamed down her face.

She had seen Fu Hanlin a few days ago. She heard that Mr. Fu wanted to go back to his wife's hometown in Guangcheng, and he returned today.

She had everything planned, to go see Grandpa Fu with Ji Lin tomorrow.

How come it happened so suddenly...

She didn't think it would be this fast in less than three months.

Fu Yan threw away the clothes rack and ran wildly towards the entrance hall, grabbing her car keys and rushing out.

She waited for her downstairs, but when she arrived, she saw a tall and burly man in a suit standing next to her car.

She recognized him as one of Cao Fang's bodyguards.

"Miss Fu, Mr. Huo asked me to send you there."

Ho Mingzheng's message came before Fu Yan's. Qin Heng was the first to tell him.

There was a blank space in her mind. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her head clear. She knew she wasn't safe driving like this, so she didn't refuse.

Fourty minutes later, the car smoothly stopped at the hospital. Ji Lin also arrived around that time. Although his hand wasn't seriously injured, his family was not comfortable with him driving, so they sent a driver to take him.

Ji Lin strode towards Fu Yan, supporting her arm. "Are you alright"

He knew that Fu Yan lived at the old Fu residence during his coma, and got along very well with Old Master Fu, just like a real grandson.

Fu Yan was a person who cherished emotions deeply. First, her father passed away, then her fifth uncle, and now even Master Fu has left her.

Fu Yan, without a word, shook her head silently.

Ji Lin glanced at the bodyguard who had also gotten out of the car, his eyes lingering for a moment.

At that moment, a black sedan also pulled over. Almost as soon as it came to a stop, the door was pushed open from inside.

He is Huo Mingzheng, he was wearing a set of ivory-colored pajamas.

A gust of wind blew past his hair, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of Fu Yan.

Across a row of cars, he saw Fu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart clenched with sympathy.

Neither Ji Lin nor Fu Yan saw it, but Ji Lin, being naturally sharp and quick-witted, sensed something unusual. He looked up.

He glanced at Huo Mingzheng, said nothing, and didn't tell Fu Yan. Instead, he walked into the elevator with her one after the other.

In the elevator, two people who had known each other for over ten years stared at each other in silence for the first time.

The elevator arrived, and Fu Yan walked out first.

Mr. Fu has passed away, such a kind grandfather, I am truly heartbroken.

Two nurses walked past the elevator.

She stopped short. Was she late

Ji Lin clasped her shoulders and patted them gently.

But it was precisely because of this small action that her tears welled up instantly, blurring her vision.

She also wanted to hear Grandpa Fu talk about his and Grandma Fu's story. She also wanted to eat the Guangcheng cuisine that Grandpa Fu made for her.

Fu Yan wiped her tears with the back of her hand and quickly walked towards Fu Lao Ye's ward.

The door was open, and inside Fu Hanlin and his father were combing the hair of Old Master Fu.

Outside the door was Fu Hanlin's secretary, who previously worked under Fu Hanlin's grandson's secretary at Xincheng.ut inside she was amazed. The fact that he could cook noodles already exceeded her expectations.He pushed his chair back and sat down opposite her, asking with a veiled meaning, "What do you think"Fu...