rmed, saw it with my own eyes."After hanging up the phone, the housekeeper went to the third floor.Old Master Huo had just woken up from his midday nap, leaning against the beauty's couch sipping tea...After finishing his day's work, Fu Hanlin walked out of the spirit hall and to a willow tree in the courtyard. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and lit one.

He wasn't a heavy smoker, barely smoking a few cigarettes in a month. But after days of constant spinning, his nerves were frayed. The nicotine rolled through his lungs, bringing a brief sense of ease, but with it came the crushing weight of grief over losing a loved one.

At this very moment, he longed to meet Fu Yan.

Even if she did nothing, just standing there or speaking a word, or even just being in the same place as him, would make him feel much more at ease.

Fu Yan has a certain indescribable quality about her, one that makes people feel very comfortable and relaxed. You can put aside all your worries and distractions when you're with her.

He stubbed out his cigarette, didn't hail a driver, but instead took the car keys and went to the garage, driving away from the old house.

The car drove through half the city, into an average residential area, and finally stopped in a familiar spot.

It's late now, the windows on the twelfth floor are dark, there's no light, she must be asleep.

Fu Hanlin rolled down his car window and sat in the car for a while. He didn't plan to go upstairs to find her. Tomorrow was his grandfather's funeral, and he still had some things to deal with at home.

Just as he was about to drive away, he suddenly remembered the bodyguard he had sent to secretly protect Fu Yan. He hadn't contacted them for several days. After his grandfather's death, he had things to deal with every day that never ended.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. The phone was answered quickly.

How is she doing lately

The bodyguard on the phone hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Fu, don't you know Miss Fu has already moved to Mr. Huo Mingzheng's place."

The hand holding the phone had evenly proportioned and slender bones, it clenched suddenly. The streetlight illuminated the windshield, leaving half of his face in shadow, devoid of color.

When did it happen

Yesterday at noon.

Fu Hanlin was silent for a few seconds, then let out an "um" and hung up the phone.

He scrolled through his phone, locating Fu Yan's number. He wanted to call and ask her what was wrong. Knowing Fu Yan as he did, she wouldn't easily move in with Huo Mingzheng. She appeared gentle and easy to handle, but deep down, she was very stubborn.

As soon as the call connected, he immediately hung up and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat.

It's twelve o'clock, she is asleep.

Fu Hanlin placed both hands on the steering wheel, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look at the twelfth floor. She moved out. Will she come back to live here again

He sat in the car for a while before starting it and driving away from the neighborhood.

At the same time, Huo Mingzheng received a call from his bodyguard.

"Mr. Huo, Fu Hanlin just came by Miss Fu's apartment complex."

Huo Mingzheng had just come out of the bathroom. After he sent a WeChat message to Fu Yan, he sat on the sofa and waited for a while but didn't get her reply. He went to take a shower.

"What did he do" He wiped his hair, sat down on the sofa, threw down the towel, picked up the hangover soup that Lao Shu had just brought in, and took a sip.

"He didn't do anything, just stayed in the car for a while and then left."

Huo Mingzheng's action of drinking soup stopped abruptly, and then he left

Thinking back, Fu Hanlin often drove to Fu Yan's residence. He never bothered her, just sat in the car. By behavior alone, he was considered a gentleman.

It's just that heart, or is the thief's heart still not dead

"Well, besides Fu Hanlin, are there any suspicious people"irs to Fu Yan's place and sure enough, I found the honey in the cabinet.As she brought him a glass of honey water upstairs, Fu Hanlin leaned against the headboard, his eyes closed. He probably thought...