Chapter 90

gzheng narrowed his eyes, a flash of something quickly passing through them. He glanced silently at the tall blonde man with blue eyes standing across from him.The man immediately said, "There was ano...After Shen Wei left, Fu Yan walked in from the corner into the tea room.

Xiao Liu saw her and immediately said, "You're right, General Manager Shen also has a brooch exactly like yours. But she doesn't seem very willing to tell me where she bought it."

"I'll help you look for it when I get back," Fu Yan smiled and patted Xiao Liu's arm. "Thanks."

Looking at her back as she walked out of the tea room, Xiao Liu was completely dumbfounded. Why should he thank her

Fu Yan sat at her desk, her expression grave.

The brooch was a gift from Uncle Huo before he passed away. She cherished it and thought she had lost it in Huo Mingzheng's room that day, so she went back to the resort to look for it but couldn't find it. She then guessed that it might have fallen off in Shen Wei's room.

Today, I tested my colleague, and she guessed it right. Shen Wei picked up the brooch as well.

That was custom-made for Uncle Huo, the only one in the world. It's only a matter of time before they find out it's on her.

Shen Wei now also knows, according to her personality it's impossible she won't take action.

And she had been living in fear for so many days, once she hit bottom and rebounded, she would surely go all out. The situation would be more dangerous than ever before, even potentially life-threatening.

And this was the opportunity that people like Fu Yan made the most of.

She took out her phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang, “Xiao Yan, how come you have time to call me”

Fu Yan didn't beat around the bush with her. She got straight to the point, "Ji Qingjie, can you lend me a few bodyguards"

Qi Qing is Ji Lin's older sister. She grew up watching Fu Yan grow up and treats her like a younger sister. Without asking for the reason, she readily agreed, "Okay, when do you need it"

"Right away, can you"

"No problem."

The season was stormy and fierce, like a sudden gust of wind. Five minutes later, the bodyguard contacted Fu Yan, "Miss Fu, we have six people here, ready to follow your orders at any time."

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After work, Fu Yan returned to her old house.

As soon as she entered, she wanted to call out "Mom", but Liu Jie whispered, "Madam just fell asleep."

After the incident, Song Qing霜's sleep schedule was completely disrupted. She would sleep all day and be unable to fall asleep at night. She was a timid person, and that day's experience had deeply frightened her. She often imagined herself being attacked again.

Fu Yan intentionally adjusted her sleep schedule. She went upstairs to the master bedroom. Song Qing霜 slept rather lightly, and there was a calming essential oil burning in the room with a faint fruity aroma.

"Mom," she whispered, bending over the bed.

Song Qingfrost slowly woke up, her expression weary. In the soft halo of light, she saw Fu Yan's face. "Yan Yan,"

"I will be returning to Guangzhou tomorrow, Dad's death anniversary is coming up soon."

Song Qing霜 was dazed and nodded.

Actually, she didn't quite remember the anniversary of her father's death. It was always Fu Yan who reminded her. At first, she would accompany Fu Yan back to Guangcheng, but later on, as Fu Yan grew older, she never went back again.

Their relationship wasn't deep, and shortly after her father passed away, she met the fifth master of the Huo family and married into their household.

Actually, Fu Yan knows this well and also knows that her mother loves money. Although her father's fish farm used to make a profit, compared to real wealthy families, it was worlds apart.

Fu Yan will not force her to make a choice.

"I'm away these days, please take care of yourself."

She didn't know what kind of surprises awaited her, even with Qiqing's bodyguard secretly protecting her. She wasn't sure if she could guarantee absolute safety, but such a good opportunity, if she didn't take a gamble, she feared she would regret it for the rest of her life.

I don't know if Song Qing霜 heard, she turned over and burrowed her head deeper into the quilt. Fu Yan called her several times but got no response, so she had to give up.e marked with deep indentations from her nails, some even bleeding.Fù Yán used her strength to pull her hand back, but Hòu Míngzhēng refused to let go.He breathed shallowly, "If you truly are as still...