ide of him.The next day, when Fu Xiaoyao woke up, Lu Hchuan was gone again.She wasn't surprised, after all he often left very early."Madam." As Fu Xiaoyao went downstairs, a stranger worker greeted he...Aunt Song nodded, “Uncle Fu told her.”

Lu Hanchuan remained silent, his eyelids drooping as he seemed lost in thought.

Aunt Song glanced at him, then at Fu Xiaoyao. She finally couldn't help but ask the question she'd been wanting to ask for the past two days, "Sir, are you really..."

Lu Hanchuan's molars clenched tightly, his eyes dark and sullen. "I'm not sure!"

"Eh" Auntie Song was slightly taken aback. "Uncertain That said, you and Qi Ya might not have really done that"

Lu Hanchuan fell silent again.

Yesterday, he did indeed wake up on Qi Ya's bed, with nothing on his body and covered in marks that were suggestive.

But in his mind, there was no real memory of what happened with Qi Ya.

Although he was drugged at the time, it's unlikely he would have absolutely no memory. Therefore, there's a high probability he suspects that nothing happened between him and Qi Ya really. It's just that Qi Ya woman insisted they had a relationship, so all he could say is that he's unsure.

"Mr. Lu," Auntie Song saw that Lu Hanchuan didn't speak, and she didn't know what he meant, so she could only say to herself: "Regardless of whether you have that kind of relationship with Qi Ya, on this matter, you are always sorry to your wife. Have you ever thought about how to get your wife's forgiveness"

Lu Hanchuan looked at Fu Xiaoyao's sleeping face, his thin lips moved slightly, "When Grandpa's funeral is over, I will have a good talk with her."

"That's good then." Aunt Song nodded.

Lu Hanzhan took a step forward, bent down and carried Fu Xiaoyao upstairs, carrying her back to the room.

After he had settled Fu Xiaoyao, Qiao Mu came out of the room carrying a briefcase.

"Lu Zong, the public relations department has already released the news of the old chairman's death. Now the stock market of Lu Group is experiencing some fluctuations. Would you like to come forward and handle it" Qiao Mu asked.

"No need, just let the PR department handle it." Lu Hanchuan strode towards the study with a cold face.

Joe followed closely, "Also, Uncle Fu just called, asking Mr. Lu when you'll be going to the old house to settle your grandfather's estate."

"Let's talk about the grandfather's inheritance later. What's important now is to get information from that woman, Qi Ya. She still hasn't told us anything, and I..."

"No." Qiao Mu shook his head. "No matter how I questioned her, she always gave me that answer, so I think maybe, Mr. Lu, you really are..."

"No!" Lu Hanchuan pressed his temples in negation, "I believe I wouldn't really do that kind of thing."

"But how do you explain the marks on your body" Qiao Mu looked at him.

Lu Hanchuan stopped in his tracks, "Traces can be forged."

"This..." Qiao Mu was stunned, it took several seconds for him to recover, "If that's really the case, then why would she do this"

Lu Hanchuan's thin lips curled into a few points of coldness, "It's not difficult to find out if you want to know. Just use torture, I don't believe she won't tell!"

Joe's eyes widened in disbelief, "Torture"

"Yes, I'll leave this to you. I want a satisfactory answer." Lu Hanchuan ordered, then continued walking away.

Jo Mo followed closely behind him, "I understand, I'll do it right away."

"Hmm." Lu Hánchuan nodded, opening the study door.

The two talked for a long time in the study. By the time Qiao Mu left, it was already late.

Lu Hanchuan spent the night in the rest room of his study instead of returning to his bedroom.

The primary reason he didn't return home was that he wasn't sure about the nature of his relationship with Qi Ya. He didn't know how to face Fu Xiaoyao until he figured that out.

And from her cold attitude these past two days, she may also not want to face him.

If that's the case, it's okay to separate our living arrangements for now. It would give us both time to adjust our mindsets.

For the next three days, Fu Xiaoyao and Lu Hanchuan lived under the same roof but in separate rooms. They rarely met, and even when they did, they ignored each other, remaining silent. The atmosphere was awkward and suffocating.

Seeing this, Aunt Song was very anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't force the two of them to make up immediately.

Because she knew, things between these two people weren't something that could be smoothed over with just a word or two.

"Madam." When Song Yi saw Fu Xiaoyao coming down the stairs, she hurried forward and said, "Sir asked you to hurry up, we're about to leave."

"Understood." Fu Xiaoyao forced a smile in response and then walked towards the main gate of the villa.

Outside the door, a black elongated limousine was parked there, its door open, she could get in directly.

Lu Hanchuan had been waiting in the car. After she got in, she glanced at him without a word, sitting quietly across from him.

Lu Hanchuan didn't speak to her either. After closing the car door, he let Qiao Mu drive.

Inside the car, silence was so profound that even a pin could be heard falling. The only sound was the faintest of breaths, creating an atmosphere so heavy that even Qiao Mu, the driver, could feel it in the vast cabin.

Without a word, they arrived at the old house. Fu Xiaoyao was the first to get out of the car.

As soon as she got off the car, she went straight to look for Uncle Fu and received a set of black mourning clothes from him to change into.

Today is the grandfather's funeral, many people came to attend the funeral, the Tang family and Shih family all came, and they even brought their head of the household.

Lu Hanchuan was dealing with these people, Fu Xiaoyao had no interest, so she held a glass of water and walked to a quiet corner.

But before she could stand there for long, someone came up to her and started talking.

"Heard that Old Master Lu was driven to death by Lu Zong" The man who came was Tang Yi, dressed in a black suit with a white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest. He smiled at Fu Xiaoyao with a nonchalant expression.

Fu Xiaoyao gave him a cold glance. "Nothing."

"You can't fool me, I heard it from people in the know, and they got it from the elderly at the nursing home." Tang Yi swayed his red wine glass as he spoke.

Fu Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed slightly, just about to get angry, when he spoke again, "I also heard that President Lu cheated, right"

Fu Xiaoyao's expression froze for a moment, she tightened her grip on the cup in her hand without replying.

"I told you so," Tang Yi scoffed, "Otherwise you wouldn't be wearing that expression. You must be hurting inside, right"

"What does this have to do with you!" Fu Xiaoyao lowered her eyelids unhappily.

Tang Yi put the wine aside and encircled his arms, replying, "Of course it matters, you know what kind of feelings I have for you. You're uncomfortable, and I feel uncomfortable too, so I came over especially to care about you. How is it, moved"

Fu Xiaoyao chuckled softly, "No."

"Tsk, you're so heartless. How could I have fallen for a woman like you" Tang Yi pinched her nose.

Fu Xiaoyao's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him, "What are you..."

"Shh!" Tang Yi made a gesture for her to be quiet, then pointed in one direction with his other hand.

Fu Xiaoyao followed her gaze and saw Lu Hanchuan and Qiao Mu walk into that place. She didn't know what they were doing.

"Looking at your husband's expression, he seems pretty heavy. Do you want to go and see what's wrong" Tang Yi said to Fu Xiaoyao with interest.

Fu Xiaoyao pursed her lips, "What could possibly happen out there on the balcony"

"Since it's a balcony, it should be a place for talking. Why don't you come with me and listen" Tang Yi was clearly still not giving up, trying to persuade her.ao a transparent waterproof bag. 。22nd, is Yu Lin's prison ID. 。Fu Xiaoyao looked at the phone in the waterproof bag, her brows furrowing slightly with a hint of secrecy. "Why did she give me her pho...