Chapter 39: with translation of chapter title

"How am I supposed to face the ancestors of the Fu family like this?!" Fu Zhan flared up.

That woman has been gone for so many years, yet he still can't let go of her!

He remained silent, took a deep drag of his cigarette, lowered his leg, and stood up.

The elders at the conference table had watched Fu Qiwei's conduct over the years, yet they dared not say much; these past few years he has acted recklessly, his mouth is vicious, and when he gets reckless he even dares to scold Old Master Fu to his face, and even drawing swords against Old Master Fu is nothing.

The Kirin Company is the Fu family's ancestral business, yet he pays no attention to it.

When the leaders held a meeting, he played games.

When the leaders dispersed the meeting, he went to pick up girls.

He's becoming more and more decadent, beyond belief.

"Are you trying to piss me off to death before you'll be satisfied?!" Old Master Fu said, heartbroken.

"Rong Wei doesn't care about me anymore, why are you still worrying for me?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone light and carefree.

"Ancestors above, the Fu family's eldest son and grandson—this line ends with him..."

Suddenly, the door of Kui Ming Hall was kicked open, and a group of bodyguards outside were knocked to the ground.

A little boy toddled along on his short legs, walking and saying, "Great-grandfather, rest assured, the Fu family's eldest son this generation has Shu Ang."

A woman followed behind the boy; unlike the boy, who was cute at a glance, her eyes held a distant aloofness that kept people at arm's length.

"The ancestors, upon seeing Shu Ang, will definitely, definitely be pleased."

He stood there, all tsundere.

Fu Qiwei saw her face, his heart involuntarily raced, he almost held his breath, his legs felt as if filled with lead, unable to move, and he instinctively tossed away the cigarette in his hand.

His eyes locked onto her; she had come back……

He could hardly tell whether this was an illusion or reality.

That day, her hair was dyed a gradually shifting peach-purple, she wore a dark blue long dress, the whale-fall embroidery on the hem exquisite, a ring necklace around her neck, both chic and beautiful, with a gentle face and cold peach-blossom eyes.

She pulled out the chair opposite Fu Qiwei and, under the astonished gazes of the elders, sat down.

He, as if possessed, also sat down.

Ruan Ruan

Those two words were like a fishbone stuck in his throat; he opened his mouth slightly but couldn't speak.

And Fu Zhan, upon suddenly seeing such a great-grandson, became overly excited and spoke incoherently: "You are Yi Ruan, this is your and Fu Qiwei's son!"

The rice ball hid beside her, gently playing with her mother's beautiful hair.

Fu Qiwei stared at her face.

It seemed nothing had changed, yet it seemed something was different.

She had shed the girlish inexperience of her youth, gained a touch of mature allure, but her peach-blossom eyes remained unchanged from start to finish, still clear and pure.

Fu Zhan looked at her, unable to fathom her thoughts; did she know he wanted to get rid of her?

If she knew, she shouldn't have brought the child back.

Seeing this, he could only swallow his pride.

"Ruan Ruan, back then you——" he hadn't finished when she coldly cut him off: "Don't bring up the past."

She glanced at Fu Qiwei with a half-smile, saying, "I've come back this time to have Shu Ang acknowledge his ancestors and return to the clan; once he's entered the genealogy, I'll leave."

Fu Zhan was delighted; she left, but the great-grandson remained!

……

……

On the way back to Half Moon that evening, Fu Qiwei stayed close to her the whole time, holding the sleeping rice ball, feeling very happy.

His Ruan Ruan had truly returned, and they had their son.

Shu Ang, well-read and refined, his bearing lofty and impressive.

Looking at her thin, frail body, his heart ached; over these years, raising a child alone must have been incredibly hard for her……

I don't know if she's been bullied; he once protected her so well, she might now struggle even to care for herself, and as a mother it's truly difficult for her.

In Fu Qiwei's eyes, she seemed like someone incapable of taking care of herself.

"Ruan Ruan."

His voice was very soft, his throat slightly hoarse.

Yi Ruan froze, then turned to look at him.

The name "Yi Ruan" — she hadn't used it in years; when he called her that, she couldn't react right away.

The rice ball woke from his arms, saw Yi Ruan, and burst into tears unexpectedly.

"Mommy, I want Mommy……"

Fu Qiwei's mind went blank; he didn't know what to do.

She gave him a cold look, as if trying to soothe the rice ball like a kind father, but the rice ball wouldn't have it, crying harder and harder.

"Ruan Ruan, why is he crying so hard?" he asked, flustered.

Yi Ruan let out a soft scoff, "You think it's easy for me to raise a child alone?"

Having said that, she pulled the rice ball into her embrace.

In his sleepy daze, Xiao Moyan caught his mother's scent and calmed down, lying on her shoulder to continue sleeping.

At that moment, Fu Qiwei inexplicably felt a sense of defeat, his heart heavy.

"Sorry, Ruan Ruan." the man said softly.

She let out a soft hum and continued walking forward.

Upon arriving at Half Moon, several servants saw Yi Ruan and the child she held, looking bewildered.

The man said coldly, "Take the young master to his room."

When Yi Ruan left at first, Banbian Yue already had a child's room, right next to their room.

She handed the child over and instructed, "Fan Tuan will wake up once at night; today he didn't drink enough water, his throat is hoarse when he cries, remember to give him water, warm water."

Fu Qiwei watched her place a gentle kiss on Fan Tuan's forehead, and his heart, like a feather touching water, rippled slightly.

"Alright, young lady, I will take good care of the young master."

The maid was very gentle; she followed a bit anxiously, not trusting any of the Fu family members.

Until she saw the maid caring for Fan Tuan in an orderly way, she turned around.

She turned and bumped into the man's arms, covering her nose and pulling away, "Why are you so close to me?!" she said, suppressing her voice in displeasure.

The man, feeling tender, rubbed her, but she swatted it away.

She shook off his hand and returned to the room.

The room held too many memories of their affection; she pushed the door open but was forced backward by a strong fragrance.

Fu Qiwei awkwardly touched his nose, "After you left, I missed you a lot; this incense makes it feel like you're still by my side."

Yi Ruan covered her nose and frowned slightly, "Open the window quickly to let fresh air in."

Fu Qiwei went in, opened the window and the air conditioner, and looking at her outside the door, said softly, "Ruan Ruan, you go in and take a shower first?"

She was unmoved; the man said, "In the wardrobe, your old clothes are kept."

Yi Ruan couldn't stand the room's incense and thought she'd go in later.

But she heard the man's slightly choked voice, "Ruan Ruan, no other woman has ever lived in this room."

The woman said nothing, took off her high heels, fetched clothes from the wardrobe, and went to the bathroom to shower.

About an hour later, she finally put on her nightgown and came out; her previously damp hair had been dried in the bathroom.

Fu Qiwei went to the guest room to shower; after finishing, he remembered that Ruan Ruan didn't like the smell of smoke, and he was throwing the remaining cigarettes into the trash can.

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