Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Does beating a dog also depend on the owner?

Fu Yan's heart clenched so much that she couldn't help but shudder and took a step back.

Mr. Huo glanced at Huo Mingzheng and said, "That's true, but the Huo family has never had such a scandal in so many years. I was upset when I heard it."

"It's because the people below are too talkative and tell everything to Grandpa," Huo Minzheng chuckled, "Grandpa doesn't need to take this trivial matter to heart. I can handle family scandals on my own."

Fu Yan stepped back, not noticing that there was a flower pot behind him. He bumped his heel, and with a clang, the porcelain pot shattered, and the thick layer of loess cracked in the middle and scattered all over the floor.

Her heart beat fast, and the housekeeper came from the side not far away. She quickly lowered her head, turned around and left in a hurry.

"Who's fussy over there?" Mr. Huo glanced toward the shadows displeased.

The housekeeper stopped, raised his neck, took a look, and replied, "It seems to be Miss Fu."

Huo Mingzheng played with the jade ring on his left thumb.

The housekeeper placed the tea in front of him and noticed that his eyes were a little cold. He subconsciously raised his head, but only saw the clarity in his eyes without any emotion.

Mr. Huo frowned when he heard it was Fu Yan, but he quickly looked away and didn't seem to take it to heart.

He said to Huo Mingzheng: "You will be engaged in one month. Just pay the girl. Don't make a big deal at this juncture. It will have a bad impact."

Huo Minzheng hummed, put down his teacup, and stood up.

He glanced at the broken flowerpot with his peripheral vision and stepped away.

"The second young master is sensible, old master, don't worry."

Mr. Huo picked up the tea cup and said, "Among so many children, he is the one I can't understand the most."

The butler hesitated to speak: "The second young master is thinking more deeply. If the eldest young master hadn't..."

"Forget it, stop talking." He waved his hand, not wanting to continue this topic.

After a while, he said in a deep and meaningful voice: "The matter of Fu Yatou really needs to be settled, otherwise the entire Huo family will be embarrassed."

……

Song Qingshuang was at home tonight, lying on the beauty's back and listening to a little song.

When she heard Fu Yan calling her, she squinted her eyes and looked over, paused, sat up, pointed at her heels and asked, "What happened?"

Fu Yan followed her gaze.

The stockings on the calf were torn, and the mesh-like cracks snaked all the way to the heel. There was a hole, and blood was dripping, mixed with mud, and it was a mess.

It should have been caused by the fragments of the flower pot just now.

Before, she only felt cold and didn't notice any pain.

"I scratched it accidentally." Fu Yan kicked off his high heels, sat on the sofa, and took out a few pieces of paper to deal with.

Song Qingshuang couldn't stop frowning, stood up and knocked her hand off, "Is it dirty? What should I do if the infection leaves scars?"

With that said, she called Sister Liu, a servant from another courtyard, to bring iodine and cotton swabs.

Fu Yan simply pulled off the stockings and said, "The wound is not deep."

"It's not too deep and it can't be sloppy. The scars will look ugly. I raised you to have fine skin and tender flesh, and I didn't want you to ruin it."

While Song Qingshuang disliked her sloppiness, she took the iodophor and cotton swabs and cleaned the wound.

"Hiss~" Fu Yan took a breath of cold air. Song Qingshuang had never done such delicate work before, so she did not do it lightly or harshly.

Song Qingshuang said angrily: "Do you know it hurts now? You didn't notice so much blood. What are you thinking in your head?"

Fu Yan suppressed his emotions and shook his head silently.

"Why are you back today and looking for me if you have anything?" Song Qingshuang lowered her head and relaxed her hands.

"Did you collect Chen Rang's things a few days ago?"

Song Qingshuang was startled, her eyes evaded, and she said vaguely: "What is it? It doesn't exist."

Fu Yan didn't point it out, just looked at her quietly, which made Song Qingshuang feel scared.

Although Fu Yan was her daughter, Song Qingshuang was beaten to death by her in the face of major issues of right and wrong.

She was not afraid that Fu Yan would lose her temper, but she was afraid that Fu Yan would remain silent and play psychological tactics with her.

Not long after, she was defeated, threw away the cotton swab, and said, "It's a bag."

Fu Yan remembered that the new bag Song Qingshuang carried that night cost more than [-] yuan. Song Qingshuang had just bought a bag not long ago and would not buy it again in such a short time, but she didn't think much about it at that time.

Seeing that Fu Yan didn't speak, Song Qingshuang asked guiltily: "What's wrong with Bao?"

Fu Yan sighed helplessly, "Please return the bag."

Song Qingshuang liked that bag very much, but she couldn't order it. After finally getting it, she didn't want to return it easily, but she knew Fu Yan's temper very well.

I had no choice but to agree first: "In a few days I will..."

"I'll give it back tomorrow." Fu Yan knew too well what kind of person his mother was and didn't give her a chance to take advantage of her.

Song Qingshuang pursed her lips, obviously unwilling. Fu Yan felt aggrieved and his eyes were red.

She was extremely humiliated and gritted her teeth, "Chen Rang said back today that I was a prostitute and took his things, which were the prostitution money he gave me!"

Song Qingshuang was stunned, her face turned from red to white, she trembled and wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to speak.

"If Ji Lin hadn't told me, I would have been kept in the dark. Why didn't you tell me such a big thing?"

Song Qingshuang was confused and said in a panic: "Yan Yan, Mom didn't know it would be like this... I, how could I have thought that Chen Rang would still dare to bite you now."

Fu Yan shook his head, "He's so eager to jump over the wall that he wants to drag me into the water even before he dies."

"Then what should I do now? If I really collect his things, the police won't believe his words, right?"

Song Qingshuang was completely panicked.

If this matter spreads out, both mother and daughter will lose their face. The most important thing is Fu Yan. Her reputation will be ruined. How will she marry into a wealthy family in the future.

No family can tolerate such a wife.

Fu Yan still shook his head, "I don't know, please return the bag first."

In fact, the matter had been settled. Ji Lin told her that Huo Minzheng had asked someone to handle it. When she heard this, no one knew how embarrassed she was.

But Fu Yan didn't tell Song Qingshuang directly because he wanted her to have a long memory and not dare to collect anything else.

Song Qingshuang turned pale with fright, and quickly asked Sister Liu to go to the cloakroom to take down the bag, and asked someone to send it back to the Chen family overnight.

She slumped on the sofa, not daring to look at Fu Yan's face.

In the end, she made a mistake in this matter. She thought she could find a good marriage partner for her daughter, but in the end she was tricked.

"You will have to deal with blind dates from now on." Fu Yan picked up a cotton swab and treated the wound himself. She was good at picking out her mother's weaknesses.

Song Qingshuang sat aside blankly and nodded repeatedly.

After something like this happened, now Fu Yan can do whatever he says.

After leaving the courtyard, it was almost nine o'clock. Fu Yan walked out along the original road, but was stopped by the housekeeper at the Chuihua Gate.

"Miss Fu."

She stopped, nodded, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The housekeeper said respectfully and a little distantly, "The old man asked you to come over."

Fu Yan frowned.