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

Arthur threw a handful of corn kernels at the pigeons again, "I couldn't pronounce your name before, how about this time?"

The word "Fu Yan" he said did have a different flavor, but Fu Yan didn't point it out, "It's okay. Just call me whatever Mr. Arthur is used to calling me."

"What do your family members call you?"

"Rouge."

But not many people call her Yan Yan.

Mother, Huo Mingzheng, when Uncle Huo was alive, Fu Hanlin, and... Huo Yuanshi.

Fu Yan didn't want to recall that person.

Because her feelings for Huo Yuanshi were too complicated.

He is the brother, but he pathologically wants to possess her.

"Rouge?" Arthur repeated.

Fu Yan looked at him and remembered that she heard Arthur calling her just now amid the sound of flapping wings. She must have heard him wrong.

It's not the same as his current pronunciation.

The corner of Arthur's mouth curled up slightly, "I'm not considered your family yet. It's too presumptuous to call you that. I'll still call you Mia."

Fu Yan nodded.

She stood by the window sill and looked down at "Arthur".

"Mr. Arthur, I'll go over there and wait for Ming Zheng. It won't affect you in feeding the pigeons."

With that said, she was about to go back and close the window.

Suddenly, Arthur's elastic-gloved hand pressed against the window frame, "I see you are quite interested in feeding pigeons?"

Fu Yan looked at the group of pigeons eating corn kernels.

"It's fun to watch them eat."

"Ming Zheng probably won't be that fast. I was injured before and haven't recovered yet. I can't move too much. Can you help me feed the pigeons?"

As Arthur said, he pushed the gray iron bucket in front of Fu Yan.

Fu Yan nodded hesitantly.

She stood by the window sill, grabbed a handful of corn kernels, and threw them not far away.

This time, she threw it just the right distance.

The pigeons were pacing around and eating corn kernels.

Arthur was leaning under the window sill, occasionally raising his eyes to look at her.

She grabbed handfuls of corn kernels and threw them out. The more she fed, the more relaxed she became, and the more she fed, the happier she became.

It turns out that she likes to feed pigeons.

Arthur looked away.

A bucket of corn kernels and wheat mixed with food was finished.

"Are your hands sore?"

Arthur asked her.

His eyes swept across her slightly sweaty forehead.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Not very tired." Fu Yan did not take the handkerchief.

This kind of thing is too personal.

She can't pick up random calls.

Arthur didn't force it either.

Fu Yan handed him the iron bucket, "Mr. Arthur, I'm coming over."

Arthur hummed, his eyes lingering on her turned back.

Rouge...

Fu Yan sat on the sofa, continued to pick up the book he had just opened, and waited quietly for Huo Mingzheng.

The last ray of sunset disappeared from the horizon.

Night falls slowly.

The housekeeper went into the study and turned on the light, and said to Yan: "Miss Fu, Master Mingzheng will not come downstairs for a while. The Romont family's dinner is at seven o'clock. If you are hungry, I will ask someone to bring it to you first." Are you bringing snacks?"

Fu Yan closed the book and shook his head, "Thank you, no need, I'm not hungry."

The housekeeper took away the cold red date tea from the table and ordered someone to get a cup of warm tea.

"Thank you." Her soft voice spoke in French, which was particularly beautiful.

Under the window sill, half of Arthur's body was embedded in the dim light. The corners of Arthur's mouth were slightly curved, and there was pampering tenderness in his eyebrows.

Half an hour passed.

The housekeeper knocked on the door again and came in, "Miss Fu, the conversation between Master Mingzheng and Mr. Romont is over."

After hearing this, Fu Yan immediately put the book aside, stood up, left the study, and walked towards the stairs.

The butler walked to the door and turned off the brightest light.

Leave a wall lamp behind.

Not too dark, not too light.

Then, he followed Fu Yan upstairs.

A long shadow fell on the ground, extended into the bottom of the bookshelf, and disappeared at the dark end of the shadow.

Along with the steady footsteps, the man's face gradually became clear.

Arthur walked to where Fu Yan had been sitting before and sat down.

He picked up the book Fu Yan had read and glanced at it. It was a French novel.

The book was put back.

"Master Arthur, it turns out you are here."

The servant appeared at the door.

The sudden sound broke the silence.

Arthur frowned slightly, "What's the matter?"

"Dinner is about to start, please come over."

Arthur hummed, "I understand."

His peripheral vision glanced at the exquisite retro teacup on the table.

It was the cup of tea that Fu Yan drank.

There's still half of it left to drink.

He stood up, picked up the tea cup, and drank the remaining cold red date tea in one gulp.

……

After dinner started, Cheng Weijin looked at the seating arrangement on the dining table and frowned in confusion.

She looked at Mr. Romont beside her and asked, "Dad, how did you arrange this seat?"

"Why do we pay so much attention to meals at home?" Mr. Romont said without changing his expression.

He slowly laid out his napkin.

Cheng Weijin raised her eyebrows, "You were not like this before."

In the past, whether the family was having a meal or entertaining guests, the Romont family had always maintained the old table manners.

Mr. Romont raised his eyelids and glanced at the person sitting opposite.

After Huo Minzheng lost his sight, he was completely unable to take care of himself, at least in front of Fu Yan.

He didn't know what he said, but Fu Yan opened his napkin, spread it on his lap, and said something softly. Huo Minzheng smiled with satisfaction.

Follow his line of sight and look over.

Cheng Weijin saw a hint of calculation on her son's face, pitiful for a little white rabbit who was about to fall into a trap again.

She frowned.

Then I heard Mr. Romont say in a frustrated tone: "I almost flipped my table last time."

Cheng Weijin listened and guessed that it was Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan who came to the banquet last time. The woman from the Black family was also present, which made Huo Mingzheng angry.

She didn't have any sympathy at all, "You are just looking for trouble. You have to make him unhappy to be happy."

Old Mr. Romont couldn't stand listening anymore, "I was just worried that he wouldn't be able to control those old guys. Who knew he had such a bad temper."

There are many shareholders in the Romont family's business. Although the Romont family is the dominant family, those people are not easy to get rid of.

It was not easy for Huo Minzheng to take the position of the head of the family.

If your wife has a strong background to support you, things will be easier.

Cheng Weijin rolled her eyes and looked at Huo Chengqi beside her, "I told him already."

Mr. Romont looked over leisurely.

Huo Chengqi looked at his wife, and then at his father-in-law, who had always had a problem with him because he abducted his beloved little daughter. His heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged.

He spread out his napkin and said, "As long as A Zheng is happy."

Huo Chengyao, who was sitting next to him, did not listen to them, but looked at Arthur, who was sitting opposite him.