Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

"you are?"

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at the old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks in front of him and couldn't help but frowned.

She was certain that she did not recognize this man, and there was no trace of his face in her memory.

The old man smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face were like the marks of time, deeply engraved on his skin.

He introduced himself, "I am..."

When the old man opened his mouth, his voice was slightly hoarse, but it revealed a unique charm.

He paused, as if searching for the right words, or thinking about how to introduce himself to this strange girl.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at him, waiting for his next words.

There was a deep and complex light in the old man's eyes, as if there were endless stories and experiences hidden there.

His sharp mouth and monkey cheeks were so unpleasant and scary in Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes at the moment, and she felt that he had a lot on his mind.

"Hahaha, I am your grandpa's brother, you can call me uncle."

The old man finally revealed his identity, with a kind and warm tone in his tone.

Xu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment. She had never heard that her grandfather had such a younger brother.

However, looking at the old man's sincere and profound eyes, the doubts in her heart gradually dissipated.

Perhaps, this great-uncle is really a family member she has never known.

"Uncle, please be careful what you say."

At this time, Du Haoran suddenly appeared. He had just returned from work when he saw a familiar and disgusting figure lingering at the door of his home.

That was his grandfather's younger brother, a controversial figure in the family.

Du Haoran knew very well this uncle's character - he was lazy and always showed up with some ulterior motives.

This time he suddenly visited, Du Haoran immediately became alert, guessing that he must have ulterior motives and must know something. Although Du Haoran deliberately concealed his grandfather's affairs, there was no airtight wall.

Xu Xiaoxiao walked over. She looked at the strange old man and asked Du Haoran doubtfully: "Brother, who is he?"

"Xiaoxiao," Du Haoran explained softly, "This is grandpa's younger brother. You can call him uncle."

"Uncle?" Xu Xiaoxiao blinked. This title was quite unfamiliar to her.

Ever since she returned to her grandfather, she had never heard of this person, and her grandfather had never mentioned him.

Du Haoran nodded and confirmed her question, "Yes, uncle, but we are not close to him."

Speaking of this, a hint of impatience flashed in Du Haoran's eyes.

He understood that the appearance of this great-uncle was often accompanied by unnecessary troubles.

Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Du Haoran's expression and understood. Although she was curious about this sudden uncle, she was more wary and distant.

She knew that her brother, as the heir to the Du family, would definitely handle this matter, and she only needed to silently support him.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoxiao seemed to feel the complexity and subtlety of family disputes.

She watched the interaction between Du Haoran and her uncle and grandpa with mixed feelings in her heart.

But she knew that no matter what happened, she would stand by Du Haoran's side,

"My uncle worked so hard to come across the ocean. Is there something wrong?"

Du Haoran asked with a bit of sarcasm, an imperceptible sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth, and a kind of vigilance and distrust in his eyes.

My uncle didn't seem to care about Du Haoran's attitude. He still maintained a kind smile and replied: "I miss my eldest brother very much. Can't you come over and visit me?"

His words were full of the tolerance and kindness of his elders, as if he didn't take Du Haoran's cynicism to heart.

However, Du Haoran did not intend to let it go. He continued with a provocative tone: "Really? When we were in country M, we lived so close to each other and never saw you coming to see grandpa once a year. Now we are so far apart , you actually said you miss me? Uncle, do you think I can believe this reason?"

Du Haoran's tone was full of suspicion and disdain, and he obviously had deep doubts about his uncle's sudden visit.

The uncle still maintained a calm smile and was not angry or upset because of Du Haoran's doubts.

He just looked at Du Haoran quietly, as if waiting for something, and as if he was thinking about how to respond to this stubborn and suspicious young man.

"Haoran, who is it?"

Mr. Du's voice, like the sound of an ancient bell, slowly came out from the depths of the house, carrying the vicissitudes and majesty of the years.

"Grandpa, it's my uncle who's here."

Du Haoran's voice was respectful, and every word revealed respect for his elders.

"Oh, it's him, then let him in!"

Mr. Du ordered slowly, with a hint of depth and tolerance in his tone, like a vast ocean that accommodated all winds and waves.

"Okay, Grandpa."

Du Haoran nodded in agreement and then motioned to the bodyguard to open the door.

The door slowly opened with a creak, as if the floodgates of history were gently opened, revealing the intertwining of the past and the present.

My great-uncle walked in swaggeringly, with an arrogant look on his face, like a raging fire setting off a prairie fire, arrogant and arrogant.

His gaze was directed towards Du Haoran, as if two sharp blades were clashing.

There was an indescribable arrogance and disdain in his eyes, as if he was silently questioning: "How come you, an adopted wild child, really want to inherit our Du family's family business? Isn't this a daydream?"

Du Haoran met his uncle's gaze, a trace of determination and courage flashed in his eyes.

He was not overwhelmed by his uncle's momentum. His uncle's arrogance did not make Du Haoran flinch, but instead inspired the fighting spirit deep in his heart.

He took a deep breath, as if to inhale the determination and strength into his heart, and then slowly exhaled, leaving all the arrogance and disdain behind.

Mr. Du arranged for his younger brother to call Du Haoran to the study...