President's Dad: Arresting the Reporter's Wife

Lan Yuting's gaze became deeper, more precisely cold.

"It's not Xia Shuiyue, so it must have something to do with her. The old man loved her the most during his lifetime. Since there is no such item in his inheritance, he will definitely leave it to her. Maybe she just doesn't know it now."

Lan Aiyu took a sip of the red wine lightly, the golden light flashed across the crystal glass, but it couldn't stop the fierceness in her eyes.

"Father, what we have to do is to keep an eye on Xia Shuiyue, maybe we can find the distribution map, or——get rid of her directly."
Because, only in this way can the distribution map disappear forever, and no one can get it.

In the afternoon, in Zuo Minghong's villa, he was completely immersed in comfort, and countless warm rays of light came in from the transparent windows, making every place smell like sunshine.

I have to believe that Zuo Minghong is a design genius.He has a natural artistic intuition, and everything that touches him seems to be tainted with a special temperament. Even such a villa is full of unique designs. The side that faces the light is all changed to a glass structure. It looks like a crystal castle here.

Xia Shuiyue sat quietly on the sofa, on the road she chose, she didn't need to do anything, she just had to wait to marry herself out.

From morning to now, she has been telling herself that this is the best choice, and she will fall in love with Zuo Minghong in time, but why is her heart getting more and more breathless as time passes by? ? !

"Miss Xia, Miss Xia."

The servant yelled twice in a row before pulling her wandering thoughts back.

"What's the matter?" The corners of Xia Shuiyue's lips slightly raised, she wanted to try to make herself look happier.

"Someone is looking for you." The servant replied respectfully.

"Looking for me?" This answer obviously made Xia Shuiyue very strange. In South Asia, is there anyone looking for her? !

"Who is looking for me?"

The servant thought for a while and said, "He didn't say who he is, he just said he was looking for you. Oh, yes, he is an elderly man."

Xia Shuiyue frowned, and said softly: "Then invite him in."

After a while, the white door of the villa opened, and a man walked in behind the servant.

"Uncle Fu?" Xia Shuiyue stood up in surprise.

Uncle Fu smiled kindly, nodded slightly and said, "Miss Shuiyue, I didn't bother you."

Xia Shuiyue's heart suddenly felt sour, and the hazy mist filled her eyes.A few days ago, they were still chatting in Grandpa's villa, but in the blink of an eye, they became like two families.

"How could it be? Uncle Fu, I miss you very much." Then, he hurried over and pulled Uncle Fu to sit on the sofa.

At this time, the servant brought two cups of tea, and then retreated.

"Uncle Fu, how do you know I'm here?" Xia Shuiyue gently wiped the corners of her eyes, she didn't want to cry in front of others, especially those close to her.

Uncle Fu smiled slightly, and said: "Mr. Zuo took you away that day, and I found you through some connections."

Xia Shuiyue lowered her eyes, her flickering eyelashes were already wet with tears.

"Forbe, I'm sorry to make you worry. It's my fault."

Uncle Fu quickly comforted her and said: "Miss Shuiyue, don't say that, I know your difficulties, how can I blame you, but Uncle Uncle is not good and failed to take good care of you. You should not blame Uncle Fu."

Gradually, that gentle and old voice became a little choked up.

Xia Shuiyue turned her head to the other side, desperately trying to swallow the full of tears, she didn't want others to worry about her anymore, especially Uncle Fu, now said that she had no family, and he was her closest person.

Even so, the hoarse voice was still choked with sobs:

"No, Uncle Fu, I know that you and grandpa are the ones who love me the most. Although I don't know what's going on with me now, no matter if I'm the granddaughter of the Lan family or not, I still remember that you treated me well." .It’s because I’m not filial, I still couldn’t send grandpa off in the end.”

Uncle Fu stretched out his old hand, and caressed her slightly trembling shoulders pitifully, with the usual kindness and love in his tone.

"Miss Shuiyue, don't cry, the master loves you the most and won't blame you. But if you are unhappy, the master will love you."

His words made Xia Shuiyue burst into tears.Tears drifted freely like broken flowers, as if wanting to pour out all the grievances in my heart.

why?Why everything changed overnight, no innocence, no grandpa, no job.Is the happiness you have too full?To make God jealous?But it is clear that he has just learned the taste of happiness.

At this moment, she has no resentment, only sadness, deep sadness.

Forbe didn't speak any more, just patted her on the back lightly, as if coaxing his own child.

After a long time, Xia Shuiyue raised her little hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and asked softly, "Uncle Fu, is there something you want from me?"

Uncle Fu pondered for a moment, then asked softly: "Miss Shuiyue, there is news outside that you are getting married?"

Marriage, these two words made Xia Shuiyue's heart stop suddenly, is she really going to get married? !Very strange two words.

The fan-like eyelashes drooped slightly, she nodded her head as if there was nothing, and said abruptly: "Yes, I am going to marry Minghong."

Forbe's face moved, as if he wanted to show a smile, but it seemed far-fetched.

"Miss Shuiyue, I want to congratulate you, but, can you not blame Fu Bo for talking too much, when the master was here, I always thought that you would be with President Mu."

Mu Junqian——this sharp-edged name suddenly made her heart ache again.

She thought that there would be no more pain because she was numb, but now she found out that she was wrong.

"Forbe, why did you mention him?"

She wanted to look calm, as if he had nothing to do with her, but she didn't know that her eyes were already full of shock and embarrassment.

Fu Bo shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "Miss Shuiyue, when you didn't come back to Nanya, the master often paid attention to your news. At that time, I could still see the news that you and President Mu were together, and the LOS brand was operating very well. Okay, the master said, President Mu really cares about you, so he doesn't want you to show his face, after all, there are many rich and powerful families. So we all think that you will be together."

Xia Shuiyue just sat there blankly, because she didn't know how to respond to his question, because just a few days ago, she thought so too, at least, she was willing to stay by his side for the rest of her life, even now, she would Willing, but, it is no longer possible.

Uncle Fu seemed to have noticed her strangeness, so he just sighed, and then said: "Miss Shuiyue, I don't understand about you young people. I just know the simplest truth - you have to think clearly about everything you do, and explain it clearly. Otherwise, you will regret it."

Xia Shuiyue looked at the cup on the table, the green tea leaves sank in the blue tea soup, and couldn't float up, this situation was really like her own heart, and she also missed the love between her and Mu Jungan.

"Forbe, I... think it through."

She really thought it through. When Lan Aiyu warned her for the first time, she should have thought it through. When Lan Aiyu appeared beside him, she should have thought it through even more. She still can't figure it out? !

On the contrary, Uncle Forbe didn't speak, as if he was waiting for her to think further, and the two of them fell silent.

It seemed that it took a long time before Xia Shuiyue said slowly, "Uncle Fu, there will never be a relationship between Mu Junqian and me."

If she was still the original Xia Shuiyue, then she would return to him without hesitation, guard him tightly, and never let go. Royal descendant, except for a love, she has nothing to compare with Lan Aiyu, even if it is this love, she may not be able to compare with him, because, facing such a man, there is no woman who is not willing to give up everything to go love him.

Uncle Fu shook his head helplessly, and then said worriedly: "Miss Shuiyue, is it because of Miss Ai Yu's words in the cemetery that day?"

Jun Xia Shuiyue smiled bitterly, the curvature of the corners of her lips made her heart ache.

"She was right."

Fu Bo told her firmly: "I really don't know if there is anything wrong with the other things, but the master will definitely not be angry with you, at least when the master was critically ill, there were no reports, and you and President Mu were in the same room. At the same time, the master has always agreed, what kind of mistress is not a mistress, the master has never thought about it that way."

The sour mist once again made Xia Shuiyue's eyes a little blurry, and what Uncle Fu said made her feel both sad and relieved.

What's relieved is that grandpa has always been optimistic about them being together, and that's enough for her.And sadly, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, because it doesn't change the fact,

"Forbe, thank you for telling me this, it's really important to me."

Uncle Fu then sighed heavily, and said: "But if marrying Mr. Zuo is not your original intention, Uncle Fu still advises you to think about it. After all, there are many things, there is no turning back after the bow."

Xia Shuiyue nodded obediently, but there was no trace of hope in her eyes. She thought very clearly that she did not marry Zuo Minghong because she fell in love, but because she wanted to give up.Although she may not be able to fall in love with Zuo Minghong in this life, at least she will give up on Mu Jun in this life.

Uncle Fu could clearly see the determination and sadness in her eyes, and there was also a touch of distress and helplessness in the eyes of the old man.

He didn't know what the entanglement was between these three people, but at least he knew that no one would look like this before they got married.

He seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it back, and said instead:

"Miss Shuiyue, I'm still living in the master's villa area. If you still stay in South Asia for a while, go back and play."

Said, slowly stood up.

Xia Shuiyue also stood up, staring at the elderly man in front of her with blurred eyes, the layers of pearls in her eyes could no longer bear the effect of gravity, and suddenly rolled down.

"Uncle Fu, I'm going back to Taiwan with Minghong after tomorrow. Take good care of yourself, and Shuiyue Shuiyue will come back to see you and grandpa when you have time."

Uncle Fu nodded, and there were traces of wetness in his eyes, but he still smiled and said, "Okay, okay, Miss Shuiyue, as long as you are happy. Uncle Fu is gone, I wish you a happy wedding."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Xia Shuiyue followed beside him, gently supporting his arm with her small hands, letting tears fall on his sleeves one after another.

Only at this moment did she truly realize that she was the only family member who saw her off.

Seeing the old figure disappear behind the shade of greenery, Xia Shuiyue slumped powerlessly at the door, as if her soul had been broken along with her heart——
Night, thick as ink.

The light of the crystal lamp shines through the glass window, echoing the moonlight outside the window.If it is a crystal castle during the day, then it is a veritable fairytale glass house at night.

Xia Shuiyue was dressed in white, sitting on a large light pink round sofa, like an elf living in a blooming flower.

Under the light, with thick black eyelashes and pale skin, without that wandering gaze, she would look like a soulless doll at this moment.

Looking at the glass bottle in my hand, the colorful pills are still so bright. It used to be a full bottle, and I took one every two days. After so long, there are only a few left.This was originally the thing that hurt her the most, but now it seems to have become extremely precious.Just because this is the only thing he left for himself.Sometimes people are really strange animals, just like before, the word mistress was like a thorn in her heart, but now, she would feel that even being his mistress is also happy.

"Water moon, water moon?" Zuo Minghong's voice came from the stairs.