"Tell Miss Lin that our family's young madam does not want to see her."
"..."
Zhuo Jian watched as Fu Yanye strode inside with a cold face and long legs, while she herself was stunned.
——
The old lady's birthday was simple but exceptionally warm.
Before dinner, Wang Yue and Zhuo Jian helped the old lady return to her room to change into a beautiful cheongsam and put on a pearl necklace, both supporting her like an empress dowager as she came out.
The three generations sat on the sofa and watched, and the old master, seeing his wife, first smiled with emotion yet soon after complained, "I won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight, will I?"
"Dad, what kind of thing is that to say?"
Fu Zhengzhi asked him, puzzled.
"With such a beautiful necklace, won't she be talking about it all night long?"
The old master knew his wife's temperament all too well.
Fu Zhengzhi laughed helplessly after hearing this, then looked at his son, whose gaze was fixed on only one person.
