The ones who arrived were He Qingmei and Tang Lin. Not only did they come, they also brought gifts in their hands. Although He Sheng could not clearly see their expressions, from the moment they entered the living room and began exchanging pleasantries, it was evident that the two of them had come to reconcile.
Fu Jingnian was not surprised at all.
Without He Lang, the remaining members of the He family were insignificant. They were neither qualified nor capable of throwing tantrums in the Fu Family.
Unless they no longer wanted even the assets they currently had.
Since one did not strike a smiling face, Fu Jingnian exchanged a few polite remarks and casually excused himself to the study, leaving Uncle Zhou to accompany He Sheng in entertaining the guests.
It was Tang Lin’s first time at the Fu Family residence. The moment she stood at the entrance, she had already been stunned by the Fu Family’s garden villa.
It looked exactly like the massive estates of domineering CEOs in television dramas.
Meticulous and professional butlers, efficient maids, elegant and tasteful interior design… If she could become the mistress of this place, how wonderful it would be.
Tang Lin subtly straightened her posture and let her gaze fall on the girl across from her.
He Sheng was her cousin. They had once had a decent relationship, and her parents had instructed her to deliberately maintain closeness with her.
Her cousin was an airheaded sweet girl—easy to deceive. Not only Tang Lin, but her parents, grandparents, uncle, and aunt all thought the same.
Yet this very easy-to-handle person had completely changed after the deaths of her uncle and aunt.
“Cousin, are you alright? Are you getting used to staying at Uncle Fu’s house?” Tang Lin tried to initiate conversation under He Qingmei’s prompting.
He Sheng curved a meaningful smile and wrote: If I’m not used to it, does that mean your family will move out of the villa in Aohai Nanting Residence so I can live there instead?
The villa in Aohai Nanting Residence had originally been a property that He Lang bought for He Sheng. Not long after the purchase, the He family found out.
At that time, He Qingmei was about to get married. After some discussion between Old Master He and Old Madam He, they approached their eldest son, asking him to temporarily lend the villa to his younger sister for her wedding, and return it later.
“Ah Sheng is only in primary school now. Even if she uses it, it won’t be until university—almost ten years. It would just sit empty anyway. Lend it to your sister for her wedding so the Tang family will think more highly of her.”
“He Lang, it’s not easy for your sister to find a suitable husband. Just treat it as your parents asking you for a favor. The Tang family is not an incapable household. Once they buy a new house, Ah Sheng’s villa will be returned.”
At that time, He Lang valued family ties deeply. After repeated persuasion from the elderly couple, he softened and agreed.
Because of this, He Lang and his wife had a long period of conflict. In the end, she could not resist her husband and swallowed the grievance.
However, Tang Guoqing’s business never quite succeeded—it remained lukewarm. To this day, he still had no ability to purchase another villa and continued living in a house under He Sheng’s name. The He family tacitly concealed this matter, behaving as though, if no one mentioned it, the property would eventually become theirs simply by staying in it.
Unexpectedly, He Sheng brought it up today.
He Qingmei’s expression immediately changed, but she quickly forced a smile and softened her tone. “Ah Sheng, what are you saying? Your cousin was just showing concern for you. There’s no other meaning.”
She shot Tang Lin a glare. She looked clever enough, yet she could not even speak properly.
“Ah Sheng, what happened yesterday caused quite a commotion. Grandpa, Grandma, your uncles, aunts, and even your brother were all very upset. Yes, we did think things through poorly in the past and made some inappropriate decisions.
But now we know we were wrong. You’ve always been obedient and sensible since you were young, and you’re kind-hearted. Now that you’re all alone, whether it’s your parents or us, none of us can feel at ease about you.
Go back to your grandparents’ house tomorrow and properly apologize. Then everything will be over, and we’ll be a loving family again.”
As she spoke, He Qingmei became more and more emotional, even squeezing out a couple of tears at the end, making Uncle Zhou take a deep breath just to maintain his expression.
Truly… shameless beyond belief.
Although Miss He Sheng gifting a clock as a birthday present was somewhat inappropriate, the He family had been the ones causing trouble first.
Did they really think people’s memories would fade with time?
He Sheng tilted her head slightly, covering her mouth as she laughed silently. The scene looked somewhat eerie, filled with thick mockery.
Who wanted to be a family with them? What a joke.
After laughing enough, He Sheng slowly wrote: Return my things first, then talk about the rest.
“Cousin, you’ve changed.“ Tang Lin suddenly said with feigned heartbreak. “You were never this petty before. Why have you become so stingy?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Tang Lin noticed Fu Hanye on the second floor for some reason, and she suddenly became righteous and outspoken in criticizing He Sheng.
As if doing so would damage her cousin’s image in Fu Hanye’s eyes.
He Sheng did not understand Tang Lin’s little scheme, but she was very displeased by her words.
Stingy?
So what?
Her things—she could give them to whoever she wanted. If she did not want to take them back, so what?
Which law said she could not do that?
He Sheng wrote: Yes, I am stingy. The villa, jewelry, and money you borrowed—return them all. Oh, and inform Grandpa and the others as well. Return everything together.
He Qingmei hurriedly pulled Tang Lin back, shooting her a warning look to stop speaking nonsense.
Then she turned back to ingratiate herself with He Sheng. “Ah Sheng, your cousin doesn’t know how to speak properly. Don’t take it to heart. It’s getting late—we still have matters to attend to, so we’ll take our leave first.”
There was no point continuing the conversation. He Sheng had completely deviated from their expectations, and their plans needed to be revised.
Dragging her unwilling daughter along, He Qingmei left the Fu Family like a gust of wind.
Fu Hanye leaned on the railing with one hand, watching the entire scene unfold. Only after they left did he go downstairs.
“Do you really think a few words from you can make them return everything?”
He Sheng glanced at him and ignored him.
Whether they returned it or not did not matter. Letting the He family spiral into chaos for a while was not a bad outcome.
She casually adjusted her skirt. Beneath the white lace hem were a pair of cute rabbit slippers.
For some reason, Fu Hanye felt those slippers were inappropriate. They should have been paired with light-heeled Mary Jane shoes made of soft lambskin.
Like a Western noble lady in an oil painting, sitting under the shade of a tree on a sun-drenched afternoon, leisurely sipping tea.
Fu Hanye pressed his slightly dry lips together and asked Uncle Zhou to bring a cup of hot tea.
His entrepreneurial practice coursework had been left untouched for quite some time. After filming the video under the ginkgo tree, he had only posted it two or three days later and had since been procrastinating until now.
Fu Hanye glanced out the window. The sky was overcast, like the face of a resentful woman.
Sipping his tea, he thought to himself that it was time to pick up his assignment again. Otherwise, he would have to retake the course next year—wasting both time and effort.
At noon, Fu Hanye opened Dou Dou. His phone immediately rang nonstop, and soon the notifications exceeded 99+.
The second short video had performed significantly better than the first, reaching one million likes. The top comments were all variations of “stick close together” jokes.
Fu Hanye frowned.
Stick close together?
Stick what?
That little mute could only stick close to him. No one else was allowed.