Yulong Mountain was located in the eastern suburbs of Jing City, a well-known tourist attraction. Especially in autumn, there was a constant stream of visitors coming to see the Thousand-Year Apricot Tree.
When they arrived at the parking lot, Fu Hanye made a small request to Uncle Zhou.
The two spoke outside the car, and He Sheng could not hear clearly. She moved slowly, and by the time she got out of the car, Uncle Zhou had already walked far away, leaving only Fu Hanye standing there.
He Sheng followed Fu Hanye to the apricot tree, only to realize that something felt off.
Logically, even on a weekday, there should have been quite a number of visitors viewing the tree. But at that moment, there was not a single tourist—only her and Fu Hanye.
He Sheng tilted her head slightly and looked at him in confusion.
“Too many people would be noisy. Isn’t this better?” Fu Hanye caught a golden apricot leaf and toyed with it between his fingers. “The place has been cleared for an hour. Play a piece for me.”
Only then did He Sheng understand that Fu Hanye had asked Uncle Zhou to use money to clear the area.
She found it strange. Could it be that Fu Hanye thought she was shy around strangers and had arranged this specially?
No way… could Fu Hanye really be that kind?
A violin was suddenly placed into her hands. After thinking for a moment, He Sheng lifted the instrument and positioned it.
Her surroundings were filled with dazzling golden autumn scenery. The apricot leaves beneath her feet rustled softly, creating an especially leisurely atmosphere.
The piece He Sheng chose was 《Golden Autumn》. Its style was both passionate and unrestrained, yet sweet and delicate—a very romantic composition.
Fu Hanye listened for a while, then took out his phone, found a good angle, and recorded a video.
On the screen, He Sheng, dressed in colors matching the scenery, almost blended into the overwhelming sea of apricot leaves. A gentle breeze stirred, lifting the strands of hair by her cheeks.
She seemed to have thought of something pleasant, and the corners of her lips curved slightly, as sweet as honey.
Fu Hanye’s pupils contracted slightly, and his jaw unconsciously tightened.
He had a feeling that once this video was posted, He Sheng would become completely popular.
Suddenly, he… did not feel like being a short video blogger anymore.
While Fu Hanye was momentarily distracted, He Sheng finished her piece. Uncle Zhou stepped forward at the right time to take the violin and sincerely praised her several times.
He Sheng smiled as a response.
They had seen the tree, and she had played the violin. Not wanting to disturb others further, He Sheng told Uncle Zhou that she was tired and wanted to return.
Uncle Zhou then went to ask Fu Hanye whether they should leave together or if the Young Master had other arrangements.
“I have something to take care of.” Fu Hanye no longer had the good mood he had when they came. He slipped his phone into his pocket and went down the mountain alone.
On the way back, the phone that had been treated like a mere decoration suddenly rang.
It was an old-fashioned keypad phone, convenient for He Sheng’s poor eyesight. Though it had complete functions, she only used it to answer calls and make emergency calls.
He Sheng fumbled and pressed the call button. From the receiver came the voice of her aunt, He Qingmei.
“Ah Sheng, it’s your aunt. Have you been well recently? I called you last week, but you didn’t answer. I was so worried.”
He Qingmei kept chattering about her concern, but He Sheng knew it was all fake.
“In a few days, it will be your grandfather’s 70th birthday. He misses you the most. Ah Sheng, are you free that day? Would you like to come celebrate his birthday together? If you agree, tap your phone twice.”
He Sheng curled her lips in mockery.
Missed her the most?
Grandpa He favored sons over daughters and had never regarded her, his granddaughter, with any importance.
When Father He and Mother He were still alive, Grandpa He had already told Father He that his grandson, He Kun, would inherit everything in the future.
He Kun, her uncle’s son, had been spoiled rotten by the family. He caused trouble all day long and was not someone capable of achieving anything.
Such a nephew was naturally unfit for responsibility. Moreover, Baichuan Group had been built from scratch by Father He. If he was unwilling, the rest of the family had no way to interfere.
After the accident, Grandpa He had tried to seize control of Baichuan Group and let his second son take charge.
Fortunately, Father He had made a will before his death, preventing others from taking over like a cuckoo occupying a magpie’s nest.
From the Original Owner’s memories, He Sheng had seen the ugly faces of those family members. They had completely disregarded the Original Owner’s severe injuries, persuading her, threatening her, ordering her, and forcing her.
The Original Owner had nearly been driven to death—if not for Fu Jingnian stepping in.
He Sheng withdrew her wandering thoughts and tapped the phone twice. On the other end, He Qingmei said with a smile: “Alright then. In three days, I’ll go to the Fu Family to pick you up. Ah Sheng, blood is thicker than water. Only when our family is harmonious can it be truly complete.”
After the call ended, He Sheng rested her chin on her hand and pondered what kind of gift would be most appropriate.
Or rather, the most disgusting gift.
She did not mind tearing apart the superficial peace of the He family, so they would not continue harboring hopes of coaxing the money out of her hands.
After spending three days, He Sheng asked Uncle Zhou for help and found the most satisfactory birthday gift.
When Uncle Zhou learned it was meant for Old Master He, he gave an awkward smile.
This was not going to celebrate a birthday—it was clearly going to stir up trouble.
He Sheng also realized the issue. She needed to find a qualified “bodyguard.“ in case after giving the gift, the He family saw her as weak and alone and tried to bully her.
After thinking it over, Fu Hanye turned out to be the most suitable candidate.
After all, causing a scene at a birthday banquet would change its nature if Fu Jingnian went. But Fu Hanye was different—he was already known as a notorious playboy, and causing trouble was nothing unusual for him.
Having made up her mind, He Sheng opened the door and walked to Fu Hanye’s room next door.
Fu Hanye, who had been out enjoying himself for two days, returned home in the evening.
He did not seem to be in a good mood. As soon as he came back, he went straight into his room.
He Sheng knocked on the door. After waiting for several minutes, no one answered.
She twisted the doorknob, and it actually opened.
He Sheng walked in and looked around for Fu Hanye.
With a creak, the sound of a door opening came.
He Sheng turned her head and vaguely saw Fu Hanye’s tall and well-built silhouette.
He… seemed to not be wearing a shirt. His wheat-colored skin was completely exposed, making him easy to recognize.
Fu Hanye also did not expect He Sheng to enter his room. After bathing, for convenience, he had only wrapped a towel around his waist, revealing his enticing physique completely.
Fu Hanye walked closer to her. The scent of body wash was sharp and domineering, instantly enveloping He Sheng.
“Do you need something from me?”
The last time He Sheng had knocked on his door, she had thrown herself into his arms, like a pitiful girl abandoned by a scumbag, humbly begging her boyfriend for an embrace.
Then what about this time?
For some reason, Fu Hanye felt a sudden heat in his heart, completely unaware that his mindset had already changed.
He Sheng had brought paper and pen with her and used them directly.
He Sheng: Accompany me to the He family.
Fu Hanye’s playful gaze lingered on her face. “Why should I?”
Was he that free?
Why should he go with her to the He family? That was not a good place.
A house full of heartless scum.
He Sheng froze. Yes, why should Fu Hanye accompany her?
He was not a kind man who granted every request. Rebellion was ingrained in his bones—he was rebellious to the core.
The girl’s stiff expression greatly amused Fu Hanye. He lifted her chin slightly, as if teasing a pet.
“If you can sleep with me for a month, I might consider it.”