Chapter 50: Chapter 43: The Old Mansion Chapter 50: Chapter 43: The Old Mansion Wang Tian had a battle on Weibo with netizens, and in the end, when he found he couldn’t out-argue them, he resorted to calling Shu Wan, “Baby, I’m being bullied by netizens.
How is it that soone can say such a good-looking face as yours isn’t good-looking?”
At this ti, only a few days had passed since Shu Wan had arrived in the modern world, but Wang Tian’s attitude toward her had, unbeknownst to him, shifted from high-handed criticism to a strangely dependent one.
He hadn’t realized that every ti sothing happened, his first thought was that Shu Wan could definitely solve it.
At that mont, Shu Wan had just arrived at the gates of Fu Yang’s school when she received the call.
She was utterly calm, “It’s not like today’s the only day; there will be plenty of ti in the future.”
One or two sar campaigns might work, but in the long run, the truth would naturally co to light.
When that ti ca, all the bla the public was heaping upon her now would transform into guilt.
“Alright then, you should manage your Weibo account more, I’ve already gotten the company to unblock your account.”
“Okay.”
At that mont, the bell rang for the end of classes, and students rushed out of the school en masse.
Shu Wan leaned against the car window, watching them with their backpacks, walking in groups of three or five toward the snack shop or horsing around, finding the sight quite interesting.
However, even after the last of the students had erged, she hadn’t seen Fu Yang.
Shu Wan’s brow furrowed slightly.
She had just picked up her phone, intending to call Fu Yang when the Housekeeper’s call ca in, “Young Madam, I’ve just heard that the Young Master has been picked up by people from the old mansion.”
“The old mansion?”
Hearing this, Shu Wan subconsciously felt a pang of panic, a habitual fear ford by the body she inhabited.
But the original owner didn’t have much mory of the old mansion, only a vague recollection of a dim living room and several lofty figures.
“Yes,” replied the Housekeeper respectfully, “I received a call just now saying that the Young Master’s middle school exams are approaching and the Old Madam plans to take the Young Master back to the old mansion to care for him.”
Shu Wan didn’t care who the Old Madam was; what concerned her more was, “What does Fu Siyu think?”
The Housekeeper hesitated for a mont, “Young Madam, it’s not our place as servants to judge these things.
Perhaps you should ask the young master directly.”
“I understand.”
After hanging up, Shu Wan made a video call to Fu Siyu.
Right now, it was early morning across the ocean, and Fu Siyu seed to have just sat up in bed.
Unlike his usual suit and tie, Fu Siyu was rely wearing a silver-gray silk nightgown, with the belt loosely tied, the soft fabric faintly outlining his good physique.
Shu Wan was no saint.
Her gaze instinctively lingered for a mont on the rarely exposed chest of Fu Siyu before she spoke, “Fu Yang has been taken away by people from the old mansion.”
As she finished speaking, she sensitively noticed Fu Siyu’s face darken, “Huh, they sure are quick.”
“Do you have a general relationship with the Old Madam?”
“Five years ago, I took over the Fu Family from the hands of her favorite youngest son.”
This was also why Fu Siyu had been expanding the market overseas all these years; back then, his roots were shallow, and no matter how capable he was, he couldn’t match the decades of influence wielded by the people from the old mansion dostically.
“I understand.” Shu Wan didn’t ask further; knowing Fu Siyu’s stance was all she needed to know how to proceed, “Don’t worry, I can take care of things dostically.”
Shu Wan’s tone was mild, like a breeze passing by, but Fu Siyu knew the weight behind her words.
After so many years, it was the first ti soone had said that to him.
And it was the first ti that soone had taken a position beside him, allowing him to entrust his back to them with confidence.
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