I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Thinking of this, Gu Yan changed the subject and asked a question.

"What about the real and fake heiress? Why did the Fu family abandon you in the mountain village for thirty years?"

Fu Wanqing was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to suddenly bring up this topic.

"The butler who was in charge of the delivery gave birth to the wrong baby and gave the older sister to someone else."

"The Fu family always thought they were raising their own biological child, until they did a genetic test last year and found out that it wasn't true."

"The housekeeper has been dealt with, but my sister has stayed in the Fu family for so many years."

"She is the Marquis of Wu'an, the honor of the Fu family, and cannot be replaced so easily."

After hearing this, Gu Yan had another layer of doubt in her heart.

Were they switched at birth? Fu Shiwei has a typical European mixed-race appearance, with deep-set features and a well-defined face.

The Fu family didn't have much Western ancestry, so who wouldn't recognize her face when she stood there?

The Fu family had no idea whatsoever; they had raised him for so many years without ever suspecting anything.

And the fact that this truth only came to light last year is just too much of a coincidence.

My Book of the World is not updated, so I can't find more detailed information.

He suddenly remembered the look in Fu Shiwei's eyes when she walked past him in the corridor of the Fu family mansion.

Cold and devoid of any emotion, like a knife yet to be drawn.

That look in his eyes doesn't fit the heartwarming story of the babies switched at birth at all.

If she really was switched at birth, why would she look at him, a stranger who was actually with the real heiress, with that kind of gaze?

Gu Yan kept these doubts to herself and did not pursue the matter further.

He placed the soy milk cup on the bedside table and reached out to pat Fu Wanqing's head.

"I understand, thank you for telling me this."

Fu Wanqing paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes slightly like a kitten.

Her face brushed against his palm, a very light and brief motion.

His long pink hair slipped through his fingers, as soft as newly spun silk.

That evening, Gu Yan said goodbye to her adoptive parents.

His adoptive mother was as warm as ever, holding his hand and inviting him to come back for dinner next time.

The adoptive father, leaning on his cane, saw him to the door and said with a smile, "Mr. Gu, take care."

Gu Yan smiled and agreed, but she knew very well that he would never come to eat this meal again.

On the way back, Fu Wanqing sat next to him, not saying much.

When the car arrived at the Chen family's gate, she jumped out and opened the car door for him.

"Go back now, you've had a hard day."

Gu Yan waved to her and turned to walk towards the Chen family's gate.

Fu Wanqing stood beside the car, watching his back, her lips moving as if she had something to say.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, and just turned around and got back into the car.

As soon as Gu Yan stepped into the courtyard, Aunt Tian came to greet her.

Her apron was covered in flour, and she was holding a rolling pin in her hand.

"Mr. Gu, you're finally back."

"Miss Cecilia said she is completely cured."

"I won't need your treatment anymore."

"If Mr. Gu is willing, he can stay here for a few more days."

"The lady said you can stay as long as you want; the room will always be reserved for you."

After hearing these words, Gu Yan stood still for several seconds.

The courtyard was quiet, and the leaves of the old locust tree rustled in the wind.

Cecilia said she no longer needed treatment; she was completely cured.

But he knew better than anyone that a complete cure was impossible.

He remained silent for a while before speaking.

"Aunt Tian, ​​have you told Cecilia about my situation?"

Aunt Tian's body stiffened abruptly, and she almost dropped the rolling pin in her hand.

She opened her mouth, her expression frozen as if something had nailed her to the spot.

After a long while, she slowly nodded, her eyes already red.

"Mr. Gu, I'm sorry, I really couldn't stand the way Miss looked at me that day."

"She looked at me just like the lady looked at me before she passed away."

"I've lived most of my life, and I simply can't bear to see Miss so sad."

"She wanted me to tell her that I really... really couldn't take it anymore."

"The young lady cried for a very long time after she found out, and locked herself in her room all night."

"When she came out the next morning, her eyes were swollen."

"But she said she wouldn't get treatment anymore, she couldn't let you continue to suffer."

"The young lady said she would rather live with her injuries than risk your life."

"Mr. Gu, I am sorry for what I did, but if I don't say anything, Miss will be even more upset."

After listening to Aunt Tian's words, Gu Yan stood there in silence for a long time.

The leaves of the old locust tree in the yard rustled in the evening breeze, and a few withered leaves swirled and fell onto the stone slab.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but found that anything he said would be superfluous.

Cecilia already knows; the white-haired girl knows he's risking his life for her health.

He finally just sighed softly, a long and heavy sigh.

He sighed from the deepest part of his chest, carrying all the fatigue and helplessness of the past few days.

Just then, a young maid rushed over from the other end of the corridor.

She ran so fast that the straps of her apron were askew, and her cloth shoes made a clattering sound on the stone pavement.

"Aunt Tian, ​​Aunt Tian, ​​something's happened to Miss. A man has barged in."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Tian's face immediately changed, and she slammed the rolling pin she was holding onto the stone table.

"Mr. Gu, please come with me to see what's going on. We don't know where this blind creature came from."

Gu Yan nodded, placed the now-cold soy milk cup on the stone table, and followed her quickly through the corridor.

He didn't know what had happened, but for Aunt Tian to be so nervous, it must be something serious.

Passing through two archways covered in ivy, a beautiful courtyard suddenly opens up before you.

The path paved with bluestone slabs is lined with patches of hydrangeas, blue, purple and pink, crowding together and swaying gently in the evening breeze.

In the middle of the courtyard stands an old ginkgo tree, its branches and leaves spreading out like a giant open umbrella.

Under the tree was a white stone table and several rattan chairs, and a pot of flower tea on the table was still steaming.

Cecilia sat in a wheelchair next to the stone table, the hem of her off-white dress reaching her ankles.

The white hair fluttered gently in the evening breeze, the pale blue ribbons at the ends swaying with the wind.

A tall, slender man stood before her, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue suit.

The suit fabric is imported, the tie is from a famous brand, and the leather shoes are polished to the point of reflecting light.

But his face betrayed a disheveled look that he couldn't hide.

He has handsome features, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a beautiful chin.

But at this moment, his hands were pinned behind his back by two bodyguards in black, one on each side, and his sleeves were all wrung out.

A few strands of her meticulously styled hair fell down and clung to her forehead.

A bunch of white roses fell on the stone slab at my feet, several petals crushed and scattered all over the ground.

He was clearly subdued by his bodyguards, and the scene was quite intense at one point.