Spoiled Sparrow

Looking into Lan Yin's sincere eyes, Ruan Qing was deeply moved: "Auntie..."

Lan Yin held Ruan Qing's hand, her eyes full of pity.

She said earnestly, "I can tell you like him, right?"

Ruan Qing glanced back at Fu Chen and nodded in agreement, "Yes."

"But you two are not a good match."

Ruan Qing didn't tell Lan Yin about her planned escape, but she really wanted to know Lan Yin's reasons. After all, Lan Yin was Fu Chen's mother. Why would she let her escape on their first meeting?

Why?

Lan Yin's tone grew heavy: "If this child were a normal person, would you have been locked up here by him?"

"I first heard your name from two men in the Fu family."

For the sake of the Fu family's business, they arranged a marriage between the Fu and Zhao families, but because of you, Fu Chen openly stood against his grandfather and father for the first time.

I originally thought he couldn't escape their control, so when we met that day, I told you to escape because I didn't want you to become the third victim.

Ruan Qing: "The third one?"

"That's right, besides me, there's also Fu Chen's grandmother."

Lan Yin didn't want to recall the trauma: "Back then, I was worried that something bad would happen to you, but now, those two men are lying in hospital beds and can't control Fu Chen, but I still hope you leave."

"This child was born and raised in the Fu family. He is Fu Yancheng's son, and some things cannot be changed."

Fu Chen's current actions make Lan Yin even more convinced that he will follow in Fu Yancheng's footsteps.

After listening, Ruan Qing looked at a lonely figure watching them from afar, and her heart was subtly stirred.

Over the years, she realized that although Fu Chen was strong and stubborn and showed no mercy to his business rivals, he was not a cold-blooded animal without feelings.

She was determined to leave, but she was also aware of her feelings for Fu Chen.

The feelings she shared day and night were genuine, as were the experiences and material things Fu Chen provided.

Ruan Qing hugged Lan Yin and whispered in her ear, "Auntie, thank you. But I also hope you can get to know him again, maybe you'll see a different side of him."

Lan Yin hadn't felt a hug in a long time. She tremblingly raised her hands and slowly pressed her arms against Ruan Qing's back.

If the little girl in front of her were her daughter, she would be very happy.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

Lan Yin released her: "I heard he's getting married. You should leave; staying won't end well for you."

As she spoke, she turned her back, blocking Fu Chen's view.

He pulled a key out of his pocket: "This is the key to the front door. As for the key to your room, Fu Chen has already modified it. I'll find a way to get him to bring you out to keep me company. Take advantage of the crowd and the chaos to escape."

Ruan Qing looked at the key in her hand, surprised.

She accepted the keys, and as she lowered her head, tears streamed down her face.

She tucked the key into her inner pocket, looked up, and forced a smile.

Lan Yin took off the jade bracelet from her wrist and placed it in Ruan Qing's hand.

"Auntie, I can't accept this."

Ruan Qing pushed her hand away, but Lan Yin said, "After you leave, a girl needs a lot of things when she's out there. These things are quite old. If you need money, you can take them to an auction house to exchange for some."

Seeing how much Lan Yin cared for her, Ruan Qing wondered how she could tell her that over the years she had "deposited" an eight-figure sum from Fu Chen.

"I've had this bracelet for decades, and I'm tired of wearing it. You can take it."

Ruan Qing couldn't refuse any longer, so she held out her hand: "Mom, put it on me."

"What did you call me?" Lan Yin's pupils suddenly dilated.

Ruan Qing smiled and kissed her cheek: "Mom."

The unexpected action left Lan Yin stunned. She couldn't help but smile and nodded gently in response.

Lan Yin grasped Ruan Qing's wrist and gently pushed the jade bracelet in.

"Perfect timing!"

Ruan Qing raised her hand and examined the bracelet on her wrist in the moonlight, and she was surprised to feel the long-lost maternal love.

Standing at a distance, Fu Chen smiled slightly as he quietly admired the painting.

He took out his phone and pressed the shutter button.

Find the best painter to create it.

Night had fallen, and light snow began to drift down from the sky.

Ruan Qing thoughtfully covered her legs with a blanket.

"Let me push you back."

"it is good."

It was Ruan Qing's first time pushing a wheelchair, and she found it very difficult.

Fu Chen ran over and took her hand: "Let me do it."

He saw the bracelet on Ruan Qing's wrist, and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed.

Ruan Qing walked beside him, glancing at his face from time to time: What is he laughing at?

At the doorway, Lan Yin turned around and, for the first time, mustered the courage to look directly into her son's face.

"You two, have dinner with me tomorrow."

"good!"

Ruan Qing readily agreed, and Fu Chen smiled faintly as he looked down, "Okay."

On the stairs back to their room, Ruan Qing took Fu Chen's arm and said, "They should install an elevator in the castle. Mom already has trouble walking."

Fu Chen was stunned: "What did you call her?"

"My mother," Ruan Qing said with a smile, "she likes me very much and wishes I were her daughter."

This must be what they mean by wanting her to be their daughter-in-law; it seems the mother is very satisfied.

Fu Chen didn't think too much about it, immersed in the illusory happiness.

Back in the bedroom, Fu Chen answered a phone call and went out, locking the door behind him again.

Taking this opportunity, she hid the key Lan Yin had given her inside his bookshelf.

Looking at the closed door, Ruan Qing walked into the bathroom dejectedly. It seemed that his guard was not so easily fooled.

Outside the door, Fu Chen frowned as he listened to Zhao Xiyao's chattering on the phone.

"Brother Chen, can I skip our wedding? There's something important I absolutely have to do."

Why don't you just have Ruan Qing pretend to be me? She can wear a huge veil to cover her face, and you two can recite your sacred wedding vows. How romantic would that be...?

What do you think?

"Brother Chen, I'm begging you, please help me one more time."

Fu Chen lowered his voice: "Does Uncle Zhao know about this?"

Zhao Xiyao sighed on the other end of the line, "If he knew I ran away from my wedding for a big overseas project, he'd be so angry he'd end up in the hospital. How could I possibly say that?"

"Please, for the sake of us growing up together, help me one more time."

Fu Chen suppressed his inner elation: "Yes, I understand."

"Thank you, thank you. Wishing you and your sister-in-law a long and happy marriage! Bye-bye!"

He was just wondering how to get Ruan Qing to marry him in place of Zhao Xiyao when the opportunity presented itself to him; it was fate.

A match made in heaven.

He dialed Yu Jing's number: "I want to see the finished wedding dress at 2 PM tomorrow."