, tears welling up in her eyes. She felt lost and hopeless, with a future shrouded in darkness.She knew it wasn't that simple...Fu Xiaoyao slumped her shoulders and resignedly returned to her office,...Only Auntie Song would prepare such a tonic, especially this pork trotters, it's the most like Auntie Song.

Aunty Song often said the phrase "eat what supplements what" . When she lost her first child, Aunty Song would often stew pig stomach soup for her.

Thinking of this, Fu Xiaoyao lowered her eyelids and let out a soft chuckle, her voice tinged with emotion.

Speaking of which, it has been six years and she still hasn't met Aunt Song.

I wonder how Auntie Song is doing now. Does her knee still ache when it's windy or rainy

There's also Uncle Fu, who is eighty-eight this year, I wonder if his body is still strong...

"What's wrong" Lu Hanchuan looked at Fu Xiaoyao with suspicion, sensing a sudden shift in her emotions. He didn't understand why her eyes were red as she gazed at the pile of supplements.

Fu Xiaoyao sniffed, "It's nothing, let Hanchuan see the joke. I'm just too touched. I didn't expect you to have people prepare so many tonics."

"I was just saying, it was prepared by my aunt at home." Lu Hanchuan replied calmly.

Fu Xiaoyao thought to herself, "As expected of Auntie Song," and the smile on her face became even more radiant.

"Oh Auntie Auntie has the right to prepare this much, it seems that this Auntie holds a high position in your heart in Kanchuan, right" She said seemingly casually.

Lu Hanchuan lightly hummed, "She's family."

Fu Xiaoyao's eyes flickered, "To be considered family by Hanchuan, that aunt is truly fortunate."

"Well, I had intended to send her abroad for retirement. She refused." Lu Hanchuan sat down.

Fu Xiaoyao frowned, "Why Is your aunt too old"

If she remembered correctly, Aunt Song was only about sixty years old this year. How could he have the idea of supporting Aunt Song in her old age

Then again, Aunt Song has her own children and grandchildren to take care of her in her old age, so it wouldn't be his turn.

"She's not that old, just fell and injured her waist a couple of years ago. She often has back pain. I told her to go abroad for treatment, but she refused. As for why..." Lu Hanchuan pursed his thin lips and remained silent.

But Fu Xiaoyao probably guessed the reason.

Aunt Song is unwilling to go abroad for treatment, she's probably keeping an eye on Qi Ya.

Aunt Song had never liked Qi Ya, so she was naturally unhappy that Qi Ya became Mrs. Lu. But since she couldn't disobey Lu Hanchuan, she could only stay in the villa to monitor Qi Ya.

"Such a fool!" Fu Xiaoyao murmured.

Lu Hanchuan didn't hear clearly, "What did you say"

"No, I just want to know how your aunt fell" Fu Xiaoyao asked tightly, gripping her hands.

Lu Hchuan didn't see the worry in her eyes, poured himself a glass of water, and replied faintly, "I fell while going downstairs."

"So, besides your waist, did you hurt anywhere else" she asked.

Lu Hanchuan wasn't stupid. He didn't notice the problem the first or second time, but as she asked more and more times, he would eventually realize something was wrong.

Just like now, he felt that she seemed to be very concerned about Aunt Song and asked too many detailed questions.

Though he thought so, Lu Hanchuan still answered, "No, only waist."

"Is that so." Fu Xiaoyao let out a barely perceptible sigh.

Lu Hánchuan looked at her, "You seem to care about my aunt"

He voiced his own doubts.

A flash of panic crossed Fu Xiaoyao's eyes, but it quickly subsided. She smiled calmly, "Yes, after all, they prepared so many supplements for me. It's normal to care about me a little, reciprocity is important, right"

As if she had thought of something, she suddenly stood up, picked up her cane and walked toward the room.

When he came out, he had an extra bag in his hand.

"Hanchuan, this is for your family's aunt." Fu Xiaoyao passed the bag over.

"What's this" Lu Hanchuan took it, opened it up, but the contents were very well wrapped, he couldn't tell what it was.

"It's ointment, specifically for relieving back pain," Fu Xiaoyao replied calmly.

Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes, "How did you get this here"

She doesn't seem like someone who has a backache, does she

Fu Xiaoyao saw the suspicion in Lu Hanzchuan's eyes. She calmly sat back in her seat, "This was bought for my dad. He has a chronic backache from sitting in the office all year round. Before I returned to China, an uncle of mine told me that Dr. Wang Guoshou, a top TCM practitioner in China, had very effective ointment. Since Dr. Wang is in City C, I specially bought some and planned to send it back."

Now that I hear Aunt Song also has a backache, she might as well use it first.

Oh, so that's how it is...

Lu Hánchuan put away his suspicions and returned the bag to her. "Since it's for your father, don't give it to anyone else."

"Just buy some more, it's not like it's expensive." Fu Xiaoyao handed him the bag again, her movements were quite forceful, clearly wanting him to take it.

Her actions made Lu Hanchuan a little displeased, "Why do you have to give it to my aunt My aunt is a stranger to you, right"

"That's right," Fu Xiaoyao nodded. "Although she's a stranger, I've always been kindhearted, and this aunt prepared so many supplements for me. What I'm doing now is just returning the favor, Hanchuan, don't overthink it."

She patted his shoulder.

Lu Hanchuan was even more displeased.

What does reciprocity mean

These things were clearly prepared by Aunt Song at his request.

Even if it's a matter of reciprocity, shouldn't it be him I send it to Why is it being sent to Aunt Song instead

"Hanchuan, what's wrong" Fu Xiaoyao noticed the man was unhappy and leaned closer to ask.

The scent of her perfume hit him unexpectedly, causing his body to tense instantly. Memories of the auction that day even flashed through his mind.

That time, he reacted to her scent.

Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan suddenly stood up, his handsome face calm, his gaze shifting elsewhere, "It's nothing, I should go."

"That's it" Fu Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

Lu Hanchuan hummed in response, his voice low: "Something came up at the company."

"Well then, I won't keep you. Be careful on your way." Fu Xiaoyao waved goodbye to him.

She didn't even try to stop him, acting as if she couldn't wait for him to leave. This made Lu Hanchuan's heart sink even further, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He didn't even respond and simply lowered his eyelids, carrying the bag towards the door.

That gait was just as fast and heavy as Xiaobao's last night.

Indeed, father and son.

Fu Xiaoyao's expression was very complicated.

Even though they hadn't lived together, some of Xiaobao's usual behaviors and mannerisms inevitably showed glimpses of Lu Hanchuan.

Bloodline really is amazing!

Lu Hanchuan didn't know what Fu Xiaoyao was thinking. He felt the gaze behind him and thought she was seeing him off. The discomfort in his heart suddenly vanished, replaced by a sense of ease.

I can't say why, but the feeling of being watched by her is really good.

Lu Hanzhan's lips curled slightly as he opened the door to the suite.

Outside the suite, Qiao Mu who was waiting there heard the noise and turned to see him come out. He hurriedly called out, "President Lu."

Lu Hanchuan hummed in response and passed the bag in his hand.

Qiao Mu blankly took it, "What is this"

"Plasters," Lu Hanchuan replied casually.

Qiao Mu blinked, "Ointment"

Lu Hanchuan nodded and walked towards the elevator, without explaining what kind of ointment this was or why he was carrying it.

Although Qiao Mu was curious, he didn't ask any questions and quickly followed after him.

After leaving the hotel, the two got into the car.

Qiao Mu fastened his seatbelt and asked, "Lu Zong, are we heading back to headquarters"

Lu Hanchuan was just about to respond when he caught sight of the medicinal plaster on the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye. He shook his head, "Go back to the villa."

"Eh" Qiao Mu was stunned. "Going back to the villa at this time"ter was so badly injured, he could hold on until now before fainting. That's truly remarkable." 。" That's good 。“Finally, the old man was at ease. He trembled and returned to his chair, “Lao Fu, do yo...