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it was autumn, and the sun was setting. the wind was cold.
fu huan only woke up when the car arrived at the toll station. at this time, the afterglow of the setting sun was already shining through the window. she was wearing fu qinyuanâs suit jacket. â have we arrived? â
âyes, thereâs still more than 20 minutes.â
fu huan straightened up, leaned back, and played with his phone for a while. he only tidied up his clothes and got ready to get out of the car when the car stopped in front of a courtyard.
song jingren had some money on him and had bought a small courtyard with an old man surnamed chen.
the location was in the suburbs, and it was quite cheap at the time. in recent years, the price of property had soared. he had earned hundreds of thousands just by investing in this small courtyard, and his life was very comfortable.
the two of them did not have any relatives by their side. if they lived together, they could take care of each other. otherwise, if something happened one day, no one would know.
the door to the courtyard was wide open. hearing the sound of the car, song jingren had already walked out of the house, grinning from ear to ear.
after suffering in the prison, he couldnât straighten his back and was a little hunched. however, he was still full of energy.
âgrandpa.â fu huan jumped out of the car first.
âyouâre here. you must be tired from the journey.â as he spoke, he helped to carry some things into the house. it was a courtyard with two towering ginkgo trees in the middle and many potted plants beside them. they all belonged to grandpa chen next door.
âiâm fine, iâm not tired!â fu huan laughed.
fu qinyuan sneered, â youâre definitely not tired. â he was in charge of driving, while a certain someone had slept for a few hours.
âgrandpa chen isnât home?â fu huan looked at the locked door opposite her.
â his grandson is here and heâs taking him out for dinner. he wanted me to come along, but i had to wait for you guys to come. â
âheâs the one who praised the grandson of the heavens?â fu huan was speechless. old people always liked to show off their children. song jingren had been very low-key all these years and didnât mention song fengwan or fu chen at all.
in yun cheng, the song familyâs affairs were more than twenty years old. who would remember them?
if he told the outside world about song jingren now, no one in yun city would know about it.
therefore, the other party only knew that he had divorced his wife and that his daughter belonged to his ex-wife. hence, they did not interact much with him. they would not ask about such private matters either. hence, even after living together for so long, the other party did not know about song jingrenâs background.
this family lived abroad and had returned to the country a few years ago for retirement. they were not familiar with the country. when grandpa chenâs wife passed away and he fell down at home, someone had to go to his house to check on the gas. otherwise ...
therefore, the two families were quite satisfied with the two of them living together. they could keep each other company and help each other if something happened.
when they had just bought a house together, song jingren had told them that he had a criminal record. the other partyâs children had hesitated for a long time, and it was inevitable that they would be biased.
if he didnât mention it now, if the other party knew about it in the future, he would probably have even more thoughts.
later on, it was also this old man who slammed the table and settled this matter. after living together for so many years, they got along well.
......
âiâve never seen anyone praise their own grandson like that.â fu huan didnât like the way grandpa chen complimented his grandson.
â a few years ago, someone asked my mother to introduce a partner to my cousinâs daughter. she was full of praise, but in the end, she had pimples all over her face and was not even as tall as me. â
âi think his grandson is the same.â
he might even be muffled.
it was just that his grandson had his own beauty filter, so he was good at everything.
song jingren smiled. â iâve seen him before. heâs not bad. look at those. theyâre all gifts from him. â he pointed at the foreign brands of nutritional products on the table.
âbetter than my brother?â fu huan snorted.
âthen naturally, qin yuan is better.â song jingren was helpless. why was he being so serious? â put everything down. iâll take you guys out to eat. â
âyes.â
the two of them had a casual meal at the service area at noon, and fu huan was already hungry.
......
after the three of them had their meal, they strolled around outside. grandpa chen had not returned yet, so fu huan took a shower and went back to her room first. she was bickering with duan yinuo in the group chat.
in the courtyard, every room had a window that allowed one to see outside. however, it was very late at night and there was only a dim yellow light, so one could not see clearly what the person who entered looked like.
fu huan leaned over the bed and took a look.
he seemed to be quite tall.
â... this must be the grandson of the song family.â grandpa chenâs voice was filled with vicissitudes of life, but there was a hint of a smile in it. it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
fu qinyuan had gone to the supermarket to buy some mosquito repellent. there were still many mosquitoes here. on the way back, he saw another car parked at the door.
the off-road vehicle was much taller than his. the car was expensive, well-maintained, and even modified. it was very impressive and right next to his.