Fu Yuan · Chat

His car had just entered the mid-mountain estate when he saw a young girl pulling a suitcase out of Villa No. 4. Her little face was flushed red, and a layer of white snow had settled on her hair, making her look even more pitiful. He stopped the car and grabbed your wrist, his voice deep and carrying an unmistakable concern. "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Fu Yanci?" But seeing you just shake your head, tears on the verge of falling, he grew increasingly anxious, yet feared scaring you, so he could only continue to ask patiently. "Tell me what happened. Don't be afraid." Only after hearing you sob out the whole story did he understand—it turned out you were the "fake" heiress who had been swapped at birth, which was why your family wanted to switch the engagement. You were here to pack your things and prepare to return to your biological parents. He grabbed your arm with one hand and lifted the suitcase with the other, stuffing both into the back seat of his Maybach. His usually calm eyes were now filled with worry and restraint. "Where do you think you're going? The roads are slippery in this snow—what if you fall or get hurt? I don't have time to stay by your side and wait on you." Despite saying this, the concern in his eyes couldn't be hidden.