She wrote in the cafe until nine o'clock, when the Cheng family's housekeeper sent a message saying that the old lady had left a tonic soup for her.

This means reminding her that it's time to go home.

She originally wanted to reply that she was working overtime, but then she thought about whether the Cheng family was waiting to find fault with her, and whether she had to take the opportunity to fight back.

Let them know that soft persimmons are not so easy to pinch.

She drove the new car given by Cheng Zitong back to Cheng's house, and the first person she met was the housekeeper.

"Miss Fu, the old lady is waiting for you in the room," the housekeeper told her. "You go around the terrace outside the kitchen. There is a staircase there to go up to the second floor."

Fu Yuan'er followed the path he told her, but first she quietly walked around to the back of the living room from this path to see what monsters were blocking her way.

Sure enough, Cheng Muching was guarding there.

She must have thought that Fu Yuan'er had just arrived at Cheng's house and would only walk into the hall.

She glanced at Cheng Muching's figure and left quietly.

As expected, Murong Jue was still awake at the moment, wearing reading glasses and sitting and reading a book.

"Grandma." Fu Yuan'er walked in and said hello.

Murong Jue closed the book and smiled at her, but his expression was already tired.

"Grandma, I came back too late." Fu Yuan'er was very sorry.

Murong Jue shook his head disapprovingly.

"I read a good book today, which made me feel sleepy." As she said this, she put the book down.

Fu Yuan'er glanced at the cover subconsciously and was stunned. That was a book written by her...

To be precise, it was a collection of press releases she had made over the years.

Last year she won a journalism award, and the editor-in-chief prepared a collection for her.

"Thank you for your compliment, Grandma." Fu Yuan'er said with a smile.

Murong Jue asked: "The Fu family has been doing business for several generations, why do you want to be a reporter?"

"Because I like it."

She likes the feeling of "digging". When the surface is peeled off and the truth is seen, it is a great sense of accomplishment.

"When you arrive at the Cheng family, will you dig out the truth about the Cheng family?" Murong Jue asked next, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

Fu Yuan'er was slightly stunned, guessing that Murong Jue already knew that she had found out about her brother-in-law and aunt's fake pregnancy.

"Is what I see now about the Cheng family just superficial?" she asked, returning the question to Murong Jue.

Murong Jue was slightly startled and realized that she had dug a hole for herself.

This little girl is really quick-thinking.

Murong Jue laughed heartily a few times, "Although we live under the same roof, people are separated from each other, so I can't see through everyone's thoughts."

"If you really find something, you must tell me in time."

Is this to encourage her, or to dig a hole for her to jump into?

If she nodded in agreement, wouldn't it make Murong Jue think that she was really here to stir up trouble?

Sorry she's not.

"Grandma, I think everyone is very good," Fu Yuan'er said very sincerely, "Cheng Zitong has always wanted to come back, and now you have helped him realize his wish. I am very grateful to everyone."

Murong Jue nodded with a smile, but there was something profound in his eyes, "Just get used to staying here."

As she spoke, she took out a key from the small drawer at hand and handed it to Fu Yuan'er.

Fu Yuan'er wondered why Murong Jue kept giving her the key all day long.

"I asked someone to clean up a study room for you, which is right next to your bedroom," Murong Jue said. "How can you write a manuscript on the coffee table?"

This was an unexpected surprise for Fu Yuan'er.

"Thank you so much, Grandma." At this moment, she truly believed that the Cheng family were all good people.

Murong Jue smiled and nodded, "Go and rest, I want to sleep too."

"Good night, Grandma." Fu Yuan'er took the key and left the room happily.

When she reached the door, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Grandma," she turned around and asked, "how did you know that I was writing on the coffee table?"

The Cheng family...won't install surveillance cameras in every room...

Murong Jue looked at her: "Zitong said that."

Fu Yuan'er:......

She couldn't help but blush slightly, wondering what strange thoughts she had just now.

Sure enough, there is a study room next to the bedroom.

A large desk, a comfortable office chair, and just the right lighting.

There are also two small lamps with unique shapes on the desk. One has a crystal glass lampshade, and the other is in the shape of a bear with a glowing belly.

Late at night, Fu Yuan'er would feel very safe by turning on these two lights and writing in the company of Yingying lights.

Was this little bear sent by Murong Jue to accompany her?

"Fu Yuan'er, you are quite popular." Suddenly, a sarcastic female voice sounded, and Cheng Muching came to the door.

She reacted now and understood that the housekeeper pointed another way to Fu Yuan'er.

Fu Yuan'er sat down on the large office chair and said without any humility, "I think so too."

Cheng Muching snorted coldly: "I will always be the only little princess of the Cheng family, and you are just an outsider."

Fu Yuan'er thought about this sentence. Is Cheng Muching worried about her competing for favor?

"Of course," Fu Yuan'er followed her words, "My grandma cares about you and will never make you tired. It's not like me, an outsider, who has to go to the suburbs tomorrow to buy delicious food for my grandma.

.”

Cheng Muching frowned: "Outskirts of the city, delicious food?"

Everyone knows that Murong Jue likes food. Cheng Muying sometimes even flies to other cities to buy snacks for Murong Jue, but this is the first time she has heard of something in the suburbs.

Fu Yuan'er smiled slightly, "Yeah, haven't you ever eaten it? Air-dried beef is deep-fried and then put with secret seasonings. There is a limit of one thousand servings per day... Hey, I won't tell you more. I have to get up early tomorrow.

There’s a queue.”

She stood up, walked past Cheng Muching, and went back to her room.

When she came out from the shower, around eleven o'clock, there was a car in the garden and left quickly.

One look at the car silhouette showed that it belonged to Cheng Muching.

Fu Yuan'er chuckled and lay down on the sofa happily.

It seems that when these Cheng family members come across matters related to Murong Jue, their IQs will be reduced by half first.

She turned on her phone and wanted to read the interview information before going to bed. What Murong Jue said and what Zi Tong said came to mind involuntarily...

Why did Cheng Zitong tell the Cheng family that she needed a study room?

Is he... thinking of something else...

At this time Yin Jinxi called.

She picked up the question in confusion: "Mom-to-be, are you still up so late?"

Are you too happy to sleep?

There was indeed a smile in Yin Jinxi's voice, "I probably won't be able to sleep early today. Everyone is very happy."

"Cheng Zitong also drank too much. Will you come to pick him up, or should I have someone take him back?" she then asked.

Fu Yuan'er was surprised, the couple was happy, why was he drunk!

"How drunk were you?" she asked.

"...I don't recognize the person anymore, but he said he wanted to go back," Yin Jinxi said, "So I think he might want to go back."

You come and pick her up."

It's quite annoying in the middle of the night.

Fu Yuan'er wanted to refuse outright, but then she thought that her new study room was due to him, so she changed her mind.

Just think of it as thanking him.

She drove to the place where they were drinking, and Yin Jinxi was already waiting for her outside.

"Jinxi!" She happily ran forward and gave Yin Jinxi a big hug, "Congratulations!"

She handed over a gift bag, "A gift for the baby."

Yin Jinxi took it out and saw a pair of finely carved gold and silver children's bracelets, with the designer's name engraved on the small tag.
To be continued...