When Yang Qianyu drove to the cemetery, she received a call from Feng Moyan.

She put on the Bluetooth headset and was slightly surprised, "You haven't rested yet?"

"I want you to handle the matter and tell me. You haven't heard from me all the time. I'm afraid you'll run into some trouble." Feng Moyan explained, and then asked with concern, "Has the company's matter been settled?"

"Well..." She was in a low mood and didn't want to say anything.

Feng Moyan recognized it, and his tone added a bit of worry, "What's wrong? You don't sound happy."

"No, I'm driving. I have something to do. By the way, I won't go to the hospital tonight. I'll go home directly after I finish my work. Just listen to the doctor and take good care of yourself."

When she first got into the car, she saw in the rearview mirror that Yang Guohua had made a mark on the left side of her face with a folder. It was a red mark that probably wouldn't go away today.

She didn't want to go to the hospital and be found out by Feng Moyan.

Even though the relationship between the two returned to the past and was even much closer than when they had been husband and wife for three years, she did not want to expose her tragic and unfortunate side to this person.

Everyone has scars in their heart, and no matter who is exposed, it will be bloody pain.

She wants to digest it on her own.

What's more, with Feng Moyan in his current state, taking good care of his body is the most important thing.

If you let him know about this, he will be confused if he cares about it, and you may not cause trouble again.

"Okay, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. You can pick me up tomorrow when you are free."

She was surprised, "Will you be discharged from the hospital tomorrow? Are your injuries healed? The doctor agreed?"

"It takes time to recover from the injury, and it will be the same when you go back to bed after being discharged from the hospital."

"Okay, as long as you're happy."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Qianyu continued to drive quietly, with a light expression on her face and an uncontrollable irritation between her eyebrows.

To a certain extent, she and Feng Moyan are really a "perfect match".

She had always thought that Xu Hong and Feng Zhenting were weird parents, but now that she thought about it, they were nothing compared to Yang Guohua.

Moreover, it's not that they don't love their children.

They just want to control their children and hope that their children will obey their arrangements.

And what about Yang Guohua?

People like him don't love anyone but themselves.

Everything you say and do is all based on your own interests. For the sake of selfish desires, your wife, children, and family can all be used or abandoned.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sneer.

Actually, I have to thank Yang Guohua.

With him as a comparison, she actually felt that her weird former parents-in-law were not so hateful - they were just pitiful parents in the world.

In the hospital, Feng Moyan put down his cell phone and frowned slightly.

It was too obvious that Qian Qian was hiding something from her.

According to past habits, he would definitely find someone to investigate and follow her as soon as possible - but it was only at noon today that he promised Qian Qian to give her space and freedom.

If she doesn't want to say it, there's a reason why she doesn't want to say it.

His forced intervention would only make her more unhappy.

After thinking about it, he gave up the idea, but still made a phone call.

Yang Qianyu had just arrived at the cemetery when her cell phone rang.

Seeing that it was a call from her best friend, she answered the call, "Hello, Fei Fei."

"What are you busy with? I haven't heard from you for several days."

She sighed: "It's quite eventful."

"Why are you sighing? Feng Moyan made you angry again?"

"No, I'm very good with him."

"Then... did the third little one make you angry?"

"nor……"

"What else can happen? The company is in trouble?"

Listening to her probing every word, Yang Qianyu suddenly thought of something and smiled lightly: "Did Feng Moyan ask you to call me?"

"Uh-" Fisher squeaked and smiled, "You two really understand each other. It seems that they are indeed connected."

Fei Xue's call was indeed made by Feng Moyan.

Qianqian seemed unhappy, and he asked what was wrong but refused to say anything, so he thought that his best friends might talk about everything - so he asked Fisher to call and ask if there was anything he was unhappy about, to comfort and enlighten her.

Thinking of Feng Moyan's temperament that he would take the initiative to ask for help, her heart warmed inexplicably, "I'm fine, I just haven't been to the cemetery for a long time. Come and see my mother and grandparents."

"Oh, that's it. Then you're fine. But it's very cold today. Don't stay in the cemetery for too long. You'll be in trouble if you catch a cold."

"Yeah, I know, hang up first."

Fisher took this news to reply to Feng Moyan.

"It must not have suddenly occurred to her. Something happened to make her remember." Feng Moyan hit the nail on the head and asked Fisher again, "Didn't you invest in Venus? Don't you show up to the company?"

"I... rarely go - hehe, I feel so reassured about Qianqian, it doesn't matter whether I go or not."

"From now on, if you go there often, if there is anything difficult about the company, just tell me directly."

Feng Moyan thought, this doesn't count as asking someone to monitor her and restrict her freedom, right?

Fisher was surprised, "You...you mean, let me be your eyeliner? If Qianqian knew about this, he would blame me!"

"Then you say you were threatened by me."

"Okay..." Fisher agreed, and said with satisfaction, "Seeing that you are wholeheartedly devoted to Qianqian and deeply affectionate, I am relieved. But by the way, when will you two remarry? Even though it is just a piece of paper

, but it can give you the legitimate status of CEO."

Fisher said this because she knew very well that her best friend definitely didn't care about the agreement.

But Mr. Feng is the opposite.

He is so jealous and possessive that he must have dreamed of transferring their identities to the same notebook.

Feng Moyan had indeed thought about this problem a long time ago, but it was just dragged down by his body.

"Thank you for your concern, I will arrange it as soon as possible."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your good news."

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Yang Qianyu stayed in the cemetery for a while and then drove to the ancient town.

She originally thought that the courtyard had collapsed long ago, but when she got there and took a look, she realized that the courtyard was well protected and there were still people living in it.

a family of three.

She inquired with her neighbors and learned that this family seemed to have no male master.

It was a mother and daughter with a little boy. The little boy called the mother and daughter mother and grandma.

This is strange - there are three generations of people living there, but there are no men?

She originally wanted to go in and ask, but gave up the idea after thinking about it.

Let’s find a way to investigate first.

She had an inexplicable intuition - the person living inside was probably related to Yang Guohua.

The cell phone rang. It was Yuyuan's call. You didn't need to answer it to know it was the children.

"Well, Mom will get off work now, but there is a traffic jam on the road. You guys eat first without waiting for Mom." It would take one and a half hours to get back to Jiangcheng City from the ancient town without traffic jam, and two hours if there was a traffic jam. She couldn't spend time with her children.

Have a meal.

Back in the car, she took out her makeup box to cover up the red mark on her face, and then pulled out her hair to hide it so that the little ones wouldn't notice.

When we were approaching the Imperial Garden, Gong Beize called again.

"Mr. Gong, what's going on?"

"Qianyu...you must have never imagined who asked me about you just now."

Gong Beize's words were so subtle that Yang Qianyu was shocked again, wondering if today's troubles weren't over yet?

"who?"

"Your former love rival."

She frowned, not understanding, "Can you speak human language?"

"Oh! It's that foreign girl! She likes Kane, Betty! She just called me and asked you if you were in a plane crash a while ago, if you are okay, and if you have returned to China."

Betty?
To be continued...