Chapter 9 Return to the Fu Family

Tong Xiaoge rested for a while in Lin Shuyu's apartment. Although her chaotic thoughts had calmed down, she knew she had to face reality.

She stood at the window, looking out at the sky that was gradually darkening.

Lin Shuyu noticed Tong Xiaoge's hesitation and uneasiness, and he said softly, "I'll take you back, Xiaoge."

Tong Xiaoge turned around and nodded slightly, with tears of gratitude in her eyes, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Lin Shuyu simply tidied her clothes and changed into a clean and neat dark windbreaker with the collar slightly open, revealing her unintentional casualness and elegance.

They walked out of the apartment together. The wind outside brought the freshness and moisture of the rainy season that had just passed.

The street lights have been turned on, casting spots of light on the wet ground.

Lin Shuyu gently opened the car door and politely invited Tong Xiaoge to get in.

Inside the car, the air was filled with a faint woody scent . Tong Xiaoge leaned back in the seat, feeling a sense of security in her heart.

Lin Shuyu started the car, and the world outside the window slowly receded. His profile looked particularly resolute under the light of the street lamp.

"You don't have to worry too much, Xiaoge." Lin Shuyu suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car, his voice low and powerful.

"No matter what happens, you are not alone."

Tong Xiaoge nodded slightly. The scenery outside the window was like a flowing painting, but her mind was drifting away, thinking about everything she was about to face.

Although the atmosphere in the car was calm, Tong Xiaoge could feel Lin Shuyu's concern, which made her feel a little more at ease.

When we arrived at the Fu family's door, it was already completely dark.

The solemn gate looked even more stern in the night, and the light shining on the gate cast long shadows.

Lin Shuyu parked the car and looked at Tong Xiaoge deeply, "Are you sure you want to go in?"

Tong Xiaoge took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound firm, "I must."

Tong Xiaoge placed her hand gently on the cold iron door of the Fu family. When she pushed the door open, the slight creaking sound of the hinges was unusually clear in the night.

She walked into the place she once called home, and the air was filled with a familiar yet unfamiliar scent.

Under the light, the hall of the Fu family was still magnificent, and the gorgeous chandelier emitted a soft light, illuminating her face.

Her face looked a little pale under the light, and there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

Tong Xiaoge was wearing a simple grey dress with a dark long windbreaker over it. Her hair was casually tied up, revealing a tired yet calm beauty.

She walked up the stairs in silence, her steps were somewhat heavy. Every step was like walking on a cold knife edge, her heart was trembling slightly, but she knew that she had to do this -

For my own future, to end everything in the past.

Entering her room, the seemingly unchanged layout made her feel even more complicated.

The room is filled with furniture she carefully selected, and each item carries her memories of this home.

She stood quietly in the middle of the room, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

Then she began to act, and every move she made was decisive.

She opened the wardrobe, folded her clothes one by one, and put them into the suitcase.

In the drawer, she found some old photos, which were photos of her and Fu Chen. They were smiling so sweetly and so carefree.

She stopped what she was doing and gently slid her fingertips across the face in the photo. At that moment, two clear lines of tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

But she soon gathered herself together and put the photo along with other fragments of memory into a small box.

Every corner of the room was carefully taken care of by her, and all personal belongings were collected without any omission.

Finally, when everything was ready, she stood in the room full of luggage, looking at it all, with an indescribable feeling in her heart——

It is a relief, but also sadness.

Tong Xiaoge carried her luggage and went downstairs quietly.

With every step, the staircase made a faint sound under her weight, as if even this deserted mansion was expressing its reluctance or relief at her departure.

When she just reached the corner of the stairs, she suddenly heard low voices of conversation.

The sound came from the direction of the kitchen. Tong Xiaoge stopped, her heart suddenly tightened, and she instinctively listened.

"Really? Tong Xiaoge really thinks he is a member of the Fu family?"

Lin Yan's voice was filled with a hint of disdain and contempt. She wiped the cup in her hand with a smug look on her face. "That was her blessing in her previous life, to be able to marry a wealthy man like Mr. Fu. She deserves it to leave now."

Wang Ma's voice was relatively gentle, but not without worry. "Don't say such harsh words. It's not easy for Tong Xiaoge either. After all, she has suffered a lot over the years."

"Suffering?" Lin Yan smiled contemptuously, "Where did she suffer? She wears gold and silver all day long and lives in such a big house. I wonder how many women out there envy her."

Tong Xiaoge leaned against the cold and hard wall, her palms gradually sweating, pain and anger intertwined in her heart.

These servants could never understand the loneliness and helplessness she had felt in the Fu family over the years.

Her existence in this family is nothing more than a gorgeous accessory. Even if she devotes all her tenderness and efforts, it is difficult to gain a word of sincere understanding or comfort.

Tong Xiaoge's heart trembled at Lin Yan's words. Her fingertips pressed against the cold wall, feeling the chill from her fingertips. It seemed to remind her that this home had never truly warmed her heart.

Lin Yan's voice continued to echo in the kitchen, with a sense of pride and contempt, "Look at her pitiful appearance, humph, she is so good at pretending. If she really has the ability, how could she let Master Fu look down on her?"

Tong Xiaoge looked through the gap in the stairs and saw Lin Yan waving the cloth in her hand with a sinister smile on her face. Her words were sharp and sarcastic, and every word was like a sharp knife, trying to cut off all her dignity and self-esteem.

Although Aunt Wang tried to comfort her, she couldn't hide her weakness in her voice, "Miss Xiaoyan , you can't say that. Xiaoge is the young master's wife after all. As outsiders, we should say less."

"wife?"

Lin Yan sneered, her tone even sharper, "What kind of wife is she? My cousin was only forced to marry her back then. She is just a decoration of the Fu family. Only when she leaves can the Fu family return to normal."

Tong Xiaoge bit her lower lip tightly, her heart being hurt again and again by these cruel words.

She knew that Lin Yan's words were just the tip of the iceberg. Many people in the Fu family viewed her this way - an outsider, someone who would never be able to integrate into this family.