She would never believe that Song Zhenyuan would miss her.

I would never believe that they really wanted her to go back to the Song family for dinner.

This time they used their mother's relics as bait again, presumably thinking of some conspiracy to frame her.

She pulled her lips coldly.

Do they really think she is still the same Lu Yanyu who was easy to deceive and bully?

The doorbell rang, twice slowly.

She opened the door.

Fu Chenfeng stood quietly outside the door, with a slight smile on his lips and a dignified temperament.

"Have Yang Liwan and Song Xuefei been here?"

Lu Yanyu was stunned: "How do you know?"

"I just saw them downstairs."

Fu Chenfeng said and walked in: "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

Lu Yanyu shook his head: "They brought me my mother's relics."

"Can they be so kind?"

Fu Chenfeng's tone contained a hint of sarcasm and suspicion.

See, even others thought that the mother and daughter would not be so kind.

Lu Yanyu smiled coldly and took out the jewelry and notebook she had just given.

"This is not the only thing my mother left in the Song family. They wanted me to go back and find it myself."

"Are you going then?"

Fu Chenfeng was sitting on the sofa and subconsciously wanted to smoke, but when he suddenly thought of something, he quietly pushed the cigarette case into his pocket.

"Go."

Lu Yanyu poured him a glass of water: "Why don't you go?"

"Aren't you afraid of their conspiracy?"

"So what if I'm afraid? Even if I can't hide this time, they will still think of other ways to harm me."

Fu Chenfeng nodded clearly: "Then... do you need me to accompany you then?"

"Need not!"

Lu Yanyu slowly narrowed his eyes and said firmly: "I will eventually face all this alone. I want them to know that I am no longer the Lu Yanyu who allowed them to bully me."

Fu Chenfeng leaned back on the sofa and said with a low smile: "That's okay, but you have to be careful. If you need my help, just ask."

"Um!"

Lu Yanyu nodded and picked up his mother's little book to read.

The notebook is only about the size of a palm, not like a diary, but more like a notebook for taking notes or practicing calligraphy.

When she was a child, she often saw her mother writing.

Her mother is good at handwriting, so under her mother's guidance, her handwriting is also very beautiful.

The handwriting in the notebook is all written by my mother.

When I opened one of the pages, the paper was a little yellowed and the writing on it was slightly smudged.

"On March 17, I was traveling to East Lake with Qingyan, and he suddenly confessed his love to me. What should I do?"

There is only this sentence on this page, as if the mother's thoughts have no one to tell, so she can only vent them by writing them in a notebook.

But who is Qingyan and why does this name sound familiar?

Fu Chenfeng subconsciously tightened his hands on his knees, his eyes dim.

"Xiaoyu, what are you looking at?"

"Things my mother left behind when she was alive." Lu Yanyu put these two treasures away and wanted to take a good look at them tonight.

Looking at the deeds recorded in this book, it is as if I can feel my mother's mood at that time.

As a result, she felt closer to her mother, as if her mother was by her side.

Fu Chenfeng stared at the notebook in her arms intently: "Can you show it to me?"

Lu Yanyu was startled and hesitated without making a sound.
Chapter completed!