The Ming Family Study.

After a long argument, father and daughter finally calmed down.

At this moment, they sat facing each other. The father, with a stern expression, asked coldly, “Speak up—what exactly is the purpose of your return? If I remember correctly, someone once said they would never set foot in the Ming Family’s gates again, never acknowledge me as their father. So stop with the empty words; I want the truth.”

A faint smirk played on her lips as she replied coldly, “I heard you got two for the price of one—you not only gained a beautiful and virtuous wife, but also a pair of well-behaved and sensible children. I’m afraid you’ve completely forgotten about me, the impudent and unfilial daughter who made such boastful remarks, so I came back specifically to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me.”

“What if I refuse to give it to you?”

“Then we’ll settle this in court.”

“You want to sue me?”

“That’s not my first choice, but it’s certainly not out of the question. After all… I’ve already lost everything; there’s nothing left to lose. If you don’t believe me, we can always take a gamble.”

Ming Yue yawned, propping her forehead with one hand as she quietly waited for the unnamed male operative across from her to respond.

His face had already grown as dark as night, and it took him quite some time to steady his breathing before he cast a cold glance at his daughter, who was sitting just a few feet away.

Only then did he realize that his daughter had not only changed in appearance, but was no longer the obedient, gentle, and understanding little girl she used to be.

Now she was…

entirely prickly!

Ming Shuo closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened them again. “How much do you want?”

“As much as I’m entitled to—not a single penny less.” Ming Yue picked up the steaming cup of tea in front of her and took a delicate sip, her tone indifferent.

Before the man could answer, she set down the teacup, stood up, stretched lazily, and began dragging her small suitcase straight toward the door.

Just before reaching the doorway, she paused, turned slightly toward Ming Shuo, and said, “Take your time thinking it over. I’m going out to pick up a few daily necessities. Hopefully by the time I get back, you’ll have made up your mind.”

With those words, Ming Yue strode out of the study without even looking back.

There were still quite a few people in the living room.

An old woman whose gaze was like a knife, ready to kill her.

A young rascal busy making silly faces, trying to scare her half to death.

A thin young man who stood up and softly called her name.

And Liu Qinxin, who rose with a warm smile and brought over a cup of hot tea.

Ming Yue merely gave them a cold glance, offering no response, saying nothing, and paying no attention to anyone at all. She simply continued dragging her small suitcase toward the door.

Soon she reached the white, dilapidated car parked outside the Ming Family compound.

After stowing her small suitcase in the trunk, Ming Yue quickly walked around to the front of the vehicle.

Just as she was about to open the door, her wrist was suddenly seized.

The familiar warmth swiftly spread from her pulse throughout her entire body, and at the same time, a hoarse male voice rang in her ear: “Ming Yue, let’s talk.”

The voice was still the same.

The breath hadn’t changed much either.

Without even turning her head, Ming Yue knew exactly who it was.

Her heart gave a slight tremor.

But she quickly composed herself, meeting the man’s slightly reddened eyes with a cool, detached gaze, and said indifferently, “There’s nothing for Mr. Fu and me to talk about.”

“Ming Yue!”

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry to go shopping. Excuse me.”

Ming Yue looked down at the man.

The message was crystal clear: Mr. Fu, let go!

The man clearly understood.

But he didn’t comply.

That large, knobby hand still gripped Ming Yue’s slender wrist tightly, his burning gaze fixed on the woman he hadn’t seen in ages, and his hoarse voice grew even raspier.

End of Chapter 3: Mr. Fu