"But..." Mu Qing hesitated slightly.
"Your father must be doing this for your own good," Fan Luoyu said.
"This isn't my private matter. It's the Fan Family's matter. Let me handle it myself, alright?
I don't want to put you in a difficult position. You know too, there are some things we can't change."
"Alright." Mu Qing nodded slightly.
Then she looked at Steward Xu and said, "If you do anything to her, I'll never forgive my father for the rest of my life."
Escorted by the two men, Mu Qing stepped off the flower boat, where another boat had long been waiting to receive her.
Steward Xu pointed inside the pleasure boat and smiled. "Miss Fan, please."
"Can you come with me?" Fan Luoyu looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
"Young master," Steward Xu stretched out a hand, blocking Xu Zimo's path.
"What? You want to stop me?" Xu Zimo raised his head and asked.
"That is not what I mean." Steward Xu still smiled. "But Young Master, think this through.
Once you enter, it will be difficult for you to get away.
If you leave now, I'll pretend none of this ever happened."
Xu Zimo glanced at Fan Luoyu.
Though she had concealed it well, he could still sense her nervousness.
Her right hand lightly pinched the corner of her white robe, and even her breathing had grown somewhat heavy.
Xu Zimo recalled what the guard named Gong Lei from the caravan had told him before.
Fan Luoyu had always been Sheng City's renowned great philanthropist.
Back when the family head was still alive, he had protected her well and never allowed her to suffer even the slightest grievance.
Perhaps life's violent rises and falls were simply like this.
Her father's sudden death had