Chapter 198: Strange Dream

, "I'll go help Aunt Song.""Don't go, just sit here nicely." The old man tapped her chair leg with his cane.Fu Xiaoyao dared not disobey, obediently returned to her seat.The old man's face brightened....It was only then that Shao Sinians realized he had been quick with his words and said something he shouldn't have.

He rubbed his head in frustration, and replied helplessly, "Actually, I found a secret about your identity..."

"My identity" Fu Xiaoyao exclaimed, "What's wrong with my identity"

"No, your identity is fine. It's just some things that are very strange. I've been investigating for almost three months now, but there's no progress." Shao Sian said somewhat vaguely.

Fu Xiaoyao became even more anxious, "Since my identity is fine, then tell me, what's strange about it"

"Xiaoyao, I can't tell you for now. Let me investigate first and then I'll tell you, okay If I tell you now, I'm afraid something unexpected might happen." Shao Si Nian's voice became serious.

He really wasn't willing to tell her about her true identity now.

If she knew that she wasn't the daughter of the Fu family, she would definitely investigate her identity herself. Then, if that person found out, he certainly wouldn't let her return to her real home, and might even harm her.

So, he didn't even tell Lu Hanchuan about this matter. He had been secretly investigating it all along. Unfortunately, the incident happened too long ago, and the investigation was very difficult.

Fu Xiaoyao heard the seriousness in Shao Sian's words and understood that he would never say anything more. She couldn't help but feel a little deflated. "I understand, then you investigate it. When you find out, tell me. I also want to know what's strange about my identity."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, but by then I hope you..." Shao Si Nian hesitated.

Fu Xiaoyao tilted her head, "What do you hope for"

"It's nothing, we can talk later. I have something to do here, so I'll hang up first. Let's get in touch when you have time." Shao Siniang smiled and said.

Fu Xiaoyao hummed in response, "Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, she put her phone away and smiled before heading back into the house. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind her, "Little Yao, who was that you were just talking to"

Fu Xiaoyao turned her head, "Grandpa Fu, how did you get here"

"I'm here to bring you some dishes." The village chief replied, putting down the basket of vegetables in his hands.

Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly poured him tea, "Thank you, Grandpa Fu."

"You're welcome, it's all from our own garden." The village head took the cup and sat down, his sharp eyes sweeping over her face. "Little Yao girl, were you crying just now"

"No." Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly turned away and rubbed her eyes. "It's just sand in my eyes."

"Come on," the village head chuckled, shaking his head. "Little Yao, you're trying to pull my leg. You're still too young. Come on, was it your husband who bullied you just now"

"No, it's a friend of mine." Fu Xiaoyao turned her body back and replied softly.

The village chief narrowed his eyes, "Friend Did he just tell you what his identity is"

"Grandpa Fu, did you hear that" asked Fu Xiaoyao in surprise.

The village head nodded, a glint flashing in his eyes as he probed, "I heard a little bit, what exactly did he mean by his identity"

"I don't know either." Fu Xiaoyao didn't notice the village head's strangeness and simply told him about her conversation with Shao Si Nian just now.

The village chief let out a barely perceptible sigh after hearing this, "That's how it is then, forget about it. Let the girl rest early and come find me anytime she needs anything."

"Okay, Master Fu, walk slowly."

After bidding farewell to the village head, Fu Xiaoyao stretched languidly and carried the vegetables gifted by the village head to the kitchen. She cooked herself a simple meal.

After her meal, she sat at the head of her bed reading a book, preparing to rest for a while. As she read, she fell asleep.

By the time she woke up, it was already dark.

She yawned and reached over to her bedside alarm clock. To her surprise, it was almost eight o'clock.

"It's so late" Fu Xiaoyao rubbed her eyes and got up, then picked up the phone beside her pillow and opened it. She found several missed calls on the screen, all from the same person.

Looking at this string of familiar numbers, her eyes flickered on and off several times.

This was probably the first time Lu Hanchuan had called her so many times.

Fu Xiaoyao flipped through her call log and discovered that Lu Hanchuan had called her every half hour. The most recent call was just ten minutes ago.

He's called so many times, is there something wrong

For a moment, Fu Xiaoyao felt both worried and at a loss.

She was worried that something might be wrong with him, but she didn't want to call him back, so she was conflicted and didn't know what to do.

Such a tangle lasted for several minutes, and finally Fu Xiaoyao couldn't bear the worry in her heart, so she dialed the phone.

It wasn't Lu Hanchuan's number she had dialed, but Aunt Song's.

At this time, when Song Yi received her call, she was also a little surprised, "Madam, why did you suddenly call"

Fu Xiaoyao fell silent for two seconds before speaking, "Aunt Song, is there something wrong with Lu Hanchuan, or is there a reason why he's looking for me"

"Where is the gentleman"

"Well, he called me a few times, so..."

Aunt Song understood, raising an eyebrow slightly, "So Mrs. it seems you're worried about your husband I'll ask him for you."

"Good." Fu Xiaoyao nodded.

Aunt Song knocked on the door and entered Lu Hanchuan's ward.

Lu Hanchuan put down the pen in his hand and looked up at her, "What's the matter"

Aunt Song pointed at her phone. "Sir, Madam asked what you wanted to find her for."

Hearing that it was Fu Xiaoyao asking, Lu Hanchuan's eyes deepened for a moment, "She called you"

Aunt Song nodded.

Lu Hanchuan's thin lips pursed in displeasure.

This woman, knowing he was looking for her, didn't give him a call back, but called someone else to ask about him.

Does she just not want to talk to him

Thinking about it, Lu Hanchuan's face was frighteningly cold, and the air around him solidified.

He clutched the pen in his hand, his voice cold as he said, "Tell her, it's fine!"

"Oh." Aunt Song responded, relaying his words to Fu Xiaoyao on the phone.

Fu Xiaoyao was dubious.

Is everything alright

Making so many phone calls is clearly not his usual style. How could it be nothing

Although he had said so much, she was not prepared to continue asking.

The more she is questioned, the tighter her grip will become.

"It's fine then, Auntie Song. I'm going to cook now. Let's chat next time." After Fu Xiaoyao finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Song Yi put down her phone and sighed with a hint of pity: "Being a mistress is hard enough, having to cook too What a mess."

Lu Hchuan heard her words, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, "She still hasn't told you where she is now"

"No," Auntie Song shook her head. "Madam doesn't say, she just doesn't want us to know."

Lu Hanchuan's handsome face was slightly sullen, "You go out first."

"Good," Aunt Song turned and left.

Lu Hanchuan put down his pen, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then closed his eyes for a short rest.

While he slept, he had a dream, a very strange one to him.

In my dream, there was him, Shao Sinian, and Tang Yi.

Shao Sian told him he was in love with Fu Xiaoyao. He scoffed and actually signed a divorce agreement and divorced Fu Xiaoyao. After the divorce, Fu Xiaoyao was pursued by both Shao Sian and Tang Yi.

And he watched the three of them from the side, anger burning in his heart. He even wanted to drive Shao Si Nian and Tang Yi away, then lock Fu Xia Yao up, so that these two people would never be able to find her again.

Just as he was about to do so, a jolt ran through him, and he suddenly opened his eyes, waking up.

Lu Hanchuan woke up, his whole body covered in sweat and panting slightly, looking very tired.

He didn't pay attention to the phone that was still buzzing on the bedside table. He just held his forehead, recalling the dream he had just had. Everything that happened in the dream was bizarre to him, yet he couldn't help but care about it.

Why on earth would he have such a dreamead, watching him disappear at the top of the stairs. She carefully put away the ticket and then took out her phone to search for information about the fashion show online so that she wouldn't be emba...