Entangled with My Ex's Uncle
Chapter 370: Her Husband

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: Her Husband

Three years ago, Fu Rongyin had schemed a trap and had destroyed the Fu Family through his hands. Then overnight he arrived in Hai City and in the blink of an eye, he became the Fu Family’s greatest rival.

Three years had passed, and Fu Rongyin had successfully snatched all of the Fu Family’s business, leaving him with nothing but an empty shell.

However, Fu Rongyin didn’t even bother to engage with him, speaking a few words to the bodyguard behind him, and then left with Chi Yue.

Xi Yihang wanted to follow, but the bodyguard stopped him.

Watching such a perfect opportunity slip away right before his eyes, Xi Yihang punched the wall.

He refused to believe that with Chi Yue’s return, Fu Rongyin would remain indifferent.

Outside the gate, Chi Yue broke free from Fu Rongyin’s grasp, her tone distant and indifferent, "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for helping me."

"I’ll take you home."

"There’s no need, we’re not on the way."

"Mianmian left something at your place. I’ll go over to get it for her."

Chi Yue’s feelings were in turmoil, and for a moment she couldn’t find a good excuse to refuse, so she agreed.

When they arrived at her home, Chi Yue got out of the car first, and Fu Rongyin followed her into the house.

Chi Yue thought of something and stepped back to the entryway, "Please be quick, so my husband doesn’t get the wrong idea."

Fu Rongyin, on the other hand, wasn’t in a hurry. He surveyed the situation in the house, "The things you picked are not bad."

Chi Yue’s lips tightened slightly as she urged again, "Where are the things? I’ll get them for you."

"In the master bedroom."

No sooner had he spoken than he strode toward the master bedroom.

Chi Yue immediately followed, her face displaying all her reluctance.

She blocked his path, "If it’s in the master bedroom, it’s not appropriate for you to go in. My husband would mind. What is it? I’ll retrieve it."

Fu Rongyin looked at her intently, "As far as I know, besides you, no one else has been here. If he minds, just say it belonged to the previous owner, couldn’t you?"

"Sorry, I can’t accept any man other than my husband in my bedroom, please respect yourself."

Chi Yue repeatedly emphasized "my husband," but Fu Rongyin wasn’t angered, "It’s in the third drawer underneath the wardrobe. There’s a photo inside. Fetch it for me."

Chi Yue went in, located the wardrobe, and found the photo. Upon seeing it, her bright apricot eyes deepened like water.

She placed the photo back in the drawer, returned to the doorway, and said, "You remembered wrong, there’s no photo there."

Fu Rongyin raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, "Did you look carefully? I couldn’t possibly remember wrong."

Chi Yue’s face was impassive, "You remembered wrong."

Fu Rongyin appeared contemplative and after a pause, he said, "Tomorrow’s the weekend. I’ll have Mianmian come over and look for it."

Chi Yue, "I won’t be home tomorrow."

"Then she can come in the evening."

Chi Yue watched the man’s retreating figure, and a surge of anger welled up from the bottom of her heart.

She had seen his tricks before, but she had not expected that he would change his usual style and engage her in a battle of patience.

She took out her phone and dialed Nan Yuan’s number. She explained what just happened, and Nan Yuan immediately said he would come over tomorrow morning with Nan Baixuan.

After ensuring the gate was firmly shut, Chi Yue checked all the doors and windows once more before returning to the master bedroom to lock the door from inside.

Reopening the drawer and taking out that photo, Chi Yue’s hands trembled uncontrollably.

This was the photo Fu Rao had stolen from Fu Rongyin.

After so many years, he still kept it, even using it so openly as an excuse to reconnect with her.

Chi Yue’s grip tightened on the photo, turning it into a crumpled mess in her hands as she ruthlessly threw it into the trash can.

Meanwhile, in the villa next door.

Fu Rongyin held a wine glass, his deep eyes unblinkingly fixated on the woman in the monitor, capturing every move she made.