Chapter 61 Eyes Like

managed a strained smile, her eyes clearly showing disappointment, "He didn't tell me...""Perhaps he had something urgent to attend to and couldn't make it. Don't worry too much, madam.""I'm going to..."Good." Lu Hanchuan replied, taking one last significant look at Fu Xiaoyao before leaving.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at him, feeling confused. She thought there might be something on her face and instinctively reached out to touch it.

Just then, Aunt Song came over to clear the plates. Fu Xiaoyao grabbed her arm and asked, "Aunt Song, can you take a look at me Is there anything on my face"

Auntie Song took a good look at her face, “Nothing much, just plain and pretty.”

"Why was Hanchuan staring at me like that back then" Fu Xiaoyao muttered suspiciously.

Aunt Song smiled, "She probably thinks that Mrs. [Name] has become more beautiful recently."

"More beautiful" Fu Xiaoyao was taken aback, then laughed. "How is that possible I know my looks, I'm just pretty average, nothing to be called beautiful."

Qi Ya is very pretty.

That was truly a face she'd ever seen, rivaling that of any entertainment star.

If she were as beautiful as Qi Ya, would Lu Hanchuan look at her a few more times

"Madam, I'm not lying! You look much prettier after losing weight recently. You had some baby fat before, but now it's gone and you look taller and more elegant." Aunt Song said earnestly.

Fu Xiaoyao dazedly touched her own face, "Could it be true..."

Of course it's true, if you don't believe me, Madam, just look in the mirror yourself." Auntie Song encouraged.

Fu Xiaoyao really took out her cell phone and opened the front-facing camera to use it as a mirror.

This look, I don't know if it's the camera that has a slimming effect, or if it's really as Aunt Song said, and thereby produces a psychological effect.

She felt like she had lost a little weight and was slightly prettier.

"Madam, I wasn't wrong, was I" Song smiled grimly at her.

Fu Xiaoyao put away her phone and coughed a little awkwardly, "I think so..."

"That's right, Madam is actually very beautiful, just not so confident. Her features are all quite good, especially her eyes..." At this point, Aunt Song's voice suddenly stopped abruptly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Fu Xiaoyao inexplicably felt nervous, “Aunt Song”

She waved to Aunt Song.

Aunt Song came back to her senses, “Madam, I suddenly realized that you look a bit like that woman from the Qi family.”

"You're talking about Qi Ya" Fu Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.

"You're right, when I was looking closely at your eyes just now, I noticed they were exactly like hers. If I didn't know that your parents are still alive, I would have thought you two were sisters." Aunt Song teased.

"Sister We really look alike" Fu Xiaoyao was surprised.

Aunt Song nodded affirmatively, “The eyes are really exactly the same. As for other places, there are only some slight similarities.”

Fu Xiaoyao fell silent.

She had a vague concept of her own features, only knowing that she looked decent, so she never thought about resembling anyone else.

Moreover, Aunt Song wouldn't lie. Since she said so, it seems that Qi Ya and she really look alike.

Could it be that Lu Hanchuan was looking at her for the same reason just now

Thinking about this, Fu Xiaoyao's heart felt a little bitter. Her mind involuntarily conjured up all sorts of bizarre stand-in plot points.

"Madam, what are you thinking about I called you twice but you didn't answer." Aunt Song gently patted her shoulder.

Fu Xiaoyao gathered her thoughts, rubbed her cheeks, and forced a smile. "It's nothing, Aunt Song, what do you want me to do"

"I brewed a pot of Dragon Well tea in the kitchen, as Master had requested earlier. Madam, please send it up to Master," Song Yi assigned her a task.

Fu Xiaoyao hummed, "Okay."

She got up and followed Auntie Song to the kitchen.

Auntie Song carefully handed her the tray with the teapot and teacups, instructing, "The water is very hot, Madam, please be careful going upstairs."

"Don't worry," she assured, nodding her head and went upstairs.

Coming to Lu Hanchuan's study, Fu Xiaoyao couldn't bear to knock on the door, she could only stand outside and shout: "Grandpa."

"Is that Xiaoyao" The old man heard her voice and interrupted his conversation, instructing Lu Hanchuan, "Hanchuan, go open the door."

Lu Hanchuan frowned, didn't say anything, walked over and opened the door.

"What are you doing here" he asked Fu Xiaoyao, his tone flat.

Fu Xiaoyao raised the tray in her hand, "This is the tea that Grandpa wants."

"Give it to me." Lu Hanchuan extended his hand.

Fu Xiaoyao knew they were discussing something and didn't intend to go in. She obediently placed the tray in his hand, "Then I'll go down first."

"Just a little bit." Lu Hanchuan called out to her.

"Is there anything else" Fu Xiaoyao turned back.

"Did you tell grandpa something before" Lu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes.

Fu Xiaoyao didn't quite understand, "When"

"I was changing clothes upstairs."

"Oh..." Fu Xiaoyao trailed off, her voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment as she tugged at the corner of her clothes. "I didn't say anything much, just that grandpa asked if we had any good news."

"What good news" This time it was Lu Hanchuan's turn to be confused.

Fu Xiaoyao shyly lowered her head, "It's just a child..."

Lu Hanchuan's expression was a little subtle, but he quickly recovered his cold and aloof look. "Is there anything else"

"As for where our company went for team building, that's all I know," Fu Xiaoyao answered honestly.

Lu Hankan stared at her quietly for a while, his thin lips parted slightly, "I know, you can go now."

"Okay, bye-bye," she waved at him and walked away humming a tune.

Lu Hanchuan watched her slender figure disappear, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of apology for her.

It seems he misunderstood her.

At that time, the old man looked at him with undisguised displeasure. He thought she must have told the old man about his bone marrow.

I'll ask her if she needs anything later and make it up to her.

Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan turned around and closed the door, returning to his study.

"Where's Xiaoyao" the old man looked behind him. "Why are you alone"

Lu Hanchuan put down the tray, pouring tea while calmly replying, "She just came to deliver tea and has already left."

"Where was I when we last spoke" the old man said, taking the tea he offered and sipping it.

Lu Hanchuan sat down opposite the old man, "Find someone."

"Oh, yes." The old man set down his teacup with a heavy sigh. "That child... who knows what's become of him..."

"He should still be alive."

"Who knows, it's been over twenty years. Hope of living is slim." The old man closed his old eyes, his expression filled with sorrow.

Lu Hanchuan couldn't bear to see his grandfather like this, so he got up and walked behind his grandfather, kneading his shoulders, "Grandpa, don't be sad, I will find your son."

"I hope so," the old man sighed, but there was little hope in his heart.

If it could be found, it would have been found long ago. It wouldn't have been missing for over twenty years.

His poor grandson, only two years old, was kidnapped. Back then, when there was finally some news, his son and daughter-in-law were overjoyed and went to look for him. Unfortunately, they had an accident on the way.

That accident not only took the lives of his son and daughter-in-law, but also made the whereabouts of his grandson, which he had finally managed to find out, disappear again!

"Hanchuan," the old man turned to look at Lu Hanchuan.

Lu Hanchuan stopped his actions, "What's wrong, Grandpa"

"If your younger brother truly can't be found, then you become my only grandson. The Lu family lineage absolutely cannot be broken. Do you understand what I mean"

"I know." Lu Hanchuan nodded.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, "That's good. How did you arrange this ancestor worship"e turned cold, "Then your biological father cheated on your mother with the female college student she supported. Your mother found out and angrily left home, but she was hit by a car on the way, and...