When Fu Zhen had finished her pot of tea, Fu Jia returned.
"Sister." He walked over and sat down in front of Fu Zhen, his hands naturally resting on his knees, as docile as a kitten. Yet his straight spine and eyes, clear as a secluded spring, made it impossible to underestimate him.
"All settled?" Fu Zhen handed him the tea.
Fu Jia nodded, "Father, no, Fu Jun has already signed the divorce paper, and he's gone to pack his belongings. Mother has also kept an eye on Mrs. Liu, and Fu Rou has been brought back. At dawn, we'll send a message to the Du Family to arrange a time to pay our respects and apologize."
Fu Zhen smiled at him, "From now on, you'll be the pillar of the household. It's not easy work."
"I'm not afraid. As long as we're together, that's better than anything." Fu Jia's face was tense, "Sis, from now on it'll just be us three living quietly and peacefully."
Fu Zhen patted his head.
