No wonder the elites dislike going home.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Shu looked at his son with a flushed face and said, “Your sister is truly filial. The rapid turnover of funds in my company is all thanks to her husband!”

Hearing this, Shu Han still felt uneasy.

“Father, did Anian say she would bring her husband home to visit?”

“Yes, she said she would, but she’s been busy lately.”

Shu Han sensed from his intuition that his sister must have suffered some grievance. After all, who willingly marries into a high-status family and still feels overlooked? His sister must have pleaded with her husband for a long time before he transferred a billion yuan to patch up their company’s cash flow. Just thinking of his sister’s tearful face made his heart ache with both pain and frustration.

At that moment, He Xuan entered with two cups of milk, showing concern. “You both shouldn’t worry so much. I believe Anian is capable and won’t be wronged. Just relax.”

She then squeezed Mr. Shu’s shoulder and said to Shu Han, “You care too much about your sister. She’s always been competitive and ambitious, which is good. Besides, bringing benefits to the family is even better. It’s good for you and me both, so why not embrace it?”

Mr. Shu felt this woman truly understood the bigger picture and was becoming more considerate of the family’s interests.

Shu Han, however, felt something was off about her words but couldn’t quite pinpoint what.

Perhaps it was because he’d been raised to always put the family’s interests first, never letting personal feelings get in the way.

...

After breakfast, Shu Nian sat on the living room sofa, alternating between reading novels and watching videos. Life was truly leisurely.

But only for a few days—soon, she would have to work hard for her dream.

Last night, the big boss had suddenly called to ask her to go back with him to face his family.

In her past life, she had never met Fu Zhouye’s family. She was always courting disaster. Could it be that this time, without her usual recklessness, things were finally going in a better direction?

It was understandable, it was understandable—it was okay.

She planned to make a good impression in front of the boss to gain some favor, so he wouldn’t side with that scoundrel against her.

After a while, two stern-looking men in formal attire entered the hall.

“Madam, here are your and Mr. Fu’s clothes.”

Shu Nian guessed they were Fu Jianzhi’s assistants or secretaries and accepted the two large boxes.

She opened one box and glanced at the clothes inside.

Gently lifting the lid, a graceful deep green appeared—a cheongsam made with exquisite Su embroidery.

The delicate lotus pattern seemed alive, swaying gently in the morning dew’s light. Every stitch revealed the artisan’s unique craftsmanship.

She softly caressed the smooth silk.

A treasure trove of Su embroidery was worth more than gold, showing just how precious this dress was.

Besides the cheongsam, there was a smaller box inside.

Opening it, Mu Ruo gasped.

Inside was an entire set of jewelry.

Though Shu Nian came from a respectable family, not a millennium-old clan like the Fus, she had some worldly experience and had been invited to various jewelry exhibitions. She could tell this set was highly valuable.

...

Fu Zhouye descended the staircase slowly, dressed in a bespoke black suit. At 1.88 meters tall, his presence was commanding.

Shu Nian said, “This set of clothes…”

“For you,” Fu Zhouye replied. “Go change inside. The jewelry is yours too.”

Mu Ruo exclaimed, “The jewelry is for me too?!”

A faint smile appeared in Fu Jianzhi’s narrow eyes. “This is your reward for today. I hope your performance lives up to it.”

Mu Ruo asked, “May I ask how much it’s worth?”

“Sixty million.”

“...Never mind, that’s too expensive.”

Shu Nian was quite self-aware. She knew she wasn’t working yet and was relying on Fu Zhouye for everything, so she intended to agree to whatever he proposed.

After all, he was her financial benefactor. She couldn’t take his resources and then speak ill of him, right?

She was already planning her next steps.

The monthly twenty million living expenses paid by Fu Jianzhi were stipulated in the contract as his compensation to Mu Ruo for their sham marriage.

Today’s jewelry was not part of that.

Fu Zhouye said, “If you don’t want it, just throw it away.”

Shu Nian exclaimed, “!!! I want it! I want it!”

Fu Zhouye let out a faint chuckle and made way for her. “Go change inside and fix your hair. Today we’re going to the Fu family. You might be a bit wronged there, but endure it for the sake of these jewels.”

Mu Ruo nodded.

As long as they didn’t kill her.

For such expensive jewelry, she was definitely willing to endure some grievances.

Enduring a little hardship to get sixty million—how many people would want such a deal?

They wouldn’t even dare dream of it.

Wearing the cheongsam, Shu Nian looked like a lady from a classical painting. The exquisite lotus pattern swayed gently by her side.

Her waist was perfectly cinched, highlighting her slender figure. The hem flared slightly, revealing glimpses of her delicate, snow-white calves with every graceful step—both modest and alluring.

The deep green contrasted sharply with her jade-like skin, making her complexion look even paler.

The fine Su embroidery shimmered softly under the light, enhancing her gentle temperament.

She slowly draped the necklace around her neck. It rested lightly against her skin, sparkling brilliantly.

Facing the mirror, she carefully pinned up her smooth black hair with a simple yet elegant jade hairpin. A few loose strands framed her face, adding softness and grace.

Standing before the full-length mirror without makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her features remained exquisite; beneath her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, her fox-like eyes sparkled with life, capable of captivating hearts with just a glance.

...

Sure enough, she was still so beautiful.

Fu Zhouye looked at Shu Nian and said, “No need for makeup.”

He knew that if she applied makeup, she would be the center of attention, impossible to ignore.

Shu Nian then followed him into his Rolls-Royce.

Fu Zhouye busied himself with documents the entire ride, not speaking to her.

The world of a tycoon was beyond ordinary people’s understanding. Perhaps he could earn tens of millions in a minute; that was why he worked so relentlessly.

An hour later, they arrived at the Fu residence.

Unconsciously, Shu Nian had fallen asleep in the car. From the top-tier sound system to the exquisite interior, every detail conveyed a sense of noble luxury. She blinked awake drowsily.

Fu Zhouye stepped out and opened the door. “Get out.”

Shu Nian followed him out.

At this moment, Mu Ruo realized just how extraordinary the Fu family was.

The Fu family’s gates stood tall and majestic. The vermilion doors were intricately carved with cloud and dragon patterns, each stroke exuding an unassailable authority.

Above the door hung a plaque with black background and golden characters gleaming in the sunlight, inscribed with “Fu Mansion”—majestic and imposing.

Stepping into the traditional courtyard felt like crossing time into another world entirely.

On either side of the bluestone path, neatly trimmed bamboo swayed gently in the breeze, rustling softly and mingling with the distant sound of guzheng music—a simple, ancient melody.

She looked around and saw the courtyard arranged with elegant pavilions and towers, each detail revealing craftsmanship and centuries of history.

Compared to the European-style luxury she was used to, this place felt solid and profound.

Outside the mansion, crowds gathered, some marveling at the passing luxury cars, others whispering about the Fu family’s power, their eyes full of awe and longing.

Shu Nian couldn’t help but reflect: no wonder people were intimidated and reluctant to enter here lightly.

Inside the Fu residence, the solemnity of the traditional architecture pressed heavily on Shu Nian’s heart.

Only one thought came to her mind: European style flaunts your wealth, but Chinese style reveals your supreme power.

She looked up at the towering eaves, with their upturned corners and carved beams and painted rafters, each brick and tile telling stories of a thousand years. Compared to her family’s European-style lavish decor, this place was steadier and weightier.

Outside, the crowd pointed and whispered, amazed at the luxury cars arriving, their eyes filled with envy and respect.

Shu Nian followed Fu Zhouye, feeling the piercing gazes from all around—it was like needles on her back.

She muttered inwardly, no wonder these tycoons hated going home. With such a stifling atmosphere and countless watchful eyes, anyone would feel uneasy.