Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 59 We are true love, Peach Garden Cemetery

Because he knew it was Jiang Liwu, the mother he trusted and could rely on wholeheartedly.

The family doctor looked at Jiang Liwu with respect and admiration in his eyes.

After dealing with Fu Siyue's condition, Jiang Liwu let the family doctor go home to rest, while she stayed by Fu Siyue's side.

After the thunderstorm, the sun shone brightly, and Fu Siyue didn't wake up until the afternoon.

Seeing the bloodshot eyes under Jiang Liwu's dark circles, Fu Siyue felt a pang of heartache and self-reproach. He took the bowl and spoon from Jiang Liwu's hands, saying, "Stepmother, I can eat by myself. You should go back and rest."

Jiang Liwu propped her neck with one hand, twisted her neck, making a crisp popping sound, and then moved her limbs, smiling easily as she said, "I'm fine."

Although she was smiling, the fatigue on her face was undeniable. Fu Siyue felt even more sorry for her. He gripped Jiang Liwu's hand tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm the one who made you worry."

Jiang Liwu shook her head helplessly, "You've already called me Mom, if I don't worry about you, who will?"

Fu Siyue was deeply moved. He looked at Jiang Liwu solemnly and said, "Stepmother, thank you."

Jiang Liwu accepted his thanks and smiled.

"Could you come with me somewhere tomorrow morning?" Fu Siyue asked.

He's awake now and eager to get to that place immediately, but Jiang Liwu needs to catch up on her sleep.

Without asking where it was, Jiang Liwu nodded in agreement, "Okay."

Thinking of Song Jinwei and Fu Qinian, Jiang Liwu frowned. "By the way, what's the story behind Song Jinwei saying that you like her?"

Fu Siyue was still moved when Song Jinwei was mentioned. He told Jiang Liwu about his past with Song Jinwei without any concealment. Jiang Liwu sighed after listening. She knew that it was not easy to let go of someone you liked, but she still rubbed Fu Siyue's head and said, "A fruit that is forced to grow is bitter to eat, let alone a fruit that has already fallen in love with someone else."

Fu Siyue lowered his head, his eyes filled with a myriad of thoughts.

Jiang Liwu stayed with Fu Siyue for a while longer before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

She bumped into Song Jinwei just as she was about to return to her room.

Song Jinwei stopped her, "Jiang Liwu, you're really something. Fu Siyue and I grew up together and were childhood sweethearts. You've only been around for a few days and he already listens to everything you say."

Song Jinwei herself probably didn't realize that she was filled with jealousy when she said those words.

Jiang Liwu turned her head to look at her, her eyes calm and indifferent. "So what do you want to say?"

Song Jin snorted, "You saved Brother Qinian, but I won't be grateful to you because you hit him and threatened me. So I still really hate you. But I need you too. I have no problem with you living in the Fu family now." She had recovered and realized that if Jiang Liwu hadn't intervened, Fu Siyue would have killed Fu Qinian. Even if Fu Qinian hadn't died, he would have been completely crippled and unable to take care of himself.

Compared to that predicament, Jiang Liwu's two feet were nothing.

"Jiang Liwu, you'd better keep making Fu Siyue listen to you, so I can stay with my brother Qinian forever." Song Jinwei made a prayer gesture with a blush on her face, as if she was imagining the scene of marrying Fu Qinian in a wedding dress after they finally became a couple.

Jiang Liwu looked at her innocent and naive appearance and crossed her arms speechlessly, "You really are stupid."

A vein bulged on Song Jin's forehead as he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Jiang Liwu!"

"As far as I know, the reason Fu Qinian approached you is because you inherited a huge fortune from your parents." Another reason is that no matter what or what Fu Siyue owns, Fu Qinian wants to take it all. He wants to have everything and trample Fu Siyue under his feet.

Song Jinwei reacted fiercely, "You're talking nonsense!" She glared at Jiang Liwu, "What do you know? You don't understand anything at all. Brother Qinian and I are childhood sweethearts, and we've been together for over ten years. We're not together for any benefit; we truly love each other."

"He was willing to accept all my imperfections, indulge my little temper, and reject all ambiguity and temptation for me. Even though Fu Siyue targeted him time and time again, leaving him battered and bruised, he never thought of giving up on me. The feelings between us cannot be measured by money."

“Someone like you doesn’t know what love is at all.” Song Jinwei said sarcastically to Jiang Liwu. “I think you’re just jealous of me and deliberately trying to break me up with Brother Qinian.”

“I’m telling you, even if Brother Qinian really wants the inheritance my parents left me, I’m willing to give it to him. Anyway, when I marry him, this will be my dowry and our joint property.”

Jiang Liwu remained expressionless and lazily clapped twice. "So touching. You two must stay together. Respect and bless you forever." After saying that, she turned and continued to the fifth floor without looking back.

Sometimes we should respect the fate of some people and let go of our urge to help others.

Song Jinwei sensed the sarcasm in Jiang Liwu's words and was furious. "You just wait!" She was determined to use her happiness to slap Jiang Liwu in the face.

……

The next day, Fu Siyue and Jiang Liwu both got up very early, just as dawn was breaking.

Fu Siyue carried a handful of dewy lilies, and the two set off together for Taoyuan Cemetery.

When we arrived at Taoyuan, the gloomy clouds were parted, and the blazing sunrise, accompanied by colorful auspicious clouds, appeared and burned the sky red.

Fu Siyue, dressed in a long black coat, trousers, and leather shoes, stood formally in front of his mother's grave, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He had visited his mother quite often in the past, but each time he came, it happened to be drizzling, and the rain always carried a melancholy sadness.

Fu Siyue never dared to visit his mother during the day, but would secretly come to see her at night. Even when he arrived, he would not approach her, but would only watch from a distance.

Now that he knows the whole truth, he finally has the courage to approach Fu's mother and meet her face to face.

He noticed that someone had already placed a bunch of lilies before him, and the lilies still looked fresh, so that person must have left not long ago.

Guessing that the flowers were placed by Fu's father, Fu Siyue coldly swept them away like trash, and then placed the dew-covered lilies he had brought in the best spot.

He saw the cropped wedding photo of Fu's mother. Everything Fu's mother left behind was related to him, but there was no trace of Fu's father.

This clearly demonstrates Fu's mother's fierce determination; the person she truly didn't want to see was Fu's father, not Fu Siyue.

Fu Siyue was a precious treasure she cared about until the very last second of her life.

“Mom…” Fu Siyue knelt down on one knee, reached out and touched the photo on the tombstone, his eyes reddening.

The woman in the photo is gentle and radiant, and so young.