The hour-long drive from the villa to the old Fu residence passed in a daze. Lu Xinran’s pregnancy, the look in Fu Shenyan's eyes when he left—it all pressed down on me, suffocating me. A heavy knot tightened in my chest, and the moment the car stopped at the gates of the ancestral home, a wave of nausea washed over me. I stumbled out and retched over a flowerbed, dry heaving until my stomach ached, but nothing came up. "Well, well. A few days as the grand young Mrs. Fu and you've already gotten so delicate. Sick from a simple car ride." A sharp, cutting voice sliced through the air from the entrance. I didn't even need to look to know who it was. Grandfather Fu had two sons. The eldest, Fu Changheng, had been killed in a car accident years ago along with his wife, leaving behind their only son, Fu Shenyan. The other was the second son, Fu Changheng. The woman sneering at me now was Xu Hui, the wife of my second uncle, Fu Changheng—my Second Aunt. Wealthy families are nests of resentment, a fact I had long grown accustomed to. Suppressing the wave of sickness, I looked at Xu Hui and offered a mild, polite greeting. "Second Aunt." Xu Hui had always had it in for me. Perhaps it was because of my humble origins, a stark contrast to the favor Grandfather Fu had shown me, which bred her jealousy. Or perhaps it was her resentment that the old man had entrusted the entire Fu family business to Fu Shenyan, and I was simply the most convenient target for her bitterness. Her cold eyes swept past me, and seeing the car was empty, her face hardened. "What? The great young master of the Fu family can't even be bothered to show up for his own grandfather's funeral?" So many people had come today; Fu Shenyan's absence was a serious breach of etiquette. I forced a smile and said evasively, "Shenyan had an urgent matter to attend to. He's tied up but should be here later." "Hah." Xu Hui scoffed. "So this is the one the old man thought so highly of. Pathetic." This was a major family, and with so many guests, Xu Hui had to keep up appearances. She didn't press the matter further, despite her dislike for me. We entered the house together. Grandfather Fu's memorial tablet was placed in the center of the main hall. His body had already been cremated, and the urn sat just behind the tablet. The hall was filled with white funeral flowers, and an altar for incense and offerings stood before the memorial. Guests continued to arrive in a steady stream. Grandfather Fu had been a man of great renown, and most who came to pay their respects were prominent figures. Fu Changheng and Xu Hui bustled about, managing the affair, while I stood by the memorial hall to receive condolences. "Miss Shen," a voice said beside me. It was Zhang Sao, holding a sandalwood box. "Zhang Sao, what is it?" The Fu family, despite its wealth, had few heirs, so the household was not large. Grandfather Fu had preferred quiet, keeping only Zhang Sao to look after his daily needs. She placed the sandalwood box in my hands, her expression full of sorrow. "The Old Master left this for you. Keep it safe." She paused, then added in a lower voice, "He knew that once he was gone, Mr. Fu would likely try to divorce you. If you don't want that, give this box to him. Once he sees it, he'll have to think twice. It won't be so easy for him to cast you aside." I looked down at the small, square sandalwood box in my hands. It was sealed with a concealed lock. Looking up at Zhang Sao, I asked, "Where's the key?" "The Old Master already gave the key to Mr. Fu," Zhang Sao replied. She studied my face. "You've grown so thin lately. You must take care of yourself. The Old Master always hoped you and Mr. Fu would have a healthy son soon, to continue the family line. Now that he's gone... don't let the Fu lineage die out with your generation." At the mention of a child, I froze for a moment before managing a weak smile, saying nothing more. After the memorial service, the hearse carried my grandfather's ashes to the cemetery. The whole ordeal dragged on, and by the time we arrived, it was already afternoon. Still, there was no sign of Fu Shenyan. The burial ceremony concluded, and Fu Shenyan was still nowhere to be seen. With Xu Hui on his arm, Fu Changheng approached me. "Xiao Shu," he said, his voice heavy, "the dead can't be brought back. Go home and talk to Shenyan. Tell him not to hold this grudge against his grandfather any longer. The old man didn't owe him a thing."