Whether it’s about finding relatives or something else, investigating someone without warning is incredibly presumptuous.
What’s more, her job was a confidential one.
This could cause her a lot of trouble.
She was developing a new type of engine. Who knew what their motives were for investigating her?
At this thought, her expression turned serious. "Mom, if anyone from the Rong Family shows up again, just send them away. Even if my dad wasn’t Old Mrs. Fu’s biological son, he never experienced any real family affection while he was alive. He’s been gone for years now, so there’s absolutely no need for all this ’returning to the ancestral fold’ nonsense. Things are perfectly fine as they are."
"Also, if anyone asks about my work, just tell them you don’t know anything."
This was the first time Mrs. Fu had seen her daughter look so serious.
She nodded instinctively.
Then she quickly added, "I never talk about your work anyway. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t go blabbing about it."
Her daughter earned such a high salary.
Even a fool could tell her job wasn’t simple.
Fu Mingxue saw it was getting late. "I’m heading to school now."
"Are you coming home for dinner tonight?" Mrs. Fu asked.
Fu Mingxue thought for a moment. "Not tonight. I have something to take care of at school."
’There was a lab at the school, and she needed to work on a few things.’
"Don’t wait up for me. Just go to bed early. I’ll probably be back late."
"Alright. When you leave in a bit, take a thermos of the chicken soup your grandma brought over. I’ve already packed it for you."
Fu Mingxue’s face darkened. "? Mom, is that really necessary? It’ll be cold by lunchtime. What’s the point?"
Mrs. Fu glared at her. "You can just get the cafeteria to heat it up."
Fu Mingxue was exasperated. "Why would I bother them like that? If I really have to drink it, I might as well just come home for lunch!"
"Then come home! I’ll make you something delicious for lunch."
Mrs. Fu’s words left Fu Mingxue at a loss for words.
"Oh, for goodness’ sake, Mom! It’s the middle of winter, and I’m on my bike, you know? The wind is howling! Is it really worth it for me to run back and forth just for a bowl of soup? It’ll barely be in my stomach before the ride back turns it into a block of ice inside me!"
"I really don’t need it that badly."

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