Chapter 191

Azura was startled by her uncle's reaction.

She knew this would shock him, but she hadn't expected such an intense response.

"How did you find out?"

"If I told you I've known for three days, would you kill me?" Azura shrank back, summoning her courage to speak.

Leo stepped forward and fiercely pinched her cheek.

His grip was strong, forceful, with no intention of holding back.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... Uncle, I promise to tell you first next time," Azura pleaded desperately.

Leo released his grip, looking at his oblivious niece, his hand itching to teach her a lesson.

Zuri is from the Feng family! She's actually a member of the Feng family!

Leo shot Azura a cold glance, causing her to shiver and quickly scamper away.

Leo walked over to his desk, pressed a series of numbers, and said, "Fang Xiang, postpone tomorrow's schedule. Also, arrange a flight to the capital tonight."

Meanwhile, at the capital's airport, a private jet had just landed, and two luxury cars were already waiting nearby. Four people disembarked from the plane and immediately boarded the cars, which slowly left the tarmac.

Zuri looked at the towering buildings outside the window. This was her first time in the capital in both lifetimes, and everything felt unfamiliar.

Owen, sitting next to her, noticed her focus on the scenery and silently swallowed his words.

After about an hour, the cars gradually drove into a private estate. The guards at the entrance saw the two vehicles and let them pass without hesitation.

As soon as the cars stopped, the door opened, and Zuri stepped out, standing at the entrance, looking at the historic old house before her.

The three brothers walked up to her.

"This is our home. You lived here until you were one year old," Nolan said.

One year old—there were no memories of that time.

Zuri looked at the unfamiliar surroundings in silence.

The four entered the house, where Aunt Zhang was already waiting at the door. When she saw Zuri, a flash of surprise crossed her eyes.

"This must be the young miss!" Aunt Zhang exclaimed happily, stepping forward to greet her.

Feng An descended from the second floor, walking into the living room, his gaze landing on Zuri. When he saw her face, his expression froze for a moment.

She looks so much like her!

As he studied Zuri, she was also scrutinizing him.

The man before her had striking features. The three brothers bore some resemblance to him, his demeanor authoritative, with an aura of power.

Nolan said to Zuri, "This is our father, Feng An."

Zuri gave him a slight nod.

Feng An approached, his stern lips curving into a gentle smile. "Zuri, welcome home."

"You've got the wrong person. I'm just here to meet someone. After that, I'll be leaving," Zuri said calmly.

Feng An was taken aback and turned to the three brothers, his eyes questioning them.

Owen shrugged, looking helpless.

Adam pretended not to hear.

Nolan asked, "Zuri, would you like to rest first?"

"No need."

"Alright then."

Nolan led Zuri upstairs but ordered the others to wait downstairs.

Feng An followed them to the deepest part of the second floor. When they reached the end of the corridor, they both stopped.

"She's inside."

Nolan opened the door, allowing Zuri to enter alone. Feng An wanted to follow, but Nolan blocked his way.

As Zuri stepped into the room, the door slowly closed behind her.

"Lullaby, my little darling, sleep tight; in your dreams, Mommy will be by your side..." A soft, melodious voice sang, its gentle tone like a flowing stream, tenderly brushing over the heart, captivating and soothing.

Zuri followed the gentle voice, her gaze sweeping over the large room filled with various wooden dolls and toys. In the center was a pink princess bed, beside which a woman gently patted a doll nestled in the covers. The woman's expression was tender, her movements delicate, as if handling a precious treasure with utmost care.

The woman kissed the doll affectionately, whispering softly, "My sweet Ying'er, Mommy's good little baby."

Zuri's heart trembled as she looked at the woman.

This is her mother!

Fu Junran seemed to feel the intense gaze from behind and turned around. Her empty, lifeless eyes met Zuri's bright, clear ones.

In an instant, the angelic, pink little baby from Fu Junran's memory merged with the girl before her.

"Ying'er."

A spark of life suddenly lit up Fu Junran's vacant eyes.

She rushed forward, pulling Zuri into a tight embrace. "Ying'er, you're Mommy's Ying'er. You really came back. My little Ying'er has really come back."

Zuri could clearly feel the dampness on the back of her neck.

"I'm sorry, my baby. It's all Mommy's fault. I didn't take good care of you." Her voice remained gentle but was choked with sobs.

Zuri stood stiffly, letting her mother hold her.

Fu Junran repeatedly apologized, blaming herself over and over.

For over ten years, she had constantly blamed herself for her failure, punishing herself endlessly, unable to find peace.

For over ten years, she had been tormented by her own guilt.

Her arms around Zuri were strong, holding on tightly, as if afraid to lose her again.

Zuri could feel the intense emotions emanating from her mother—guilt, regret, fear, joy—all intertwined.

These complex and powerful emotions disturbed Zuri's calm heart.

Her mind was blank, and she didn't know how to react to the situation. She could only stand there awkwardly, allowing herself to be held, even though it was hard to breathe.

Outside the room, Feng An and Nolan anxiously waited. Feng An's stern face showed signs of worry and unease, his eyes fixed on the door.

Nolan stood quietly by his side, saying nothing.

Feng An frowned, "Why is it so quiet in there? Is something wrong?"

Nolan glanced coldly at his father, his voice cool, "No."

To outsiders, his father was a wise and decisive figure, but when it came to matters involving his mother, he always lost his composure.

"It's been so long without a sound. Something's not right."

As he spoke, Feng An moved to open the door, but Nolan caught his hand.

"Wait a little longer."

Whether Zuri could be moved, whether she could soften her heart, depended on whether their mother could break through the walls around it.

He would not allow anyone to interfere, not even his own father.

Inside the room, Fu Junran's emotions gradually calmed. Seeing that Zuri remained silent, she grew anxious and worried, cautiously asking, "Ying'er, are you sleepy? Do you want Mommy to hold you while you sleep?"

Zuri was about to say 'No,' but when she met her mother's cautious, fearful eyes, she softened.

"Okay."

Zuri obediently lay down on the bed.

Fu Junran happily tucked her in, gently patting her like a baby, singing a soft lullaby, "Lullaby, my little darling, sleep tight; in your dreams, Mommy will be by your side..."