In the past, considering Fu Yingying was the daughter of Qingqing, she could tolerate her repeatedly.

But from now on, it’s impossible.

Fu Mengchuan, upon hearing this, immediately said, "Definitely not, she won’t participate in any family banquets."

Supporting her until she graduates from college has already been a generous gesture.

Anything beyond that is impossible.

To be honest, after raising Fu Yingying for so many years, he does have a bit of affection for her as a father.

But it’s just a bit.

He won’t upset his wife and son for this bit of affection.

Ultimately, nothing is more important than his wife.

Seeing that the two of them have already discussed it, Fu Xiyan was silent for a few seconds but still spoke up, "There’s something I need to say, perhaps after hearing it, you won’t arrange Fu Yingying this way."

Jin Huazhu and Fu Mengchuan, hearing this, immediately looked at Fu Xiyan.

Of course, so did Fu Wangchan.

Under the gaze of the three, Fu Xiyan continued, "Grandfather’s illness is related to Fu Yingying."

Fu Family Three: ?

"Do you know where the pen container in the studio in the backyard came from?" Fu Xiyan, after saying this, turned his gaze to Fu Mengchuan.

Clearly, this question was mainly directed at Fu Mengchuan.

After all, many items in the studio were arranged by Fu Mengchuan.

Upon hearing this, Fu Mengchuan immediately shook his head, indicating he didn’t know, and added, "They were all arranged by Fu Yingying herself."

"Is there an issue with the pen container?" Fu Wangchan frowned, looking at Fu Xiyan.

Fu Xiyan: "A formation was placed on that pen container, grandfather’s Vital Breath was absorbed by that pen container."

As soon as Fu Xiyan spoke, the faces of the three people in the study changed dramatically.

Fu Wangchan’s expression looked even worse.

No wonder, the day he entered the studio, he smelled an awful odor.

Besides the smell, he was forcibly dragged into a sinister and terrifying world.

To this day, Fu Wangchan can still clearly recall it.

"Calm Mind, Focus." A cold and hard voice sounded in Fu Wangchan’s ear, pulling him back to reality.

Fu Wangchan turned his head to look at Fu Xiyan, who had just spoken.

"Didn’t you already cultivate a new mental method, why does the Vital Energy keep going berserk?" Fu Xiyan said as he took out an incense burner from the Storage Ring, lit incense, and placed it aside.

Fu Wangchan paused for a moment before realizing he almost let his Vital Energy go berserk again.

Fu Mengchuan, watching Fu Wangchan, said, "You didn’t even use Vital Energy, how did it suddenly go berserk?"

Fu Wangchan shook his head, "Remembered some unpleasant things."

The three of the Fu Family, upon hearing this, frowned slightly.

"Just remembering can also cause Vital Energy to go berserk?" Fu Xiyan frowned, looking at Fu Wangchan and asked.

Fu Wangchan shook his head, "Let’s continue discussing Fu Yingying’s matter."

Fu Xiyan was a bit uneasy about Fu Wangchan’s condition and stared at him for a while, finding that his dispersed Vital Energy seemed to be retracting a bit, leaving him puzzled.

However, he didn’t think more about it and continued discussing the Vital Breath matter with the three.

"After the Vital Breath is absorbed into the pen container, it gets transferred to the paintbrush, and finally, it gets infused into the painting."

"Several of Fu Yingying’s paintings have grandfather’s Vital Breath contained within."

After hearing Fu Xiyan’s words, the faces of the three from the Fu Family changed instantly, all looking extremely grim.

Fu Mengchuan found it somewhat unbelievable.

While Jin Huazhu and Fu Wangchan’s eyes contained anger, it was evident that they were very upset with Fu Yingying’s actions.

Because Fu Yingying trapped the old man’s Vital Breath, and also because Fu Yingying actually used this method to paint.