Hearing her words, the confidants of Fu Qianchen were all shocked.
This was the young master's secret!
Was this girl really a medical genius?
"What else can you do?"
Compared to the hidden illness Feng Yu had revealed, this man seemed to be more interested in her.
Feng Yu frowned again. She looked at him, lost in thought.
Her bright eyes were as clear as a spring.
What else can I do...?
As she was thinking, her chin was lifted again. She felt the coolness of his fingertips.
"Can you be a widow?" Fu Qianchen asked, gently stroking her soft hair as his scarlet lips curled into a smile.
Feng Yu looked at him with her clear eyes. "I'll be clumsy at first."
"Practice makes perfect. It doesn't matter," Fu Qianchen laughed.
Feng Yu: "..."
This man was actually cursing her future husband!
"Uncle, I think it would be great to be your wife. If I were to remarry in the future, I'd like to marry you best," she said softly, sounding like she was flirting.
An outsider might think they were a loving couple.
But the words she said were anything but sweet.
The driver was sweating. Wasn't she clearly saying that she'd continue to bring bad luck to the young master?
These two were both so sharp - tongued.
"I'm tough. I'm just afraid your life is too fragile. Beautiful women often have short lives," Fu Qianchen said with a smile.
"Uncle, you're so capable, but it's a pity that the gods envy the talented," Feng Yu replied.
The people around Fu Qianchen were holding their breaths.
Did this girl really have some amazing skills?
In this situation, how dare she talk back to their young master!
Didn't she know how to spell the word "death"?
Fu Qianchen grabbed her with his long fingers. His dark eyes were gloomy. "Are you cursing me?"
"Uncle, didn't you ask me to be a widow? My husband, Fu Qianchen, is dead, but I'm lucky to survive. My husband, Fu Qianchen, died young and horribly, with no remains left. My husband, Fu Qianchen, is so pitiful!"
Feng Yu curled her lips slightly, looking like a little devil.
Each time she said his name,
Fu Qianchen's face grew darker.
The driver beside them couldn't bear to watch.
This girl was only 18 years old, looking innocent.
She was just saying what the young master had told her to, but deliberately repeating his name was clearly an act of revenge.
She was so brave. But would she still dare to talk like this if she knew the young master's other identity?
Looking at this bold girl, the driver somehow felt that she might even be more aggressive...
Fu Qianchen withdrew his gaze and regained his cold look. He instructed his subordinates, "Arrange for news broadcasts to announce my death."
...
At 18, Feng Yu became a widow on her first day in the Fu family.
In front of the ugly photo on the mourning hall, except for the old lady, no one from the Fu family was crying.
"My grandson! Why are you so unlucky!"
"He was so smart and lively when he was a child. How could he get seriously ill? Just as he was about to get married, he died in a car accident."
"He was only 28! Who was so cruel? Even though Qianchen was already in such a state, you still attacked so ruthlessly. Do you really think I'm dead?"
The old lady cried hysterically. A group of people rushed forward to comfort her.
Feng Yu couldn't cry because she knew the truth. Even if she didn't, she still couldn't cry for a stranger.
On her first day in the family, her husband died.
The reputation of being a jinx on her husband was fixed.
Moreover, since she didn't cry at the mourning hall, the media was soon saying that she, as a wife, was heartless.
The Fu family had a rule.
All daughters - in - law were not allowed to divorce within three years of marriage.
So, even though the old lady hated her to the core and scolded her for being a jinx whenever she saw her, she couldn't violate the family rule.
Feng Yu knelt in Fu Qianchen's villa for seven days.
At first, a few people came to visit. But later, the old lady was hospitalized due to excessive grief, and the Fu family members simply stopped coming.
Feng Yu couldn't help but sigh, "Fu Qianchen, you're so unpopular. No one even pays their respects after your death."
"You're not much better. Haven't you seen the online comments? The pretty widow."
A dark shadow loomed over her.
The masculine aura lingered around her, and the magnetic voice was filled with a hint of teasing.