The hand that was about to lift the mask stopped again.
With his eyes tightly closed, half of Fu Qianchen's face was extremely handsome, while the other half carried an air of mystery like a ghost.
Actually, all she had to do was lift his mask, take a photo, and with her excellent hacking skills, she would definitely be able to find out this man's real identity.
However, the finger that had been resting on the mask finally moved away.
She muttered, "Fu Qianchen, I've helped you again. You can't just kick me aside once you've crossed the river, you know."
Just as her hand was about to touch his abdomen, the scorching palm felt a touch of coldness and was immediately interrupted.
"So I should really thank you, right?" The questioning voice showed no sign of emotion.
Feng Yu's wrist was grabbed.
She looked up at him in surprise and said, "Why are you awake?"
Fu Qianchen squinted his eyes slightly. Since childhood, he had been poisoned, and he had developed an immunity to it. The drug wore off quickly.
He just wanted to see if this bold woman dared to lift his mask.
If she did, he would surely break her slender neck!
Feng Yu pursed her lips slightly. The light shone on her delicate face, making her look extremely charming, and her long lashes were trembling.
"I knew you'd turn your back on me," she complained, with a hint of anger in her voice, but because of her gentle tone, it sounded more like a coquetry.
The fire that had been building in Fu Qianchen's chest was miraculously extinguished.
He hooked his lips, stretched out his long arm, grabbed Feng Yu's collar, and pulled her closer.
"You've seen what you shouldn't have seen and touched what you shouldn't have touched. Tell me, how should I deal with you?"
At such a close distance, she could clearly feel the man's breath.
Just now, when she was treating him, she could be completely focused.
But now, with the man awake, and the things she shouldn't have seen out of the corner of her eye, it really made her blush.
"I... am already a widow," Feng Yu meant that she had already taken responsibility.
Fu Qianchen laughed instead. "Since you've seen everything, then I'm yours."
The calmer Fu Qianchen laughed, the more uneasy Feng Yu felt.
She had managed to save her life, but her reputation was probably going to be ruined.
That night, Feng Yu slept restlessly.
As the saying goes, serving a lord is like being with a tiger. Now she was right in the wolf's den, with a hungry wolf beside her who was up to who - knows - what.
The next day, Feng Yu came downstairs sleepily. The man she had treated, on the other hand, was full of energy.
Today, Fu Qianchen was wearing a black shirt and a white suit. The unbuttoned buttons revealed his sexy collarbone.
The thin silver mask complemented him well, and his every gesture exuded an indescribable air of nobility.
"President, this is the signing project between Hailan and IE. What do you think..." A man stood beside Fu Qianchen. Feng Yu had seen him after the wedding car explosion.
It seemed that he was also one of his confidants.
When Fu Qianchen saw Feng Yu, his thin lips curled up involuntarily. He motioned towards her and said, "The patron is over there. Let her sign."
Pa... patron?
The driver and the secretary were shocked at the same time.
Was the young master serious?
When the young master announced this morning that the young mistress would be the one who supported him from now on, everyone thought he was just joking. But now it seemed that he was really serious.
But the problem was that the young master was not only Fu Qianchen but also...
Feng Yu took the contract. She knew about IE. It was a large enterprise that the Fu family had always cooperated with.
She glanced at Fu Qianchen indifferently, showing no sign of being flattered, and then quickly signed the contract.
Fu Qianchen raised his eyebrows slightly. He had thought that this careful girl would put up some resistance, but unexpectedly, she accepted it very quickly.
"You're quite straightforward," Fu Qianchen hooked his lips and stared at her thoughtfully.
"What can a puppet do if it doesn't agree? The Fu family was never mine anyway. I just didn't expect that I'd have so much power. And I never thought being a gigolo was so good. On the very first day, I got a ten - million - yuan project."
Feng Yu calmly sat across from him, picked up the porridge, and blew on it.
Fu Qianchen had used her hand to invest the Fu family's resources in a small company he owned under a false identity.
Now, everyone would know that this unremarkable small company named Hailan was supported by this beautiful widow.
After all, what could the outside world say about a woman who, right after her husband's death, couldn't wait to give money to a small company? The rumors would surely be ugly.
What the outside world didn't know was that the one who was cuckolded was Fu Qianchen, and the gigolo was also Fu Qianchen.
Of course, she didn't care about these things.
All she wanted was to stay in the Fu family and keep the title of Mrs. Fu.
"Fu Qianchen, I'm going back to my parents' house today," Feng Yu said after drinking the porridge and gently wiping her lips with a handkerchief.
Fu Qianchen looked at the driver. The driver immediately said, "Young master, generally, a bride needs to go back to her parents' house three days after the wedding. But your situation is special, so the young mistress kept vigil for seven days. Today is the eighth day..."
Fu Qianchen understood.
He curled his lips. "I'll take you."
When Fu Qianchen smiled, something bad was bound to happen.
Feng Yu looked at him and asked, "Do you plan to go in the name of my late husband or my new lover?"
"What do you think?"
Feng Yu fell silent.
This man liked to ask rhetorical questions and liked to watch her get angry.
But she just wouldn't let him have his way.
The more lazily he toyed with her like a predator with its prey, the more she wanted to pluck a whisker from this tiger.