Fu Qian's residence was in a remote area, so no one liked to go there.
It took two hours to reach the Feng family's place by car.
Feng Yu, who had been sitting there uneasily, was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Fu Qian leaned over. He hooked his lips, and there was a mischievous smile under half of his mask. "What's the rush?"
He slowly unbuckled her seat - belt. The man's aura lingered around her.
Feng Yu stared straight ahead, trying to ignore him. Fu Qian's lips were almost touching her face, and his magnetic voice rang out again. "A young girl still smelling of milk."
Feng Yu's eyelashes trembled. "It's the smell of milk candies. I have low blood sugar, so I always carry candies with me."
"Sweet?"
Fu Qian recalled the girl who had stuffed a candy into his hand in the car when they first met.
In his memory, there was also a little kid who loved candies.
But he didn't like candies.
"Do you want to try?" Feng Yu asked cautiously. Before she could even offer the candy in her palm, his lips covered hers.
His tongue traced the outline of her lips and finally gave an answer. "Mmm, sweet."
Feng Yu tightly clutched the candy, and her lips were trembling. "Fu Qian!"
"You told me to try. What, are you going back on your word?"
The man's answer left Feng Yu fuming, unable to say a word.
Fu Qian curled his thin lips, and his smile deepened.
Watching the woman who angrily pushed open the car door and walked away, he reminded her from behind, "Chou Fu."
Feng Yu looked at him in confusion.
Fu Qian calmly looked at her and said leisurely, "You should remember my name."
"Chou as in 'enemy', and Fu as in Fu Qian."
Chou Fu?
Why did this name seem so familiar?
By the time Fu Qian's car had already driven away, Feng Yu frowned in thought. While she was still thinking, someone called her name from behind.
"Hey, isn't this the poor Cinderella from the Feng family? I heard you married a 'prince charming'?"
The one who spoke was Xia Qianqian, a friend of her elder sister.
Xia Qianqian had long heard that Feng Yu had married an old and ugly man. Moreover, the man had died on the very first day of their marriage.
What bad luck!
Feng Yu looked indifferent. She knew that Xia Qianqian was using the words "prince charming" to mock her.
However, in Feng Yu's mind now was the image of that man who exuded an air of nobility even with a mask on, sometimes domineering and sometimes wicked.
If one had to say, he was not unworthy of the title of prince charming.
Feng Yu gave her a cold look and said nothing. In Xia Qianqian's eyes, it seemed as if she had been hit where it hurt and didn't dare to speak.
Xia Qianqian pushed past Feng Yu and walked into the Feng family's house with a haughty stride.
"Qianqian, you're here."
Feng Qingsheng greeted her with a smile. But when she saw Feng Yu standing beside her, her face immediately darkened.
"Feng Yu, how dare you come back? You're a widow who brings bad luck to her husband. You killed your husband as soon as you got married. Do you want to kill the rest of us too?" Feng Qingsheng shouted.
Xia Qianqian also chimed in. "Qingsheng, you can't talk like that. She's Mrs. Fu now. She's not the same as before."
"Mrs. Fu? Feng Yu, don't you forget that your mother died when you were eight. You're really unlucky. Wherever you go, bad luck follows. You killed your own mother, almost caused your father's company to go bankrupt, and now you've killed your husband. You're a jinx! My mother didn't let you go out to prevent you from harming others. Don't act like a lady. You're just a girl without a mother's upbringing. You're even worse than the dogs in the backyard!"
After hearing this, there was not a single ripple in Feng Yu's clear black - and - white eyes.
She walked towards Feng Qingsheng, raised her hand, and slapped her hard.
Feng Qingsheng and Xia Qianqian were stunned on the spot.
After all, since childhood, Feng Yu had only been fit to hide in the corner and endure their beatings and scoldings.
When did she dare to fight back!
"Feng Yu! You're crazy. You bitch. How dare you hit me!" Feng Qingsheng reacted and was about to rush over to fight back.
But Feng Yu dodged slightly, and Feng Qingsheng missed.
Feng Yu straightened her clothes, raised her eyes, and looked innocent. "Sister, what are you talking about? You're the elder sister, and I'm the younger sister. How could a younger sister hit you for no reason? Dad, you're back."