She was only five years old when she painted this picture. At that time, Mu Shiyan was merely eleven.
Her mother often brought her here. She and Mu Shiyan were extremely close and could talk about anything. She also loved painting back then.
As a result, there were traces of her scribbles on almost every wall in Mu Shiyan's house.
Feng Yu noticed that although Mu Shiyan had the house cleaned regularly, the paintings she made as a child remained untouched.
"You didn't have these removed. I thought you'd have the house redecorated after I left," Feng Yu said.
Mu Shiyan fell silent. When Feng Yu turned her head, she met his extremely deep-set eyes.
Those eyes held a multitude of emotions.
Feng Yu was rendered speechless. She placed the first - aid kit aside, decided not to pursue this topic any further, patted the sofa, and said to Mu Shiyan, "Come here. I'll tend to your wounds."
Mu Shiyan's injuries were on his forehead and palm, and both were quite severe.
She lowered her head, carefully using tweezers to remove the debris from his palm and then from his forehead.
Mu Shiyan's cold eyes were fixed on her intently.
At such a close distance, he could clearly see the girl's fair and delicate skin. Her eyelashes were much longer than when she was a child, thick and slender.
Beneath her dainty nose was a pair of extremely pink lips, as alluring as jelly.
He tilted his head slightly. Just a little closer, and he could kiss her.
"Brother - in - law, you're not going to do anything inappropriate while I'm bandaging your wounds, are you?" Feng Yu's playful voice rang out.
It shattered all his desires. Moreover, the address "brother - in - law" created a gulf between them.
Mu Shiyan scowled but said nothing.
After cleaning the wounds, Feng Yu applied medicine. She examined them carefully and said, "Thankfully, the wounds aren't too long. They won't leave scars. I'll disinfect them with alcohol. Bear with it."
Mu Shiyan's eyebrows were knitted tightly, but he didn't utter a single groan.
Suddenly, he asked, "Fu Qianchen is dead. You don't need to remain a widow for him. You can remarry."
Feng Yu let out a soft laugh. "You probably don't know how He Xinlan arranged the engagement with the Fu family. According to the Fu family's rules, divorce is not allowed within three years."
Mu Shiyan punched the table.
Feng Yu grabbed his hand. "I just bandaged it. If you want to vent your anger, please use the other hand."
"As long as you wish, I can get you out of the Fu family immediately," Mu Shiyan declared confidently.
Feng Yu pursed her lips. "Young Master Mu, since you hate me so much and wish me ill, isn't it just what you want for me to be a widow now? Why are you so eager for me to get divorced? What's your motive?"
Mu Shiyan clenched his fists, stared intently at Feng Yu, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
Feng Yu curled her lips into a smile. "Could it be that you want to marry me? I wonder if the Mu family would accept a widow. I'm afraid you'll experience another downfall and taste the loss of power again."
Mu Shiyan was rendered speechless by her words.
She had hit the nail on the head.
Indeed.
He couldn't do something so contrary to social norms, nor could he bring shame to the Mu family.
Moreover, Feng Qingsheng was pregnant. For the reputation of the Mu Corporation, he had to marry her.
"As long as you want, I can make you my mistress. You'll never have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life," Mu Shiyan said.
Mistress?
Feng Yu laughed, her smile rippling. "It's getting late. Get a good sleep. Don't blame me for not warning you. I'll never let He Xinlan and Feng Qingsheng off. If you really want to marry Feng Qingsheng, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Do you really have to go all the way? Even though He Xinlan is your step - mother, she has raised you after all. Qingsheng is also your elder sister. Do you really have to fight to the bitter end?"
Raising her?
Feng Yu narrowed her eyes slightly. Her gaze was icy cold. "What if she's really related to my mother's death? Do you still want me to let her off? I'm sorry. I'm neither a great man nor a saint. I can't do it."
Since they had started abusing her and her younger brother, the feud had been firmly established.
Feng Yu didn't want to continue this conversation. After tidying up, she said, "Don't let the wounds get wet. You'd better move gently, or they'll split open again. I know where the room is. Good night."
Saying that, she went into the adjacent room and locked the door.
Her phone had been thrown away.
Fu Qianchen couldn't find her even if he wanted to, and she was absent for another night.
It was almost impossible not to be misunderstood.
...
On the other side.
The atmosphere in the car was freezing.
Bai Shaoting watched the man who had been dialing the phone repeatedly and asked cautiously, "Third Brother, Third Sister - in - law still won't answer your call?"
Fu Qianchen's face behind the mask was as cold as ice, and the air around him seemed to freeze, exuding a chilling aura.
His black eyes were dark, with a faint glint of fire.
He called Mu Li, and the call was answered instantly.
"Qianchen, what's up?" Mu Li's voice was calm.
"Help me check all the traffic surveillance cameras and find the car with the license plate XXXX. I need to know where this car is headed. Also, inform all the hotels in Beishi that if there's a girl named Feng Yu, they're not allowed to let her check in."
Mu Li: "..."
Bai Shaoting was stunned. "Brother Mu Li, Third Brother is in a hurry to catch someone in the act. Hurry up and check. Don't let that guy cuckold Third Brother. It would be so embarrassing."
Bai Shaoting's voice was teasing. Fu Qianchen's eyes turned cold, and with a single glance, Bai Shaoting wisely shut up.
"Give me fifteen minutes," Mu Li said. "I'll send you the information later."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Qianchen's eyes were cold. He had prepared a phone with a tracker for that girl.
But this clever girl had somehow disabled it.
Now that he couldn't get through on the phone and couldn't find her location, this feeling of being out of control gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Bai Shaoting looked at the worried Fu Qianchen and sighed again.
Back then, this man was so cold - blooded and heartless. Now, he had become so anxious because of a little girl.
"Third Brother, you're just getting more and more involved. I'm really worried that you'll soften your heart in the future. Don't you remember? In the original plan, you were supposed to die in a car accident, then dive underwater, support Hailan, gradually erode the Fu family's business, and finally deal with them. Then you'd return to the imperial capital and confront that person. But now... you have a weakness. If someone uses it against you in the future, I'm afraid..."
Bai Shaoting looked at him, his face full of worry.
Fu Qianchen narrowed his eyes slightly. His cold eyes were filled with an unprecedented sense of ease. "Who says she must be my weakness?"
That clever girl. It wouldn't be easy to have fun with her. Maybe in the end, it would be hard to tell who would be the one to take advantage of the other.