Fu Qianchen searched for a long time but couldn't find the little girl anywhere.
He stopped a maid and asked, "Where's the young mistress?"
The maid lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, and replied, "The young mistress just came to get a suitcase and then went back to her room."
A suitcase?
Fu Qianchen's black eyes narrowed. He quickened his steps towards the girl's room.
Sure enough.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw the suitcase on the bed, and she was packing her clothes.
Feng Yu was in the middle of packing when she felt a burning gaze on her back. Her hands paused for a few seconds, then she lowered her head and pretended not to see him, continuing to pack.
Fu Qianchen reached out to stop her. "What are you doing?"
The girl's eyes were red. She stared at him and said, "Can't you see, Mr. Fu? I'm packing up and leaving."
Fu Qianchen rubbed his throbbing temples. His voice was filled with helplessness. "For no good reason, what are you throwing a tantrum about now?"
If he hadn't said anything, it would have been fine. But as soon as he did, all of Feng Yu's grievances came flooding back.
She threw the things down, her eyes red as she looked at him. She said word by word, "Wasn't this what you said, Mr. Fu? You told that uncle to send me away."
"You just blame me for not being able to cure you, for not even knowing how to cook, and for not being able to help you with anything. I'm just a nuisance to you, right? I'll leave. I'll leave on my own. I don't need you to send someone to drive me away."
As Feng Yu spoke, she still couldn't hold back her grievances and shed some tears. She choked back a sob, forcing the useless tears back, and raised her hand to wipe them away.
Fu Qianchen was momentarily speechless.
It was indeed what he had said.
He stood to the side, looking at the stubborn figure. He sighed again and moved the luggage aside. "Like this, how can I rest assured that you'll leave?"
Feng Yu glared at him. Her extremely beautiful little face was filled with defiance. "Mr. Fu, please don't look down on me. I'm not so fragile that I'll fall apart without you. You can rest assured. Although I, Feng Yu, am not very old, I'm definitely not the kind of person who clings to others."
Fu Qianchen stared at her intently. Her tiny figure was reflected in his deep black eyes.
He saw all of her anger, grievances, and pride. He lifted his lips, and under the mask, his face had a faint, half - smile.
He didn't say a word. He just stared at her like that.
Feng Yu became even angrier. Every time she was stared at like this by him, it felt as if she was standing in front of him naked.
"What do you want to say? That I'm being willful? Or that I'm threatening you?"
Fu Qianchen's deep gaze fell on her slightly swollen and red hands. Her originally fair and delicate little hands now had quite a few blisters on them. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I haven't said anything. You've already said everything."
The girl was momentarily speechless. For a moment, she felt a surge of pent - up anger in her heart, and her big, black - and - white eyes widened even more.
Feng Yu took a deep breath and swallowed the bitter feeling in her throat.
Forget it.
It didn't matter what she said now.
She didn't have to rely on him. After all, it was just a relationship of mutual benefit.
To him, she had no value at all. Why should she beg to stay here?
She walked straight forward. Fu Qianchen immediately grabbed her arm. His black eyes stared at her intently. "Feeling wronged?"
"Not wronged."
"What do I have to feel wronged about? I really didn't do a good job."
Feng Yu shook off his hand and said angrily.
Instead of getting angry, Fu Qianchen's lips curled up. There was a hint of a smile in his deep black eyes. "You little girl. You didn't do a good job yourself, but you're taking all your anger out on me. Have I said anything to you? You just didn't fry the eggs well. It doesn't matter if you can't do it. I can do it."
"I didn't..."
When Feng Yu heard his words, a sour and astringent feeling welled up in her heart. She didn't even know how to describe it.
It was he who said he wanted to send her away, and now it was also he who wanted to keep her.
He was still Fu Qianchen, still the world's richest man. It was so easy for him to play with a person.
"What are you daydreaming about again?"
Fu Qianchen pulled her downstairs and sat her on the sofa. Then he told someone to get the first - aid kit. As he wiped and applied medicine to her wounds, he said, "There are so many maids at home. You don't need to cook. If you can't do it, then don't. If anyone is wrong, it's me. I knew I couldn't control myself when I had an attack, but I still came to find you."
"Don't be angry, okay?"
Fu Qianchen took the ointment and gently wiped it on her little hands. His movements were extremely gentle.
The maids and the butler around them all sighed in surprise.
Their cold - blooded and ruthless Mr. Fu actually had such a tender side. Especially Bai Shaoting. He found that his jaw had been hanging open ever since he came here.
"Then why did you say you wanted to send me away?"
Feng Yu stared at him with red eyes.
Fu Qianchen sighed. "I was afraid that I would have another attack and couldn't control myself again, doing something that would make me regret for the rest of my life to you."
"Mr. Fu, don't you trust my medical skills?" Feng Yu said.
The girl's bright and clear eyes stared at him intently. Fu Qianchen smiled. "How could I?"
"Then don't say such things again."
"Okay. I was wrong."
Bai Shaoting was stunned on the spot. His third brother, who was always cold - blooded and domineering, who never admitted his mistakes even when he knew he was wrong, was now whispering an apology to a little girl.
If the people in the imperial capital knew about this, they would probably be extremely shocked.
"Fine, then I forgive you."
A cool sensation came from the burned area. Feng Yu's mood improved, and she lifted her lips and smiled.
After all, she was just a girl. Her emotions came and went quickly.
Fu Qianchen held her hand. His eyes were full of pity. "Don't go into the kitchen in the future. If you want to eat something, just tell the maids to make it."
"I wanted to make it for you... Who knew it would be so difficult." Feng Yu lowered her head. There was a look of disappointment in her eyes, and her stomach growled at the right time.
Fu Qianchen's lips curled up. He took her to the kitchen. "Do you want to eat fried eggs?"
Feng Yu nodded.
She originally thought that this man was just saying it, but she didn't expect that he actually picked up the spatula.
There was no doubt that it was his first time cooking, but he did it much better than she did.
"Third brother... If the business tycoons outside knew that the man who plays them in the palm of his hand, the man who can stir up the situation, is now holding a spatula, they would probably laugh their heads off," Bai Shaoting said quietly from the side.
The woman who could make the world's richest man pick up a cooking spoon was probably the only one in the world.
"It doesn't matter if I spoil my woman a little."
Fu Qianchen wiped his hands. Even cooking was extremely elegant for him.
Feng Yu's face blushed a little as she was eating the fried eggs.
"Mrs. Fu, how does it taste?" Fu Qianchen poured a glass of milk and placed it in front of Feng Yu. Then he sat next to her and watched her eat.
"It's okay."
Fu Qianchen smiled. Butler Li walked over with a box. Fu Qianchen took it and pushed it in front of Feng Yu.
"What's this?"
"Open it and see."
Feng Yu opened the box and found an extremely delicate and small phone. She had never seen this kind of phone on the market, and she had never even heard of the brand. It seemed to be a custom - made one.