Feng Yu tentatively reached out her hand, but she just couldn't bring herself to get closer. Finally, biting her lip, tears welled up in her clear black-and-white eyes. "Mr. Fu, I can't do it."
Fu Qianchen tugged at his collar impatiently. He really couldn't tell who was torturing whom.
He got up and walked towards the bathroom.
Feng Yu's heart trembled. Nervous and restless, she finally took out her phone and did a search.
[What will happen if a man doesn't relieve himself for a long time?]
She read a whole bunch of answers. Organ inflammation and a series of other problems caught her eye.
Feng Yu paced back and forth guiltily in front of the bathroom door. Yet, she just didn't have the courage to face... that part of him.
Fu Qianchen was taking a cold shower when he noticed the restless figure outside the door. For a moment, the fire that had been building up in him subsided a bit.
"What's wrong?"
"Mr. Fu, the internet says... if you don't relieve yourself, there will be a lot of complications," Feng Yu said.
"So?"
Feng Yu clenched her hands tightly. She raised her hand, wanting to knock on the bathroom door, but she just couldn't bring it down.
She didn't have the courage or the mental preparation to face it.
"I don't know how to help you," she said with a sob in her voice.
Fu Qianchen found it both funny and annoying. "Then did the stuff you read on the internet say how to relieve it?"
Feng Yu was taken aback. She really hadn't paid much attention to that.
She lowered her head and scrolled through the content. Her face turned even redder.
It was dead silent outside. Fu Qianchen's deep, dark eyes grew even darker. A faint sound came from inside the room.
After a long while.
He opened the door and came out.
Fu Qianchen stared at her with his deep black eyes. He found that the girl's face was as red as a cooked shrimp. Her eyes were darting around. From time to time, she would glance at a certain part of his body and then look at his hand.
Fu Qianchen felt a headache coming on. He pinched her small face and said, "If you ever tease me again, I'll definitely take it out on you!"
Feng Yu was slightly stunned. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Mr. Fu... did you wash your hands?"
Fu Qianchen: "..."
...
Mu Shiyan and Feng Qingsheng's wedding was held on Bali Island.
To make it a grand occasion, Feng Yayin had specially reserved the venue well in advance.
On the wedding day, there were quite a few reporters and many of Feng Yayin's friends from the entertainment circle.
It was not her own wedding, yet she had gone to such great lengths.
For a while, there was a lot of online discussion. Most of it was praise for Feng Yayin.
[The goddess is not only beautiful but also so good to her younger sister. I wish I had a sister like her.]
[Yeah, the young master of the Mu family is also so handsome. Are all the daughters of the Feng family this beautiful?]
Since it was a live broadcast, many media outlets followed the whole process.
Feng Yu was called over by Feng Haitian early in the morning. After all, it was Feng Qingsheng's wedding, and they had to put on a show of family harmony.
Moreover, she was repeatedly warned and threatened by Feng Haitian not to cause any trouble.
Feng Yu just smiled.
Bali Island was extremely beautiful. Their wedding was held on the grass. A Roman-style archway was built on the grass, making it look solemn and grand.
People coming and going were all very powerful and wealthy.
Some came for the sake of the Mu family, while others came for Feng Yayin.
Feng Qingsheng, the highly anticipated bride, was wearing a custom-made white wedding dress with a sweet smile on her face. She kept greeting the people around her, trying to show off her noble and elegant temperament as a socialite.
Her wedding dress was made by a famous master invited by the Mu family. The Mu family was a very face-conscious family and would never allow the bride to have the slightest flaw.
"Sister, I thought you wouldn't come," Feng Qingsheng said when she saw Feng Yu walking over. Although there was a smile on her face, her words were full of thorns.
This was a live broadcast, and every word and action of hers would be seen by others.
Feng Yu smiled faintly and said, "It's my sister's wedding. How could I not come as a younger sister? If I couldn't witness your happy moment with my own eyes, it would be such a pity."
If someone else had said such words of blessing, Feng Qingsheng would have been very touched.
But when it came from Feng Yu's mouth, she couldn't help but shiver.
She smiled at someone and said, "Take a photo of us, please."
Then, Feng Qingsheng turned off her earpiece. She leaned closer to Feng Yu with a fake smile and said, "My sister is here. This is a live broadcast. If you dare to do anything... I don't know who will be the one to lose face!"
Feng Yu raised her hand. Feng Qingsheng subconsciously took a step back in fear. Feng Yu curled her lips and straightened the crooked flower knot on her dress. She said, "Sister, why are you so nervous? It's your big wedding today. Everyone should congratulate you. Be more confident."
Feng Qingsheng gave her a suspicious look.
The wedding went very smoothly. Feng Haitian walked Feng Qingsheng step by step down the red carpet with tears in his eyes, putting on a full show of a sad father who was about to send his daughter away.
Feng Yu, standing behind, sneered.
In Feng Haitian's eyes, all the daughters of the Feng family were just goods, goods that could bring value to him.
His tears now were just like crocodile tears, extremely fake.
Her phone beeped. Feng Yu lowered her head and saw a message from Fu Qianchen.
[Are you okay?]
Feng Yu was a bit confused.
What did "Are you okay?" mean?
She looked at the stage. Mu Shiyan was wearing a black suit today. He was already tall, and with the groom's outfit, he looked even more dazzling.
Many young ladies and socialites in the audience cast admiring glances at him. Presumably, many netizens watching the live broadcast were also charmed by him.
Feng Yu smiled and sent a few words back to Fu Qianchen.
[Not very okay.]
In the imperial capital.
In a high-rise building, in the grand and imposing president's office, it was dead silent.
Mu Li was sitting on Fu Qianchen's left, and Bai Shaoting was sitting on his right. There were elite backbones sitting on both sides below.
The originally solemn meeting became even more tense because the masked man in the middle sank his face.
Fu Qianchen's fingers tapped on the table. There was a terrifying glint in his deep, dark eyes.
Bai Shaoting leaned over and asked, "Brother Mu Li, do you know what's wrong with Brother Three?"
Mu Li played with a lighter and said, "There's a wedding on Bali Island today. That girl went to attend it."
Bai Shaoting let out an "oh" and gave a meaningful and naughty smile. Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Someone is jealous."
"Brother Three, since everyone is tired, why don't we end the meeting today? Take a break," Bai Shaoting said.
Fu Qianchen nodded. He was no longer in the mood.
For a moment, the others heaved a sigh of relief.
As soon as the people left, Bai Shaoting couldn't wait to turn on the TV and said, "I heard this wedding is attracting worldwide attention. It's a global live broadcast. The Mu family really knows how to create a stir. Oh, the groom is quite handsome. No wonder Sister-in-law Three can't take her eyes off him."
Fu Qianchen's handsome face darkened even more.
Mu Li covered his lips with his hand and coughed.
Bai Shaoting gave a provocative smile and said, "Brother Three, do you think that little girl will regret it and try to steal the groom later?"
"She dares," said not Fu Qianchen but Mu Li.
Mu Li tugged at his collar and leaned back. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Qianchen and said, "If you're unhappy, I can send someone now to ruin this wedding and bring your woman here."
Fu Qianchen pursed his thin lips. A glint of light appeared in his deep black eyes.
He actually had this idea.
Suddenly, his phone beeped again.
[Mr. Fu, I miss you a bit.]