Feng Yu shot him an angry glance. She put both hands against his chest, seemingly quite dissatisfied with him. There was a hint of anger in her eyes as she glared at him.
Fu Qianchen curled his lips, then gently kissed her on the cheek and coaxed her, "Sorry, it's my fault. No matter how many 'peach blossoms' there are around me, you're the only 'fierce flower' in my eyes. Okay?"
Feng Yu frowned and immediately retorted, "You, you! Who's your 'fierce flower'?"
"Whoever gets angry is the one."
Fu Qianchen smiled, then placed his large palm on her head and ruffled her hair.
Feng Yu wrapped her arms around his neck. She smelled the faint scent of tobacco wafting from him. The smell lingered in her nostrils and then seeped into her heart, making her feel a bit itchy.
Fu Qianchen firmly grasped her hands and pulled her closer. There was a hint of passion in his eyes as he said, "Mrs. Fu, every time you tease me like this and then leave me hanging. Sooner or later, you'll regret it."
Feng Yu: "..."
Feng Yu: "Mr. Fu! Can you be a bit more serious?"
"She won't give up." Feng Yu added.
Fu Qianchen pinched her little face and asked in an ambiguous yet domineering tone, "Why does Mrs. Fu still have someone else on her mind now? Just think about me. That's enough."
As for the girl's words, he didn't take them to heart. Because there had always been only one person in his eyes. What did the others matter to him? If there were really some insolent people, they wouldn't end up well!
"I, I won't."
Feng Yu immediately withdrew her hands and tried to keep a distance from him.
But Fu Qianchen had no intention of letting her go. He curled his lips wickedly and said, "I can teach you."
"Mr. Fu, you, you can't act like a hooligan!" Feng Yu warned him anxiously.
But her soft and sweet voice made his heart itch. His reason was battling with his physical desires.
Just then, her phone rang.
Feng Yu seemed to have found a life - saving straw. She immediately pushed Fu Qianchen away and hurriedly answered the call.
He Xinlan laughed and said, "Xiaoyu, it's like this. Your dad and I both want you to come back for dinner tomorrow evening."
"Tomorrow evening?" Feng Yu's tone returned to its usual calm.
"Yes!"
He Xinlan was worried that she would refuse, so she continued, "Your dad also hopes you'll come. You won't refuse, right? Consider this a family dinner. The whole family always wants to get together."
The implication was that if she wanted to find her younger brother, she had to come!
"Of course not." Feng Yu hung up the phone with a smile.
Feng Yu suddenly curled her lips. She wrapped her arms around Fu Qianchen's and said coquettishly, "Mr. Fu, there's something I'd like you to help me with."
Fu Qianchen was almost out of his mind. He was suffering a bit from her teasing, but his voice was still gentle, "Hm?"
...
The next evening.
In the private room of the Bauhinia Hotel.
"Xiaoyu, you're a big star now. You must be tired from work on weekdays, right? Do you want to move back? I'll find someone to take good care of you." Feng Haitian said with a smile as he poured tea for Feng Yu. His tone seemed full of concern.
Feng Yu took a sip of the tea indifferently and said coldly, "No need. The Feng family villa can't compare to the Fu family mansion. I'm living quite well in the Fu family mansion. There's no reason for me to move back to my maiden home."
"You're right!" The smile on Feng Haitian's face froze slightly, but he immediately changed the topic. He picked up a big shrimp and put it into her bowl.
Feng Yu kept her head down and ate, seemingly not wanting to say a word.
He Xinlan couldn't wait any longer. She asked with a smile, "Xiaoyu, how do you feel in the Fu family now? Does the old Mrs. Fu treat you well? I think you've lost weight in the Fu family. Did the Fu family members bully you? Tell me..."
"So concerned about the situation in the Fu family?"
Feng Yu looked at He Xinlan doubtfully and said, "Auntie, are you leaving a way out for yourself? After all, it would be quite glorious to marry into the Fu family as a widow."
"Xiaoyu, what are you talking nonsense about?!"
He Xinlan gritted her teeth in anger, but in front of Feng Haitian, she could only pretend to be magnanimous. She forced an embarrassed smile.
She glanced at her husband and saw that he seemed unfazed. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.
Feng Yu frowned and looked at Feng Yayin. She said, "What, do you want to marry into the Fu family? It's not impossible. Maybe in three years, the old Mrs. Fu will kick me out. Then you can marry in..."
"You're dreaming!" Feng Yayin slammed the table and retorted coldly, "Give up! Even when the third young master of the Fu family was alive, I would never marry him! Not to mention that he's already dead. If I, Feng Yayin, ever want to marry into the Fu family as the third young mistress, may my face rot and I die!"
Humph.
Feng Yu sneered in her heart. This was what Feng Yayin said herself! If she married Fu Qianchen, may her face rot and she die! Marrying Qiu Fu would count too.
"Alright, family members don't say inauspicious words." Feng Haitian stopped Feng Yayin and forced a smile at Feng Yu again. "Even if you've married into the Fu family, you still have the Feng surname. You're still a member of the Feng family. When you're free, you can come back and have a look. This family will always welcome you."
There was a hint of coldness in Feng Yu's eyes. "Family? I just now realized that I still have a maiden family!"
In the past, Feng Haitian had never recognized her as a member of the Feng family. He even tolerated his precious daughter's wanton humiliation of her and her younger brother. Why was she suddenly the daughter of the Feng family now?
Feng Haitian almost couldn't hold back his smile after being refuted by her. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
But she was now a friend of the richest man. He had to coax her well and couldn't afford any mistakes.
He continued to flatter her with a smile, "I was wrong in the past, daughter. Dad is admitting his mistake to you. Xiaoyu, I heard that you're good friends with Mr. Qiu Fu, the richest man, right? Why didn't you invite your friend to dinner with us today?"
Feng Yu sneered, then frowned and looked at He Xinlan doubtfully. She retorted, "Didn't auntie tell me that this was a family dinner?"
"Hehe, yes, it's a family dinner." He Xinlan could only admit awkwardly.
Feng Yu continued, "Since it's a family dinner, how could I have the nerve to invite Mr. Qiu?"
"Why would you be embarrassed? Mr. Qiu will be part of the family in the future. It's normal for him to attend the Feng family's dinner." Feng Qingsheng said proudly.
Feng Yu was stunned and pretended not to understand her words.
Feng Yayin suddenly blushed a bit and said, "Qingsheng, don't talk nonsense!"
"Sister." Feng Qingsheng coquettishly wrapped her arm around Feng Yayin's.
Feng Haitian looked at Feng Yayin in surprise.
Feng Yu was a widow of the Fu family. Even if the richest man liked her, at most she could only be his mistress, something not presentable.
But Yayin was different. If she had the chance to get close to the richest man and win his favor, she could marry him legitimately and become the wife of the richest man!
In that case, wouldn't he, Feng Haitian, be able to turn things around completely!
Feng Haitian's eyes lit up with greed. He advised Feng Yu earnestly, "Xiaoyu, if you have the chance, introduce Mr. Qiu to Yayin. If Mr. Qiu becomes part of the family and your brother - in - law in the future, you won't be bullied in the Fu family."
Feng Yu: "..."
Sure enough, cheekiness runs in the family.