Feng Yu covered her mouth touchedly, while her other hand tightly grasped Mr. Fu's. Her voice was tinged with suppressed joy. "Didn't you say..."
"Yes."
Fu Qianchen looked at her seriously. "Today is not to celebrate the girl's birthday. It's for my Mrs. Qiu."
He domineeringly clasped her soft waist with his big hand, protecting her in his arms. Then he pointed in another direction with his other hand.
Feng Yu instinctively looked in the direction he pointed.
Suddenly, the restaurant door was pushed open from the outside. There was actually a group of people in the restaurant!
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she recognized several big shots among them.
Well - known entertainers and directors in the entertainment circle, as well as various business tycoons, were all waiting for them inside.
Fu Qianchen hooked her hand and strode inside.
Feng Yu blushed shyly and could only follow his steps.
Fu Qianchen smiled and whispered in her ear, "Hold your head up and chest out. You're the wife of the richest man in Beishi now."
Feng Yu: "..." She really wanted to kick him right then.
Such a big thing and he didn't even tell her in advance.
Wearing a silver mask and a wig, Feng Yu wasn't worried about others recognizing her identity and followed him inside with peace of mind.
In the hall.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mrs. Qiu.
Although she was wearing the silver mask that Mr. Qiu had used before, she had a proud and gorgeous figure. Every move of hers was graceful and natural.
What made her most special were her crystal - clear pupils, which seemed to have a magic power that could easily attract everyone's attention.
"Is this Mrs. Qiu? She's so beautiful!"
"Wuwuwu, not to mention the richest man, even I, a girl, seem to be deeply attracted to her."
"Isn't the silver mask that Mrs. Qiu is wearing the same one that Mr. Qiu wore before? What's this? Declaring sovereignty?"
Almost all the big shots in Beishi had been gathered by Fu Qianchen.
The couple walked directly onto the high platform.
Fu Qianchen doted on Feng Yu and then looked at everyone present again.
He smiled. "I'm very grateful to everyone for coming here today. Today is my wife's birthday, and I want to give her a surprise."
"Mrs. Qiu?" Mrs. Fu stood at the front of the crowd and sized her up meaningfully.
Feng Yu held Fu Qianchen's arm and shyly lowered her head.
"Darling?" Fu Qianchen smiled and then took out a huge diamond ring from the interlayer of his suit.
Feng Yu looked at the diamond ring in his hand. Her pupils dilated instantly, and her small face was full of surprise.
"Back then, I didn't propose to you so formally. I think this is what I owe you." He suddenly knelt on one knee, his eyes full of doting.
Fu Qianchen said seriously, "This beautiful and charming lady, if time could go back, would you still be willing to marry me?"
"I..." Feng Yu's silver mask was soaked, and tears dripped onto the ground drop by drop.
She nodded vigorously.
Fu Qianchen stood up in surprise and carefully put the diamond ring on the slender ring finger of her left hand.
"I..." Feng Yu was just about to speak.
But Fu Qianchen domineeringly put his arm around her waist and shook his head.
Telling her not to say anything.
"Wow! Am I being stuffed with so much dog food?"
"Mr. Qiu must be head - over - heels in love with Mrs. Qiu! Otherwise... How could Mr. Qiu have spent so much money and invited so many people to celebrate Mrs. Qiu's birthday?"
"The woman of the richest man is really so happy..."
Feng Yayin and Feng Qingsheng stood at the innermost part of the crowd. Looking at the extremely glamorous Mrs. Qiu on the stage, there was a hint of jealousy and hatred in their eyes.
Feng Yayin bit her lower lip.
If Feng Yu hadn't interfered back then, the woman standing beside him...
The woman being proposed to...
It should have been her, Feng Yayin!
Fu Qianchen led his little wife down the stage, and all the big shots in the city surrounded Feng Yu.
Feng Qingsheng gritted her teeth and unceremoniously sneered at Mrs. Qiu. "What a beautiful woman... If she's really presentable, why is she covering her face?"
This voice seemed to voice the doubts in people's hearts.
Right.
If this Mrs. Qiu was really a beauty, why did she appear on the scene wearing Mr. Qiu's mask?
Being undermined, Feng Yu wasn't angry at all. Instead, she smiled faintly and asked with pursed lips, "May I ask who this young lady is?"
Feng Yu looked at Feng Qingsheng calmly.
Feng Qingsheng narrowed her eyes. Just as she was about to proudly announce her name, Feng Haitian stepped in front of her.
He immediately glared at Feng Qingsheng.
Feng Qingsheng didn't dare to make a sound and lowered her head in silence.
Feng Haitian smiled obsequiously at Mrs. Qiu. "My little daughter has been a bit stimulated recently. Her mental state may have some problems. Please don't be angry."
Feng Qingsheng's pupils dilated suddenly, and she looked at Feng Haitian in disbelief!
She grabbed Feng Haitian's arm. "Dad, what are you talking about..."
"Shut up!"
There was a warning in Feng Haitian's eyes.
If she said one more word here and made Mrs. Qiu unhappy...
She should never call him Dad again!
Feng Qingsheng bit her lower lip aggrievedly and lowered her head, not daring to say another word.
Feng Yu chuckled. "How could I be angry? If she's been stimulated, she should be sent to the hospital as soon as possible. Don't delay the treatment."
"You!" Feng Qingsheng's face turned red with anger when she heard Mrs. Qiu say this.
She stared at Mrs. Qiu as if her eyes were about to pop out.
Feng Yu covered her mouth and chuckled, glancing at her. "I'm just kindly reminding you."
"Where did this young lady come from? Mrs. Qiu was just a little concerned about you. Why do you have to be like this?!"
"Exactly. If you hadn't been so mean - mouthed and jumped out first, Mrs. Qiu wouldn't have retorted."
"Ugly people make more trouble. Mrs. Qiu, let's go somewhere else."
Feng Yu nodded and followed the other young ladies in the direction of Fu Qianchen.
Feng Qingsheng's eyes were red with anger. She stamped her feet on the spot and looked at Feng Haitian dissatisfiedly. "Dad..."
"Don't call me Dad! Do you think you can slander Mrs. Qiu casually? Go home right now!"
"Uncle Feng, Qingsheng is still young and doesn't understand things. Don't take it to heart."
Xia Xixi was wearing a sexy red short skirt, showing her slender waist. She paced over with cat - like steps and slowly stood beside Feng Haitian.
When Feng Haitian saw Xia Xixi's slender waist, he directly put his arm around it. His expression softened a bit. "Alright, alright. Go back quickly."
"Xia Xixi? Let go of my dad!" Feng Qingsheng gritted her teeth. Seeing Xia Xixi climb into her father's bed, she wished she could cut her into a thousand pieces!
If it weren't for this woman...
Her mother, He Xinlan, wouldn't have been driven out.
And the following things wouldn't have happened...
Just as Feng Qingsheng was about to cause trouble, Feng Yayin directly grabbed her wrist and dragged her outside.
"Sister, sister... What are you doing?!" Feng Qingsheng looked at Feng Yayin in disbelief.
Feng Yayin's face darkened, and her voice was extremely serious. "Don't you notice? The more you make trouble like this, the more Feng Haitian will dislike us. In the end, we'll only be abandoned and will never be able to turn things around!"