Feng Yu ran her slender fingers over the silver mask on her face. Her eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, forcing Feng Qingsheng to take a step back.
"Wh-why is it you?" Feng Qingsheng asked in disbelief.
Feng Yu glanced up at her and remained silent.
Feng Qingsheng bit her lower lip tightly. "Why are you here? Where's Mr. Qiu? I want to see Mr. Qiu!"
"Who are you?" Feng Yu asked with a smile.
Feng Qingsheng bit her lower lip, and her face gradually turned pale. "What does it matter to you who I am?"
Feng Yu slowly curled her thin lips. "This young lady is really amusing. You ran into my husband's room half - dressed and had the audacity to demand to see my husband. I've seen shameless people, but never to this extent."
Husband?!
Feng Qingsheng almost trembled with anger at these two words.
"You!!" Feng Qingsheng blushed with humiliation. She quickly wrapped her bathrobe tightly.
Her tone softened a bit. "Mrs. Qiu, you've misunderstood."
"Misunderstood?" Feng Yu retorted.
Feng Qingsheng nodded and explained with a smile, "I... actually, my feelings for Mr. Qiu are just admiration and love. I know Mr. Qiu has always liked you."
"Of course." Feng Yu didn't show any modesty and readily admitted it.
She sized Feng Qingsheng up and down again and said indifferently, "Miss Feng, I know you've been trying to seduce my husband on the set. I also know my husband has clearly rejected you. Why don't you get it?"
Feng Qingsheng blushed with embarrassment from her retort. She clenched her fists and immediately taunted, "Since Mrs. Qiu knows so much about what's going on on the set, doesn't it mean that Mrs. Qiu doesn't really trust Mr. Qiu?"
Feng Yu wasn't angry. A curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she were looking at a clown, which made Feng Qingsheng a bit embarrassed.
Seeing her like this, Feng Qingsheng thought she had hit the nail on the head. She put her hands on her hips, and there was a bit more coldness in her eyes. "So what if you're Mrs. Qiu now? No one knows what will happen in the future!"
That's right!
So what if she was Mrs. Qiu now?
A man as handsome and wealthy as Mr. Qiu couldn't possibly be tied to just one woman!
As long as he was a man, there must be a way to win him over.
Feng Yu crossed her legs and didn't take her seriously at all. "Huh? Miss Feng, do you have a big misunderstanding about yourself?"
"Hehe, are you scared?"
Feng Qingsheng took the opportunity to taunt her. "So what if Mr. Qiu is nice to you now... It must all be just a passing fancy. Once the novelty wears off..."
Feng Yu suddenly laughed.
Feng Qingsheng stood still, thinking she was being laughed at. She got completely angry.
"What? You must be so scared that's why you're blocking me here, right?"
"You're saying Mr. Qiu's feelings for me are just a passing fancy?" Feng Yu asked again.
Feng Qingsheng nodded vigorously.
Feng Yu got up and slowly walked up to her. Her face suddenly darkened, and her voice turned very cold.
"However, you're getting old, your looks are just average, and your brain doesn't work very well. May I ask what merits you have that could catch Mr. Qiu's eye?"
"You!" Feng Qingsheng's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the woman in front of her!
She never thought that one day she, Feng Qingsheng, would be insulted like this!
Slap!
Suddenly, a slap landed on Feng Qingsheng's face.
Feng Qingsheng covered her face and looked at the woman in front of her in disbelief. Her eyes turned scarlet, and she reached out to grab her hair.
But Feng Yu nimbly stepped aside. Feng Qingsheng lost her balance and fell to the ground.
"You, how dare you hit me?"
"How dare I?"
Feng Yu blinked her beautiful eyelashes and said with a smile, "Because I'm Mrs. Qiu now! And you're just a mistress who knows Mr. Qiu is already married and still tries to seduce my man!"
"You, you're the mistress!" Feng Qingsheng was stunned by the scolding.
"Oh?"
Feng Yu suddenly retorted, "You're saying I'm the mistress? Then were you Mr. Qiu's ex - girlfriend or his ex - wife?"
She was nothing!
The next moment, the woman in front of her took out a stack of photos from between her fingers and threw them in front of her.
Feng Qingsheng's legs went weak, and she slumped onto the cashmere blanket.
She picked up the scattered photos one by one. Her hands were trembling, and there was a look of fear and despair in her eyes.
The embarrassing memories flashed through her mind, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
These... these were all the photos of the time when she was raped by Zhu Fujun. Why...
Why did she have them?!
Feng Yu squatted down and coldly reminded her, "I felt a bit sorry for you at first, but now I realize you don't deserve it. If you dare to pester my husband again..."
She emphasized every word, "Then I can't guarantee when these photos will be made public."
After saying that, Feng Yu got up and was about to leave the room.
Feng Qingsheng suddenly let out a creepy laugh. "Do you really think your Mr. Qiu is so deeply in love with you?"
"What do you mean?" Feng Yu asked coldly.
Feng Qingsheng laughed again. "Do you know who your good sister Feng Yu is? On the set, she was always so flirtatious with Mr. Qiu. If we're really talking about who the mistress is..."
"Feng Yu is the real mistress!" Feng Qingsheng lowered her head, seemingly trying to drag Feng Yu into the mess.
Mrs. Qiu kept a straight face and showed no expression.
But in fact, she was in great pain.
After all, she was Feng Yu herself.
It was a bit difficult to be jealous of herself.
Feng Qingsheng thought Mrs. Qiu was really bothered and continued to sow discord.
"This room card was given to me by Feng Yu! She clearly wanted to use it to seduce Mr. Qiu herself. She must have known you were coming today, so she gave the card to me."
She knelt in front of Mrs. Qiu and cried, "Mrs. Qiu, I was set up. Feng Yu is the really bad one."
Feng Yu looked at her sincere face and almost believed her.
Seeing that Mrs. Qiu ignored her, Feng Qingsheng continued to cry, "It's true, Mrs. Qiu... You have to believe me! Feng Yu is the worst one!"
Feng Yu stood still.
"Leave." There was a bit of tremor in her voice.
Feng Qingsheng thought Mrs. Qiu was just too shocked to accept that her former friend could do such a thing, so she was out of control and driving her away.
Feng Qingsheng picked up the photos and pretended to wipe away her tears. "Okay, I'll leave. But Mrs. Qiu, I was really the one who was set up. You have to believe me."
Feng Yu bit her lower lip and stroked her chest with both hands.
Feng Qingsheng hid her smug look and left the room.