Feng Yu didn't dare to think any further. She quickly put the recorder into her backpack and then returned to the filming crew for the final shoot.
The crew of *The Legend of Lu Lan* was about to wrap up.
Everyone was busy with the filming, and the small incident of Xie Xiaoyun's injury had gradually been forgotten.
"OK! That's a wrap for today!" Song Qing shouted happily.
Feng Yu looked up. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Feng Yaying slowly walking towards her.
A smug smile curled up on her lips. She stood beside Song Qing and said with a smile, "Director Song, thank you for giving me this opportunity."
Song Qing glanced at her. "Sister Yaying is now the future young mistress of the Wang family. I should give you this much face."
The future young mistress of the Wang family?
Feng Yu was stunned for a second.
Hearing this title, the smile on Feng Yaying's lips grew wider. She raised her eyebrows. "Director Song, I'm just here to see if my acting skills have regressed. It has nothing to do with the Wang family."
Song Qing gave her a meaningful look but didn't say a word. It seemed that he didn't want to play along with her act anymore, so he left.
As soon as he left, Feng Yaying's face suddenly darkened, and a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes.
"What's he showing off for? He's just a small director."
Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Feng Yu to hear.
Feng Yu didn't want to be alone with her, so she followed Director Song Qing and turned to leave the studio.
"Xiaoyu." Feng Yaying called out to her.
Feng Yu frowned slightly, but there was not much change in her expression. She pursed her lips slightly. "Sister Yaying."
Feng Yaying tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her face was flushed, and it was filled with happiness and pride.
She took out a red wedding invitation from her designer bag. There was a hint of show - off in her voice.
"This is my wedding invitation. It's right after Daddy's wedding. If you're free, you must come."
Feng Yu looked at the invitation in her hand and politely took it. When she opened it, she was surprised to see that the bride was Feng Yaying and the groom was Wang Yilun.
Although she had never met Wang Yilun, she had heard of him.
In the business world, Wang Yilun had his own unique ideas and insights. In the past two years, he had heavily invested in the pharmaceutical industry and had an important position in the pharmaceutical market.
Feng Yu said calmly, "Sure. If I'm available, I'll definitely come."
Looking at Feng Yu's expressionless face, Feng Yaying's eyes showed a hint of displeasure.
She thought that when she came here so ostentatiously to give Feng Yu the wedding invitation, there would be a hint of jealousy in Feng Yu's eyes.
But Feng Yu's expression remained unchanged. Her indifferent look was really disgusting.
Once she married into the Wang family and became the young mistress, compared to Feng Yu, who was a widow of the Fu family, she would be the superior one!
She must trample Feng Yu under her feet!
Just then, her phone rang. As soon as she answered it, she heard Feng Qingsheng's crying. "Sister, sister, what should I do?"
"What's wrong?" Feng Yaying asked calmly.
Feng Qingsheng cried, "I, I'm pregnant. It's the man from that night. What should I do?"
The man from that night?
Feng Qingsheng had actually gotten pregnant with Wang Yilun's child on the first try?
"Don't worry. I'll come to the hospital to find you now."
A strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in Feng Yaying's heart. If Feng Qingsheng was really pregnant with Wang Yilun's child, it would disrupt her original plan.
She quickly hung up the phone, and her face gradually turned pale.
Feng Yu glanced at Feng Yaying. "What's going on?"
Feng Yaying's face darkened. She said coldly, "It's nothing. You should focus on organizing Daddy's wedding now. Just come to my wedding when the time comes."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Yaying left the scene directly.
Looking at her fleeing back, Feng Yu always felt that there was something sudden about Feng Yaying's marriage into the Wang family.
...
In the North City Central Hospital.
Feng Yu changed into her casual clothes, put on a hat and a mask, and stood beside President Yuan Mingze.
President Yuan Mingze looked at Feng Yu appreciatively and asked, "Xiaoyu, I wonder if you're interested?"
"Are you talking about inviting me to the hospital to promote traditional Chinese acupuncture?" Feng Yu asked calmly.
Yuan Mingze nodded and continued with a smile, "Yes. I've always thought that you have great talent. How could you waste such good medical talent?"
"President, you're overestimating me. I only know a little bit of acupuncture. I don't have any medical skills that can be shown in public."
Feng Yu politely declined Yuan Mingze.
Yuan Mingze still didn't give up. He took Feng Yu around the hospital to look around.
He continued to invite her, "The North City Central Hospital has been developing Western medicine in the past two years, but I think traditional Chinese medicine is our foundation and we can't abandon it."
Feng Yu's eyes suddenly fell on Feng Qingsheng not far away.
She then realized that she had walked to the obstetrics and gynecology department.
She suddenly became interested. She raised her eyebrows and walked into the obstetrics and gynecology department.
Mr. Yuan Mingze also followed her in.
"Wuwuwu, sister, I don't want this child. Don't try to persuade me. I'm going to queue up to have the abortion now."
"What are you talking nonsense about?" Feng Yaying said with a cold face.
Although she was also pregnant, it wasn't the bloodline of the Wang family. What if the Wang family became suspicious in the future and had the child tested for DNA?
But now that Feng Qingsheng was really pregnant with Wang Yilun's bloodline, although the time was one month different from hers, it didn't matter.
She could just say that she had a premature birth and take the child out early.
Swap the children.
Wang Yilun was destined to marry only her as the young mistress of the Wang family!
This child must be kept!
Feng Qingsheng hugged her, and her eyes were almost swollen from crying.
"Sister, I'm not married yet. I don't want to be an unwed mother. How can I give birth to this child by myself..."
Feng Yaying pretended to be kind and hugged her. "It's okay. You still have me. I'll help you."
"But..." Feng Qingsheng still didn't want to keep the child, and her emotions were starting to collapse.
She looked up and saw Feng Yu. She remembered that day in the woods when Feng Yu said she was pregnant, and she had mocked Feng Yu for talking nonsense...
Finally, she couldn't help but come to the hospital for a test, and sure enough, she was really pregnant!
"Feng Yu?"
Feng Qingsheng looked at her, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
Feng Yu sighed. "Don't want it?"
Feng Qingsheng nodded.
There was no expression on Feng Yu's face. After all, the child was Feng Qingsheng's. If she really didn't want it and was forced to keep it now, after the child was born...
If no one wanted the child in the end, that would be the most pitiful thing.
"Decide for yourself. Think it over. If you decide to give birth, you can't say you don't want the child after it's born."
Feng Yaying was shocked. From her perspective, it seemed that Feng Yu was persuading Feng Qingsheng to have an abortion!