Feng Qingsheng bit her lower lip unwillingly, her fingers curling into fists as she fought back her tears.
Seeing that she didn't dare to cause any more trouble, Feng Haitian put his arm around Xia Xixi and walked away in the other direction.
The onlookers around didn't dare to watch any longer and quickly dispersed.
Feng Qingsheng continued to drink. She didn't know how long she'd been drinking when she felt drowsy and wanted to leave this heart - breaking place.
Bang!
She seemed to have bumped into a wall.
This "wall" was a bit special. When she touched it with her hand, it even bounced back a little.
Feng Qingsheng raised her eyes. Her vision was already blurry, and she couldn't make out the man's face clearly.
Wang Yilun had originally come to Feng Haitian's wedding with a stoic expression, but when he met the woman in his arms, his eyes showed a hint of surprise.
She seemed extremely sad.
"Are you okay?" Wang Yilun asked tentatively.
Feng Qingsheng shook her head and even managed a smile, but her eyes were as red and swollen as a rabbit's, which was really heart - wrenching.
"I'm... I'm fine," she said.
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she suddenly hugged Wang Yilun and started crying.
"You..."
"Can you take me away? Take me away from here. Anywhere is fine," Feng Qingsheng murmured in a daze.
Wang Yilun sighed, picked her up in his arms horizontally, and left the banquet hall.
Feng Yu watched the backs of Wang Yilun and Feng Qingsheng leaving, her eyes showing a hint of amusement.
Fu Qianshen asked indifferently, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"Of course I'm leaving." Feng Yu strode out of the restaurant.
Feng Yayin chased after her and shouted, "Feng Yu!"
Feng Yu looked at Feng Yayin in confusion.
She seemed extremely anxious, with a hint of anger in her eyes. "Where did you take my husband?"
It was as if a huge pot had fallen from the sky onto Feng Yu's head.
She raised her eyebrows and retorted coldly, "You're so funny. You don't know where your own husband is, so why are you coming to me?"
"I..." Feng Yayin was suddenly at a loss for words.
Feng Yu looked at the woman in front of her indifferently. "Don't keep calling him 'husband'. Whether this wedding will actually happen is still up in the air, in my opinion."
"You're cursing me!"
Feng Yayin's pupils suddenly dilated. She blurted out in shock, with a hint of panic in her eyes.
Feng Yu remained calm, but there was more certainty in her eyes. There might be some hidden secrets in this wedding.
It's just that...
She didn't want to get too involved in the affairs of these two sisters.
Fu Qianshen walked over, looking a bit displeased. He questioned, "Miss Feng, please think before you speak."
There was a sharpness in his eyes as he said word by word, "What does Mr. Wang's whereabouts have to do with Mrs. Fu?"
"Mr. Fu... you've misunderstood," Feng Yayin said.
Seeing Fu Qianshen protecting Feng Yu like this, Feng Yayin felt a hint of jealousy in her heart, but she didn't dare to offend Fu Qianshen.
She softened her tone and said in a soft voice, "I heard from my husband that he came to talk to Miss Feng Yu about equipment cooperation."
"So? You can just wrongly accuse me?" Feng Yu retorted coldly.
As soon as the words fell, Fu Qianshen looked at her with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
Feng Yayin's face turned extremely pale. She cursed Feng Yu's ancestors in her heart.
But on the surface, she still said politely, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu. I said the wrong thing just now."
Feng Yu glanced at her. "If an apology is useful, what do we need the police for? Sister Yayin, you used to be a public figure. You must know what words can cause unnecessary misunderstandings."
Used to be a public figure?
Feng Yayin gritted her teeth in anger. She wished she could tear the woman in front of her to pieces.
She looked at Feng Yu with an expression as if she was about to burst into a fit of scolding.
Feng Yu suddenly looked at Fu Qianshen. "Mr. Fu, do you think what I said makes sense?"
"Make sense," Fu Qianshen's voice was full of indulgence, as if no matter what Feng Yu said was right.
Fu Qianshen then resumed his cold voice. "Miss Feng, if you don't apologize to Mrs. Fu today, and this matter gets to the Wang family..."
Get to the Wang family?
If Fu Qianshen pressured the Wang family, would the Wang family postpone the wedding because of Mr. Fu's influence?
No! The wedding could only be advanced, not postponed!
"Xiaoyu, I'm sorry. I said the wrong thing just now. I apologize to you."
After saying that, Feng Yayin directly raised her hand and slapped herself hard.
Feng Yu still looked indifferent.
"Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu is waiting for me." Feng Yu looked at Fu Qianshen, and the two of them left the restaurant together.
After they walked away, Feng Yayin dared to touch the place where she'd been slapped. There was a hint of venom in her eyes.
Feng Yu actually dared to use Fu Qianshen against her!
One day, when Mrs. Fu discovered Feng Yu's true nature and grew tired of her, and when she herself became the young mistress of the Wang family...
She would definitely make Feng Yu taste the same pain!
"Sister Yayin," suddenly a young lady walked up, looking worried.
There was a hint of coldness in Feng Yayin's eyes. "What is it?"
The woman looked around furtively and said mysteriously, "I just saw Mr. Wang take Qingsheng away."
"What?!" Feng Yayin's eyes widened in surprise. A terrifying aura emanated from her.
She immediately left the wedding.
Why would Wang Yilun take Feng Qingsheng away? Did he discover that Feng Qingsheng was the woman that night?!
No!
This must never happen!
Thankfully, she was smart. In order to keep track of Feng Qingsheng's every move, she'd secretly installed a tracker on her phone.
Feng Yayin opened her phone and almost threw it on the ground in anger.
Wang Yilun had taken Feng Qingsheng to a hotel?!
...
In a large hotel room, Feng Qingsheng was almost completely drunk.
Wang Yilun laid her on the bed.
Because she'd drunk too much, Feng Qingsheng's whole body was hot. She hugged Wang Yilun and kept crying. When Wang Yilun tried to let go of her, she held onto him tightly.
With this tug, Wang Yilun lost his balance and fell directly on top of Feng Qingsheng.
So fragrant?
There was a hint of surprise in Wang Yilun's eyes.
This smell seemed a bit similar to the fragrance of the woman that night.
Could it be that because they were sisters, they liked to use the same kind of perfume?
Wang Yilun suddenly felt his whole body heating up. He pushed Feng Qingsheng away impatiently and stood up.
Feng Qingsheng still held onto his hand and cried, "Dad, don't marry her... She's not a good person."
After saying that, she stood in front of him.
Ugh.
A pile of vomit landed on his suit jacket.
But the worst part wasn't this. Instead, the culprit seemed to have no idea what had happened and just collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.