Feng Yu shook her head frantically, quickly driving the thoughts from her mind.
With great effort, she managed to shake off Fu Qianchen's hand and get up from him. Just as she was about to leave, Fu Qianchen suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist again.
This move startled Feng Yu, and her eyes widened in shock.
She pursed her lips tightly and stole a glance at Fu Qianchen behind her.
Fu Qianchen was still sound asleep.
"Don't go," Fu Qianchen murmured.
It had to be said that these words really touched Feng Yu. She let out a sigh and finally simply crouched down, stroking Fu Qianchen's head as if soothing a child.
"You're such a handful! You're sleeping, but I need to sleep too..." Feng Yu rambled on to herself.
She completely failed to notice the smile that curled up on the sleeping man's lips.
Finally, Feng Yu gave a hard tug and managed to shake off Fu Qianchen's hand.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm going to bed!" With that, Feng Yu turned around and left. But seeing Fu Qianchen looking so pitiful, her conscience got the better of her, and she fetched a thin quilt for him.
Back in her own bedroom, Feng Yu closed her eyes, but all she could see was Fu Qianchen's face. She suddenly opened her eyes, looking panicked.
What was going on...
Feng Yu tossed and turned in bed. Could it be that she was developing feelings for this man?
Feng Yu covered her face with both hands, revealing a pair of glittering eyes.
"No, it's impossible. I can't..."
Feng Yu stopped thinking about it and finally forced herself to fall asleep. But in her dream, Fu Qianchen appeared again.
She saw herself and Fu Qianchen. Fu Qianchen was dressed in a suit, reaching out his hand to her. Looking closer, she realized she was wearing a pure white wedding dress.
She was slightly stunned and reached out her hand to Fu Qianchen.
Suddenly, the dream was interrupted, and Feng Yu woke up. She felt a tightness in her chest. In her drowsy state, she turned her head and immediately saw a magnified face beside her.
"Ah—" Feng Yu woke up instantly and quickly grabbed the quilt and jumped out of bed.
Fu Qianchen was obviously woken up. He rubbed his eyes and, upon seeing Feng Yu, slowly said, "Xiaoyu."
"You! You..." Feng Yu pointed at Fu Qianchen and then at herself. She looked utterly incredulous. When she pulled back the quilt and saw that she was still intact, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Why are you sleeping in my bed!" Feng Yu was extremely annoyed and gave Fu Qianchen a dirty look.
Fu Qianchen propped up his head, exuding a lazy charm all over his body.
"This whole house is mine. Where do you think I can't sleep?"
Feng Yu was speechless again. She clenched her fists tightly, suppressing the anger in her heart.
"Fine! You said it!" With that, Feng Yu immediately started packing her things to leave, while Fu Qianchen watched her every move as if nothing had happened.
"Are you sure you want to leave me?"
Feng Yu's hand stopped packing. Then she said angrily, "It's not like I can't live without you."
Fu Qianchen didn't say a word. He slowly got up and put on his suit jacket.
Just as Feng Yu was about to go out, he grabbed her.
"You've entered the wolf's den, and you still want to run? That's not going to work."
Feng Yu obviously didn't understand what Fu Qianchen meant. Before she could react, Fu Qianchen directly picked her up and put her on the bed, pinning her down with his whole body.
"How could you forget me, and forget me so completely?" Fu Qianchen said in a deep voice. His face looked extremely ugly, and he seemed to be suppressing his emotions.
Feng Yu was scared by his appearance. Only a few words came to her mind.
A gentleman on the outside, a scoundrel on the inside.
Just as Feng Yu was about to kick him away, Fu Qianchen left.
"I won't stop you," he said, and then directly left Feng Yu's bedroom.
Looking at Fu Qianchen's back as he left, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel a little lost. This feeling made her quite uncomfortable. She lowered her eyes and clenched her fists tightly.
After some final struggle, she still put down her luggage.
"Humph! If it weren't so hard to find a house right now, I would have left long ago!" With that, Feng Yu angrily lay back on the bed.
She opened her eyes and fell into deep thought.
She always felt that she had a strange emotion and fluttery feeling towards Fu Qianchen.
It was like... like... love?
Feng Yu took a deep breath and didn't want to think about it anymore.
"Knock, knock." The sound of knocking on the door came. Feng Yu looked over and saw it was the butler.
"Miss Feng, Mr. Qiu asks you to go to the study."
Feng Yu was extremely reluctant in her heart, but she had to bow her head when under someone else's roof.
When Feng Yu arrived at the study where Fu Qianchen was, she was a little surprised. Fu Qianchen's study was filled with books. Moreover, the antique study also showed his taste.
"You're here," Fu Qianchen put down the book in his hand, glanced at Feng Yu, and slowly said.
Feng Yu nodded.
"Mr. Qiu, what do you want me for?"
Fu Qianchen got straight to the point.
"There's a business banquet the day after tomorrow. You'll go with me."
Feng Yu was stunned for a few seconds and wanted to refuse.
But seeing Fu Qianchen's look of non - negotiability, she sensibly closed her mouth.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go and get busy."
"You're on working hours now. What do you want to get busy with?"
Feng Yu's body stiffened. She was obviously suppressing her anger and said with a forced smile, "Then what does Mr. Qiu want me to do for you?"
Fu Qianchen pointed at a chair beside him and slowly said, "Sit."
Feng Yu looked at him with a questioning look on her face.
Was her job just to sit?
Feng Yu was sensible enough and directly sat on the chair. Then Fu Qianchen threw a book at her.
Feng Yu took a closer look, and her face immediately changed. It was "Self - Cultivation of a Wife".
"Mr. Qiu... you..."
Fu Qianchen slightly raised his eyes. "What's the matter?"
Feng Yu quickly shook her head, opened the book, and pretended to read it seriously.
"You'd better read it carefully. I'll ask you about the key points later."
Feng Yu was speechless. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Fu Qianchen say slowly, "This is your job."
Job, job. She had never seen such a strange job.
"Okay, Mr. Qiu."
Just like this, Feng Yu reluctantly started reading "Self - Cultivation of a Wife".
As she read, the words in the book were like sheep. One by one, and finally Feng Yu fell asleep.
While still busy, Fu Qianchen heard Feng Yu's even breathing and stopped writing. He looked at her with an extremely doting look in his eyes.
He slowly got up, walked to Feng Yu's side, crouched down, stroked her face, and finally gently kissed her forehead. Then he picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.
When Feng Yu woke up, it was already afternoon. She suddenly sat up and looked around. The surrounding environment was a bit strange to her. Looking closely.
This was Fu Qianchen's bedroom!
Wait, how did she end up in Fu Qianchen's bedroom!?
She only remembered that she was reading a book... and then... fell asleep.
Feng Yu was a little annoyed. She had never slept so soundly before.