In the end, after a long discussion, no conclusion was reached in the room. Both Leng Sa — stubborn and unyielding — and Fu Fengcheng — cool and sharp-tongued — were not willing to compromise. When Warlord Fu ordered someone to call Madam Fu downstairs, it also yielded no results. Her face paled and a maidservant was required to help her downstairs. After all, there were still many guests to entertain tonight, and she couldn't afford to spend all her time here.
Fu Yucheng and Zheng Ying naturally followed Madam Fu as she left. Madam Zheng followed suit.
A moment later, the room was left with only Leng Sa, Fu Fengcheng, and Xu Shaoming, who stood by the side like wallpaper.
"Tonight, Miss Leng has had quite an ordeal, please forgive me," Fu Fengcheng said calmly while looking at her.
Leng Sa sat gracefully on the sofa, her posture elegant. "It's fine. You exaggerated. But…"
"What?"
She looked at Xu Shaoming. "If this Mr. Xu could stop constantly keeping an eye on me, it would be even better. I don't feel comfortable being watched all the time." Fortunately, she had no weapon in hand. Otherwise, she would have shot him if she had been monitored like this all night.
Xu Shaoming was suddenly shocked and sweating profusely. He had thought he was being discreet, so why did the young lady discover and accurately identify him?
Fu Fengcheng remained composed. "My apologies. There won't be such incidents in the future."
"That's good." At the moment, they were all in the same boat, and it wouldn't be good to harm each other.
"Cough, cough." Xu Shaoming cleared his throat a couple of times. Both Fu Fengcheng and Leng Sa turned in unison to look at him. He was frightened by two pairs of eyes staring at him and he felt like retreating, but there was a wall behind him, and he ended up bumping his head against it.
Xu Shaoming could only lean against the wall and speak up. "Well… Miss Leng, if you were to express your understanding publicly, regardless of whether others change their opinions on Miss Zheng and Fourth Young Master, they would certainly see you as magnanimous and forgiving." Even if outsiders didn't buy it, it would still help improve her reputation, right?
Leng Sa propped her chin on her hand and leaned against the sofa. She looked at Xu Shaoming and sighed. "Forgiving? Magnanimous? Can you eat those?"
"…" It seemed like you couldn't but…
Leng Sa continued, "Deputy Xu, people who value their reputation too much are bound to be burdened by it. Think about it. If your Fourth Young Master hadn't been a good brother, son, and student before but had been a playboy like the Third Young Master, would this matter have blown up like this? A damaged image is a troublesome thing. It not only tarnishes your reputation but also risks losing your fan base."
Currently, those young girls in Yong City who secretly admired the Fourth Young Master must be heartbroken, and doing something that breaks young girls' hearts is like inviting divine punishment.
"…" I don't think that's the right analogy, right? Xu Shaoming hesitated. "Then Miss Leng…"
"I'm a person who regards my reputation as
"But Madam…"
"Madam will get used to it slowly. If she doesn't, she can take her time to find another daughter-in-law."
Xu Shaoming twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but glance at Fu Fengcheng, who was sitting at the side.
However, his Young Master was neither shocked nor angry. He was calm and composed, even speaking gently, "Miss Leng, don't worry. You will be the only future Young Madam Fu."
She tilted her head to look at him, and somehow, those words sounded more like a curse to her.
"If Young Master finds someone he prefers more, I don't mind being rejected again or getting divorced and dying a tragic death." So, please fly freely.
Fu Fengcheng looked up. When their eyes met, Leng Sa could not help but be stunned.
Fu Fengcheng appeared calm, but beneath that calmness, there seemed to be some hidden danger that outsiders couldn't see. It was as if he were a volcano that appeared peaceful but could erupt at any moment, a danger that sent shivers down one's spine.
Leng Sa suddenly felt goosebumps all over, as if she were being targeted by a gigantic beast.
Most of the time, a sniper's intuition could save lives.
She subtly adjusted her posture, quickly assessing the current balance of power between the two of them.
Before his injury, he might have had better combat skills than her, but now…
Fu Fengcheng observed her movements, but his expression remained unchanged. He spoke softly, "I won't break off the engagement, and the Fu family won't divorce you. As for a tragic death… Madam, do you need me to have someone prepare a grave for you?" When he mentioned a tragic death, he meant it quite literally.
Leng Sa blinked. "In other words, if we get married, no matter what happens you won't get a divorce?"
"I naturally hope to grow old with my wife and live and die together," he replied.
"…" It still felt like a curse.
"Do you like me?" They had only met twice. Was it necessary to talk about growing old together? This guy, who appeared to have studied abroad, hadn't picked up the romantic sentiments of foreigners at all. His thinking was even more old-fashioned than her grandfather's! If that were the case, he must have been desperate to swallow Zheng Ying whole and never let her go, considering their engagement had lasted for several years.
Fu Fengcheng stared at her. "You are my future wife. Naturally, I will… like… you."
"What if I don't like you?"
"What does that have to do with me?" He asked.
F*ck! She'd been tricked by the Fu family! They never mentioned that Fu Fengcheng seemed to have something wrong with his mind!
Leng Sa cleared her throat. "I think… can we discuss this further at a later time?"
Fu Fengcheng chuckled. "What would my lady like to discuss? Perhaps that shop, called 'Jingshu'? Or that place outside the city called 'Anyuan'?"
The atmosphere in the room gradually turned a bit chilly. She leaned forward, scrutinizing Fu Fengcheng in front of her. He leaned back and sat in his wheelchair, looked at her calmly making it seem as if nothing had happened.
"First Young Master, are you afraid of pain?"
"You want to beat me up?" Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows.
Leng Sa looked at Xu Shaoming, who was standing nervously at the side, with a faint smile. "Do you think he can stop me?"
"Leng…" Xu Shaoming tried to step forward, but as soon as he took one step, her fair and delicate hand rested on Fu Fengcheng's shoulder in a friendly manner. Fu Fengcheng made no resistance, just lowered his head to look at the hand on his shoulder.
Xu Shaoming met her smiling yet ice-cold gaze and immediately froze in place, unsure of how to proceed.
He didn't understand why he was so afraid of a girl who hadn't even turned eighteen. The First Young Master wasn't completely powerless to protect himself, but at that moment, Xu Shaoming genuinely believed that if he dared to take one more step, the girl in front of him would twist his Young Master's head off.
This was an illusion! Xu Shaoming stared helplessly at Fengcheng.
"I'm a bit scared," Fengcheng suddenly said, "I was just joking with you earlier, I hope my lady understands."
You don't look like someone who likes to joke. Leng Sa stared at him.
"As a way to make amends for scaring Miss Leng, how about I treat you to a play?" Fengcheng asked.
Leng Sa raised an eyebrow slightly and released her hand from his shoulder.
There was a knock on the door, "Sister Mingyue, we're about to cut the cake, please come quickly, Sister Mingyue."
Leng Sa stood up and checked on her appearance. "Then I'll wait for the show. See you later."
After watching Leng Sa leave, he closed the door behind her. The voices of her conversation with Fu Annie gradually faded away outside. Only then did Xu Shaoming heave a sigh of relief. "Y-Young Master, what about… that Miss Leng, she's a bit… " Too brutal!
How did the Leng family raise such a terrifying daughter? Xu Shaoming suddenly remembered the incident a few days ago when Fu Yucheng was beaten up. It wasn't them, and it wasn't done by Young Master Xiao or Mr. Wei. Could it be…
Fu Fengcheng leaned on the armrest of his wheelchair, his long fingers supporting his temple, and a playful smile gradually appeared on his lips.
"No, don't you find it… quite interesting?"
"But…" She might attack you. Xu Shaoming wasn't sure who would have the upper hand if they fought. Should he go back and test her out later?
"Don't go looking for her; you're no match for her." Sensing Xu Shaoming's intentions, Fu Fengcheng warned.
"Yes."
"Go and tell the old man that I want to marry on the same day as my Fourth Brother."
"But…" Miss Leng was still under the legal age of marriage.
"It's only two months. Can't they afford to wait?" Fu Fengcheng asked.
"Wait! They can wait!" Xu Shaoming promptly replied. If the Young Master said to wait, who would dare to say otherwise?
Fu Fengcheng lowered his gaze and chuckled softly. "Very interesting. With her… the Fu family will be even livelier in the future."
"…"