"So, this is the show you want me to watch?" Leng Sa appeared dispirited.
Although the expressions on Fu Yucheng's and Zheng Ying's faces when Warlord Fu announced the wedding date were quite amusing, calling it a good show seemed rather dull.
Fu Fengcheng replied, "Of course, it's not going to be that boring. Just wait, and you'll see.
She curiously glanced around the surroundings and realized they had chosen an interesting location. They were standing at the highest point in the garden, with an almost panoramic view of the entire villa's garden. However, people standing below couldn't easily see them.
While she was sizing up the terrain, he was also appraising the young woman in front of him. The Third Young Lady Leng was well-known in Yong City for her beauty, hence the girl before him was indeed beautiful.
However, she was more than the perceived beauty. She exuded an air of solitude that set her apart from the gentle beauties of the current era. However, when she smiled, her charm was distinctly different from the popular girls of the time in An Xia.
For instance, at this moment, the bright gleam in her eyes revealed that she wasn't a cold-hearted person. She was curious and even a little malicious, but in a playful way.
However, she had to maintain an appearance of indifference on her face, just like… the rare breed of cats he had seen while studying abroad.
These cats looked down on you, and if they sensed you getting too close, they would immediately slip away. Even when they were in a good mood and allowed you to pet them, you had to be cautious because they could scratch you at any moment.
What left the deepest impression on him were those eyes—slightly blue, beautiful, and clear, yet far from gentle and kind. Instead, they carried a hint of coldness, cunning, and malice, much like the woman before him.
Leng Sa was well aware that he was assessing her, but she didn't care. She had no interest in pretending to be meek and obedient in front of others. If it were Fu Yucheng, she might play along a bit, but with someone like Fu Fengcheng, putting on a show would only be demeaning.
Footsteps and a male voice could be heard coming from below in the garden. Leng Sa raised an eyebrow and cast a sidelong glance at Fu Fengcheng, who had moved and hidden into the shadow of the flowerbed.
"Ahying, Ahying!" Leng Sa found the voice familiar.
Soon, two figures appeared within her line of sight. Walking over in the moonlight were a man and a woman. The woman was dressed in a slightly conservative but elegant gown, which accentuated her grace and charm. She was none other than Zheng Ying.
However, the man accompanying her was not Fu Yucheng, which surprised Leng Sa. It was Xiao Haoran.
Do these two people know each other?
"Ahying." Xiao Haoran caught up with a few quick steps and grabbed Zheng Ying's arm.
Zheng Ying immediately struggled and backed away. "Young Master Xiao, what are you doing?"
Xiao Haoran was disheartened. "Ahying, Sorry, I…"
Zheng Ying looked at Xiao Haoran. "Young Master Xiao, please don't come looking for me again. I'm about to marry Yucheng. My life is already very difficult, and I can't bear any more gossip. Please… I beg you, please don't cause any more trouble."
Xiao Haoran's face showed a hint of hurt, and he took a while before forcing a bitter smile. "You're right. I shouldn't have come to see you."
Zheng Ying's expression changed slightly as if she regretted saying such hurtful words. She spoke in a low voice, "I… that's not what I meant. I know you've been kind to me, but it's not possible. I have Yucheng, and you have a fiancée."
Xiao Haoran looked reluctant. "Why is it like this? In the past, when Fu Fengcheng was around, I didn't have much to say, but now that he's crippled, I've almost convinced my father to cancel my engagement with the Leng family. Then, I can… Why… Yingying, do you… like Fu Yucheng?"
Zheng Ying lightly bit her lip. "He is my fiancé. How could I not like him? I even carry his child, and in the future… he is the one I will rely on for the rest of my life." As she spoke, Zheng Ying gently caressed her still-flat abdomen.
Xiao Haoran gritted his teeth and grabbed Zheng Ying's wrist. "Ahying, come with me! This child… I will treat it as my own!"
Watching this scene from above, Leng Sa felt somewhat surprised. If it were the women from the Fox Den in her previous life, they might have already started whistling.
In the past few days, she hadn't realized that this Young Master Xiao was so romantic.
In this day and age, being forced into fatherhood was already unlucky enough, but actively volunteering for it?
Zheng Ying struggled a few times but couldn't break free. Her eyes welled up with tears. "No… let go of me! I can't… I can't do this. Xiao Haoran, release me, return to the capital, and marry your Miss Leng. Just treat it as… we are not fated."
"I don't believe it! If we're not meant to be, why did Fu Fengcheng end up becoming a cripple? We met each other first!" Xiao Haoran shouted in frustration.
Leng Sa glanced at the expressionless Fu Fengcheng beside her, feeling a bit of sympathy.
Given the circumstances, Fu Fengcheng was such a pitiful man.
She didn't realize that this Young Master Xiao had such a touching sense of logic.
Unable to free herself, Zheng Ying stopped struggling. She closed her eyes, looking weary. "Enough… Haoran, I'm begging you… Let me go, and let yourself go as well. Can't we both move on and lead our own lives?"
"No!" Xiao Haoran stared at her intently. "Do you think you're doing well? Warlord Fu doesn't like you at all. If he valued you or the Zheng family, why would he choose the end of May for the wedding, knowing full well that you're… When that time comes, are you going to have the wedding, or are you going to be the subject of ridicule by the entire An Xia once again?"
Zheng Ying's face turned ashen, and even her lips seemed to lose some color.
"We made a mistake, and being mocked is the price we should pay."
"Is Fu Yucheng just going to stand by and let you be bullied? He won't do anything?" Xiao Haoran questioned.
Zheng Ying shook her head. "He has done his best, he…"
Xiao Haoran interrupted her. He lowered his gaze, staring at her. "Ahying, regardless of your choice, I won't blame you. Don't worry, I'll do what Fu Yucheng can't. I won't let anyone bully you!"
Zheng Ying felt nervous. "What… what do you want to do? Don't do anything rash!"
Xiao Haoran said coldly, "Don't worry about it. I'll solve these troubles for you. Afterward, I'll return to the capital. Ahying… you can still change your mind before I leave."
Zheng Ying shook her head. "You don't have to do anything. I won't change my mind. I've chosen this path. No matter what the outcome is, I won't regret it."
Xiao Haoran looked deep into her eyes and said, "I hope neither of us will regret it."
With those words, Xiao Haoran suddenly took a step forward and planted a kiss on Zheng Ying's forehead. Then, before she could react, he turned and walked away. Zheng Ying stood there in a daze, staring at his retreating figure, speechless for a while.
"The trouble he mentioned… was he referring to me?" Leng Sa asked as she watched Zheng Ying's figure disappear at the end of the garden.
"What do you think?" Fu Fengcheng asked.
"…"
Fu Fengcheng looked up at her and asked, "After witnessing what just happened, Miss Leng, have you learned anything?"
She blinked, "Learn?" It wasn't just watching a show; it was like teaching on the spot.
Fu Fengcheng leaned back in his wheelchair and lazily looked at her, "Forgive my bluntness, Miss Leng, but as a woman… you lack femininity. Your future sister-in-law should serve as a good reference for you."
Leng Sa raised an eyebrow, "Are you suggesting I can follow her example and create a vast
Fu Fengcheng's eyes slightly darkened, "Let's talk about it once you stop scaring men away." Both were considered beauties, and Leng Sa was even more remarkable in terms of appearance. Why was Zheng Ying a well-known school belle while she remained unknown? Didn't this woman ever reflect on herself?
Leng Sa sighed, "First Young Master Fu, it's unethical to bully a disabled person."
"So?"
"You brought it upon yourself; I can't help it," Leng Sa said, and before the words had fully left her lips, she grabbed Fu Fengcheng by the collar and pulled him off the wheelchair. At the same time, she kicked the wheelchair, sending it sliding several meters away, causing Fu Fengcheng to inevitably fall to the ground.
"You!" Fu Fengcheng reached out to grab Leng Sa's shoulder, but she skillfully evaded his grasp. She pushed his hand away and took a few quick steps back, creating distance.
"Do you need me to call Deputy Xu for you?" Leng Sa looked at him with a sly smile.
"Get lost."
"Goodbye." Leng Sa shrugged and left.
"…" That damn man dared to insinuate that she was a tomboy! It was a good thing she didn't hurt him. Her inherent quality of protecting the weak and helpless had spared him.