Oh my, to suddenly talk about not wearing any clothes, how shy-making is that? Don't you know she's a pure-hearted beauty?
Oh, right, she should be considered a pure-hearted married woman now.
Song Weiyi tossed her head, throwing that thought out of her mind.
"Also, you're the only one, after I proposed marriage to you, who didn't call me crazy or simply ignore me." That's what truly touched her.
Don't think being beautiful gives you any special privileges. Speaking of which, Song Weiyi also had her own complaints.
Because she too fantasized that with her looks and figure, finding a man who wanted to marry her would be a matter of minutes. However, Song Weiyi's personal experience told her—girl, you're dreaming.
Of course, thanks to her beauty, there were indeed men who would chat her up.
But when Song Weiyi took out her household registration book and said let's get married, those unreliable men either ran away scared or called her crazy.
Her husband was the only one who didn't ignore her, and actually married her.
Even though half a day had passed, whenever Song Weiyi thought about these things, she couldn't help but feel a warm glow in her heart, looking at her husband with teary eyes. It was him, it had to be him!
"So, husband, you must never abandon your downtrodden wife. I am loyal to you only, my heart can be witnessed by heaven and earth!" Song Weiyi then clung to his arm instead.
"Downtrodden wife?" Pei Yibai's gaze settled steadily on the pretty face opposite him.
Song Weiyi covered her face, imperiously burying her head in his chest, "Anyway, you can't abandon me, waaaaah, Dad's angry, he's almost hitting me. If you don't want me, then I..."
What was it that the drama queen did next on TV? Cry, make a fuss, then pretend to hang herself?
Oh right, she had cried, she had made a fuss, now it was time for the "pretend hanging". Song Weiyi lowered her head and grinned without shedding a tear, despite her dry howling.
"Then I'll just have to seek death, to find release!" Waaaah, why is this so pitiful.
Suddenly, her chin was gently pinched, and she had to lift her head.
The man's gaze was sparkling, his lips curved in a seductive arc, his deep and charming eyes mirroring her lovely face.
His fingers gently glided over Song Weiyi's eyes, the warmth of his fingertips and a thin callus made her feel as if her skin was being tickled, deep down a strange itch.
"My wife is so devoted to me, how could I bear to watch you be bullied by your father? Don't worry, I won't abandon a downtrodden wife."
He put particular emphasis on the words "downtrodden wife", and even let out a soft chuckle at the end, making Song Weiyi's face turn a bashful red.
He teased her again, "Next time you cry, try to squeeze out a couple of tears. It will be more convincing, and I'll feel even more sympathetic."
His teasing voice made Song Weiyi's face completely red, and she stamped her foot petulantly, glaring at him, "Pei Yibai!" It's not fair to tease someone like this.
His smile subsided a bit, making Song Weiyi think he was angry, because she had been yelling his name so casually.
For some reason, when Pei Yibai wasn't smiling, she felt very daunted by him, not daring to be presumptuous.
"I mean, I..." Song Weiyi wanted to apologize but didn't know what to apologize for.
Song Weiyi cursed herself inwardly. They weren't that familiar yet, so why had she been so casual?
"I prefer it when you call me 'husband'." Pei Yibai lowered his voice, Song Weiyi looked up, her expression stunned.
I thought he was angry, but I didn't expect that in saying such a "thick-skinned" thing, he would turn out to be such a two-faced creature!
"Okay, let's go, your dad is glaring at us, his eyes are about to turn into ice daggers."
Fu Zining and Rong Jing'an, walking ahead, had trembling footsteps.
"Jing'an, you must find a way to clear this up, the look on Elder Sheng's face was extremely unpleasant just now. If he truly becomes angry with our family because of this, will we have any good days ahead?" As she spoke, Fu Zining's tone already carried a sobbing note.
Half of it was an act, and the other half was indeed out of fear.
Everyone in the circle knew well how disgraceful Elder Sheng's reputation was, and equally as famous was his violent temper.
There's no smoke without fire; if it wasn't particularly egregious, how could such rumors have arisen?
"Weiyi, could she have known something all along?"
Rong Jing'an paused in his stride when he heard this and firmly denied, "How could that be? I haven't mentioned these things to her, and would you have specially told her?"
The answer was, of course, no. Fu Zining was not so kind-hearted.
"Then how could she know? She must know," Fu Zining seriously reconsidered and became even more convinced.
"She deliberately spilled wine on Elder Sheng and then married someone else; she just doesn't want to marry Elder Sheng! Your daughter is so scheming, she not only tactfully refused the marriage proposal but has also offended Elder Sheng on our behalf, what are we going to do?"
Rong Jing'an was also incredibly frustrated; the sullen look of Elder Sheng still hadn't faded from his mind, and Fu Zining bringing it up made him even more agitated.
"Alright, we'll talk about this later, let me think about how to handle it."
The Fu Family's living room was lavishly decorated, with an eye-catching bright yellow color scheme, and the walls were adorned with landscape paintings by masters from the Ming and Qing dynasties—of course, they were copies.
This house began to be furnished by Fu Zining's father when he was alive. It had been around thirty to forty years, undergoing continuous renovation and expansion, so naturally, the interior decor was also exceptional.
"Song Weiyi, get down on your knees!" Rong Jing'an's angry rebuke snapped Song Weiyi out of her reverie.
She leaned against the tall figure of Pei Yibai, with a puzzled expression.
"In front of the entire lineage of the Fu Family, let them see what kind of good deed you, the unfilial daughter, have done! Aunty Zhang, go fetch the whip from my study!"
The servant named looked at Song Weiyi with pity and then turned to go upstairs.
When she came back down, she held a dark red whip in her hand, as thick as two of Song Weiyi's fingers and more than a meter long.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Song Weiyi asked loudly.
Having lived in the Fu Family's house for so long, she didn't know there was such a whip in the house; could it be for her?
Looking at the shiny whip, Song Weiyi thought that if it indeed came down on her, her back would probably be torn to shreds, right?
"What do you think? Have you still not realized your mistake by now?"
Song Weiyi pursed her lips, "Dad, I admit I didn't discuss it with you before marrying Yibai; that was indeed my fault, but at that time, we couldn't help ourselves."
"I might be young to be married, but it's not too early, right? The daughter of a high school classmate of mine was born last month. Just like you yourself said, Dad, timing is everything and one must have precise judgment. I finally met a good man, why should I push him onto someone else?"