Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 563: V436: Feng Chengjin: "You don’t have to try, I won’t like you." 2000
Instantly.
Qi Shuya was truly so angry that she couldn’t say a word.
And Yu Wei really felt that speaking further was meaningless, so after finishing her words, she picked up her handbag, stood straight, and uttered the final sentence: "I know between you and Feng Chengjin, you’ve always been the more proactive one. So, I don’t think there’s anything apologetic about telling him the truth before you two get married. By the way, Miss Qi, don’t hold yourself too high, at least not in this..."
Yu Wei looked Qi Shuya up and down, a faint smile curling at her lips, "You really don’t need to think that Feng Chengjin’s words about considering you were sincere. He’s always been a gentleman to women. He treated you to a meal, he also once gave me a purse. If all women take his politeness as a hint, isn’t that a bit overly positive? Should I also join in to compete with you?"
In an instant, watching Qi Shuya’s face turn pale then flush red in response.
Yu Wei gave a contemptuous blink and left a sentence, "Just three months, don’t hold onto fantasies, take care of yourself."
Then turned around and walked out.
The shadow of the cold departed along with the fragrance of the bedroom.
Qi Shuya sat on the European-style carved tea stool, feeling a sense of indescribable loss.
However, just as the sliding door closed, who would have thought Feng Chengjin would appear outside the door?
Tall and cold, his presence was already intimidating.
Those cold, observing Mo Tong eyes, had a way of seeing through the human heart like a lake.
Making Qi Shuya unable to stop being nervous for a moment.
Yu Wei was also momentarily speechless... After all, that bastard Pei Yongyou was supposed to block Feng Chengjin, how did Chengjin get up here?
Moreover, when did he arrive? Did he hear the conversation? How much did he hear?
Thousands of questions passed through Yu Wei’s mind, but ultimately, after a frown, she concluded with a nonchalant attitude.
Anyway, Feng Chengjin is like that now, the wedding is still three months away, what difference does it make if he knows sooner or later?
But he...
Looking at the bedroom that already irked her, and at Feng Chengjin who personally came to find Qi Shuya.
Feeling indignant for Zixuan, Yu Wei gave Feng Chengjin a hateful glare, pushed past his shoulder, and walked away quickly.
Feng Chengjin hadn’t actually heard much, only catching Yu Wei’s final comments implying he was quite the gentleman, advising Qi Shuya not to overthink it...
So seeing Yu Wei’s anger as she left in a huff, he was "..."
Pausing, before entering the bedroom, Qi Shuya stood up straight with a slight tremble, uttering softly, "Chengjin..."
He slightly lowered his eyes, looking coldly, "Were you telling Miss Yu that I like you?"
In an instant, the astonishing insight and judgment left Qi Shuya, who didn’t know how much he had heard, nervously shaking her head, "No, I just said I wanted to try to win your affection."
Feng Chengjin looked at her calmly.
Pausing for a moment, he neither stated whether he believed it or not.
Just in his deep melancholy gaze, clouding his emotions, he stated, "It’s good if you didn’t, but you don’t need to try. I won’t like you. Also, my mom wants to see you." Then he closed the door and left.
Outside the hallway, Feng Chengjin’s steps were leisurely and calm.
Inside the bedroom, hearing Yu Wei’s earlier words about ensuring to tell Feng Chengjin the truth before the wedding, had already left Qi Shuya’s heart trembling and confused. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
And now, hearing him repeat again a year and a half later, "I won’t like you."
It felt like a needle pricking at her heart.
In an instant, what used to be confident and indifferent matters now held some concern.
Pausing, looking back at the original intention of Eldest Sister-in-law Li arranging her to stay here.
She also looked at the box of intimate lingerie and incense Eldest Sister-in-law Li handed her earlier, a trace of poignancy in her eyes...
She... slightly clenched her fists.
...
Beijing.
In the green courtyard.
Bai Qifan gazed at Qiu Zhixuan’s refusal, heartbroken not knowing what to say.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, looking through the carved wooden lattice at Bai Qifan in the distance, Gu Qingfeng couldn’t help but grow emotional, his eyes reddening.
Behind him, Qiu Yuan saw this, unable to stop feeling heavy-hearted.
Looking at Gu Qingfeng, she had a lump in her throat, "Our daughter doesn’t want to find anyone for the rest of her life, what can we do?"
Gu Qingfeng gave a bitter smile, he didn’t know what to do.
If he knew what to do, would he watch his daughter waste two years like this? In her youth, she refused all the high-ranking sons of Rong City, the wealthy young masters, and now in later life, she has to refuse all the notable gentlemen of Beijing City.
Sacrificing her youth in waiting, laying the foundation of her remaining years in longing?
Thinking over time.
Two years... ten years... No, to be precise, already twenty-eight years...
Thinking of the past experiences with Feng Jingguo...
For a moment, Gu Qingfeng was really overwhelmed by those troubles, leaving only regrets, remorse, and sighs, filled with bitterness.
Pausing, after Bai Qifan smoked two cigarettes and left because he couldn’t wait for Gu Zixuan to come out, turned around and left.
He also couldn’t stay in that stifling courtyard, putting on a thin woolen coat, holding two boxes of tea leaves, he said, "I’m going to Uncle Ji’s to sit for a while."
Gu Qingfeng is already fifty-two this year.
The person he calls Uncle Ji must be around eighty or ninety.
Qiu Yuan knew who he was referring to, nodding, she brought a fine piece of embroidery from the bedroom and said, "This is a piece I embroidered for Aunt Ji, take it for me as well."
Gu Qingfeng glanced at it, knowing Aunt Ji was fond of Qiu Yuan, almost treating her like a daughter, nodded, took it along, grabbed the car keys, and left.
...
Meanwhile in another bedroom, Gu Zixuan.
After rejecting Bai Qifan, she quietly leaned against the bedroom door, staring blankly at the distant wall.
On the wall, opposite of what Feng Chengjin once did, now it’s she who collects his news everywhere.
On the wall now, it is densely packed with Feng Chengjin’s photos.
News articles, magazine covers, and even when opening the computer, it remains on his lecture pages...
With a bitter smile on her lips, every inch here is information about him that she learned in the past two years.
Yet her lips carry a sense of contentment because... spending the rest of her life this way is not too bad.
