Chapter 49

Jing City is a bustling city. While Ji Qingyu and Feng Chengze were enjoying their rare time together, Chen Yuwei sat in the car, took a selfie with her equally tired husband, and posted it on her social media.

Ji Qingyu liked the post and commented: “How romantic, going on a date so late?”

Chen Yuwei laughed and lowered her head to type a reply: “If Lao Xu dared to give me such a lifeless expression on a date, he would be my ex-husband.”

She was also temporarily attending a private dinner with her husband. After replying to the comments, she looked at her husband, who was tilting his head back to take liver supplements, and curiously asked, “Which company’s leader is it this time?”

Xu Changdong was also unsure, rubbing his temples, “Not too sure. The higher-ups arranged it. Probably some executives from foreign companies looking to expand into Asia. There are so many of them, the organizers might not even know them well.”

The couple sighed. As they got out of the car, hand in hand, they looked radiant and energetic, as if they were about to walk the red carpet.

As the dinner was coming to an end, Chen Yuwei, having had a few drinks, felt tipsy and went to the restroom to sober up. Through the partition, she heard people whispering. At first, she didn’t pay much attention, catching a few words about an auction. Suddenly, a familiar name was mentioned, making her initially distracted expression turned serious, and she listened intently.

“Who bought Mrs. Huang’s jewelry?”

“I think it was Luo Xuan. I haven’t seen her in a long time. I almost didn’t recognize her.”

“She returned to the country? I heard she’s getting married, is that true?”

The two women seemed to cover their mouths, laughing meaningfully, “Do you think she wanted the jewelry, or did she go because she heard Feng Yu would be there?”

“Who knows? Why did they suddenly stop seeing each other? There wasn’t any news of them having a falling out.”

“I heard a bit about it, but don’t tell anyone.” The woman lowered her voice, “Feng Yu was dating… his current sister-in-law. He was going to take her home to meet his parents and get engaged. On the way to Feng’s house, Luo Xuan’s brother drove her car into them like a madman. These siblings are quite sinister; they just want to cause trouble. They broke up the couple. They dared to do this openly because Mrs. Feng’s family was ordinary, with no background. If Feng Yu was dating a girl from a different family, do you think they would have dared? It’s just bullying the weak. Who would have thought, thirty years of the east, thirty years of the west.”

After touching up her makeup, the woman cryptically reminded, “Let’s go, don’t talk about this outside. Hardly anyone knows about it. I even forgot where I heard it from.”

A few minutes later, when it was completely silent outside the restroom, Chen Yuwei finally pushed the door open and came out. The smell of alcohol had mostly dissipated, and she looked thoughtful.

Did those two women know someone was in the restroom? Why did she feel like they were deliberately saying it for her to hear? This is a private club with excellent privacy measures. Not even the corridors have surveillance.

Who could have such means?
But putting that aside, is what they said true?
…

“What are you thinking about? You’ve been silent since just now.”

Chen Yuwei was sitting in the car, holding her phone and deep in thought. Suddenly hearing her husband’s voice, she replied irritably, “You startled me.”

“By the way, did you meet Mrs. Feng this afternoon?” Xu Changdong, who usually didn’t talk much, became quite chatty when half-drunk, “Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng are both good people. They’re fortunate to have such a smart and adorable daughter.”

On a normal day, Chen Yuwei would have agreed, but she wasn’t in the mood today. Her mind was occupied with what she had heard. She wasn’t stupid; the scenes from this afternoon kept replaying in her mind, and now it seemed really strange.

As for what she heard in the restroom and those two women, she was sure it had nothing to do with Mrs. Feng. Although she hadn’t interacted with Mrs. Feng much, she could tell that Mrs. Feng was a straightforward person who wouldn’t “say” things in such a manner.

There was nothing they couldn’t talk about as a couple, so Chen Yuwei instinctively asked, “What do you think of Xiao Xuan?”

Xu Changdong, being in his position, was cautious even at home, especially when evaluating his sister-in-law. If he were sober, he would never say anything inappropriate. But having had some drinks, he opened up, “Hard to say. I’m not familiar with her. Everything else is fine, but her family situation is complicated. In terms of background and wealth, Zhizhou indeed married up. But we didn’t marry for that. I’m just afraid… big families have many people and gossip. Dealing with one or two unreasonable ones is already a headache.”

Chen Yuwei pressed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on from the alcohol. Although she suspected that Luo Xuan might have a grudge against Mrs. Feng, she didn’t expect such a deep connection. She felt a mix of emotions. Her thoughts were a bit chaotic, and she decided to find a suitable opportunity to ask Luo Xuan about it. She wasn’t too concerned about whether it was true, but if it was, did Zhizhou know?

And what level of association will she maintain with Mrs. Feng in the future, which will make each other more comfortable?

She needs to think about it carefully.

Friday, destined to be a morning where sleeping in is not an option. An uninvited guest, as usual, burst into the master bedroom.

Feng Jiayuan looked up at her father, who was putting on his watch and asked, “Dad, just one more day, and you won’t have to work tomorrow. Aren’t you happy?”

Ji Qingyu, having finished freshening up, heard Feng Chengze’s low reply as she entered the walk-in closet, “Happy.”

She stopped in her tracks. What echoed in her ears was his breath, restrained yet calming, buried in her neck fifteen minutes ago. Previously, due to unfamiliarity, she avoided wearing nightgowns in the closet. Now, she was considering getting a new batch of pajamas.

Preferably conservative yet comfortable tops and bottoms.
Wear them from Monday to Friday and something else on weekends.

“How coincidental, Dad, I’m happy too!” The childish voice interrupted her thoughts.

Ji Qingyu chuckled softly, immediately catching the attention of the father and daughter in the closet, who turned to look at her.

“Mom!!” Feng Jiayuan immediately forgot about her father, rushed over, and hugged her waist.

Feng Chengze fastened his watch strap, glanced at the time, and reminded, “Yuan Bao, it’s time for you to go to school.”

“Wait a bit. I have my own plans.” Feng Jiayuan let go, turned to scrutinize her father, and finally noticed something amiss, “Dad, do you need me to pick a tie for you?”

Ji Qingyu stifled her laughter.

This was a little pleasure Feng Chengze had recently developed. Every morning, he would wait in the closet for her to pick and tie his tie. She admitted she found it amusing too. Occasionally, she would watch video tutorials to learn Windsor knots, Manhattan knots… Although these skills weren’t handy, she wanted to see Feng Chengze’s surprised expression—though his emotions were always so calm and steady, she had never seen him overly excited about anything, which was a pity. And he was slowly getting familiar with her jewelry cabinet.

Feng Chengze glanced at her and politely declined, “Your mom will help me pick.”

“Then…” Feng Jiayuan blinked and excitedly clenched her small fists. “Mom and I will play rock-paper-scissors, and the winner helps Dad pick a tie!”

Before Feng Chengze could respond, Ji Qingyu had already agreed cheerfully, “Sure! One round to decide the winner. How about letting Dad be the judge?”

“Okay, okay!!”

Feng Jiayuan was thrilled. She loved coming to play with her parents every morning.

A few days ago, her mom played hide-and-seek with her. When she told her friends at school, they all looked at her with envy.

Feng Chengze: “…” He could only lean against the side, calmly watching the mother and daughter play. The result was no surprise unless Ji Qingyu deliberately let her win. Everyone in the family knew that whenever Feng Jiayuan played this game, she always chose rock first. She had a deep love for rock.

Although Feng Jiayuan lost, she wasn’t discouraged at all. After giving her parents a bear hug each, she happily went to school with her backpack.

“So pitiful,” Ji Qingyu murmured.

Feng Chengze thought that if she could tone down her bright smile when saying those three words, it might seem more genuine.

“When do you think she’ll stop choosing rock and pick something else?” Ji Qingyu wondered, “Is it because the game is called rock-paper-scissors, and she’s playing in order?”

“Maybe she’s trying to confuse you,” Feng Chengze said with a faint smile, “Next time, if the stakes are higher, her chances of winning will be greater.”

If it were him, he would do that. Confuse the opponent, let them taste victory, think it’s a sure win, and then deliver a heavy blow at the last moment.

Ji Qingyu’s first reaction was to laugh. After laughing, she wasn’t sure anymore. She tugged his sleeve and asked softly, “Really?”

If it’s true, then Yuan Bao has become a genius!!

Feng Chengze couldn’t help but laugh. He opened the tie cabinet, “Help me pick.”

She came to his side, bent down, her fingers brushing over the soft ties, tilting her head to assess his outfit today. She picked a dark blue one and stood on tiptoe, only to be pulled into his arms. Feng Jiayuan was also taught to be very polite in many things. When leaving the master bedroom, she helped her parents close the door again, and no sound could be heard from outside.

Ji Qingyu was pressed against the watch cabinet in the middle. The robe she was wearing slipped to her ankles. She was lifted and sat on the glass cabinet, below which were his watches, tie clips, and cufflinks. In a way, they were all part of Feng Chengze’s identity.

Feng Chengze’s work hours were not at his discretion. His daily schedule was very full. Going to work an hour late in the morning would also mean coming home an hour late. Therefore, he still planned to leave at 8:20 on time. With only twenty minutes left, there wasn’t much he could do.

At 8:25, the driver opened the car door for him.

He sat in the back seat, looking relaxed. Glancing down, he inadvertently noticed a soft long hair wrapped around his watch. He rubbed it with his finger, no wonder she bit him. He pondered for a few seconds, took off the watch, and casually put it in the armrest box. This watch should be kept at the back of the cabinet from now on.