Feng Jingche, with a head of pink hair, picked up the cane from the floor and strode over to the Old Master. “Grandpa, it’s just for a movie role.”
In all the years of the Feng family, there had never been a man who dyed his hair pink.
Feng Jingche was the first.
Old Master Feng had never approved of Feng Jingche “playing around” in the entertainment industry.
But Feng Jingche found life dreadfully boring. He thought spending his life just working, traveling, eating, drinking, and having fun was dull, and he wanted to experience different lives. So, he decided to try acting in a movie for fun.
Feng Jingche got hooked, but the Old Master was staunchly against it. Coupled with the fact that Feng Jingche’s parents worked abroad, he had no choice but to reduce his workload.
In six years, he had only four works; the rest of the time, he was at the office and never engaged with the public.
He was known as the most mysterious figure in the entertainment industry.
Even if the paparazzi managed to snap a photo of him, they wouldn’t dare to publish it.
“Pink hair. What are you playing this time?”
“A profligate second-generation heir! The super-villainous kind.” Feng Jingche helped the Old Master sit down.
Old Master Feng’s head throbbed.
He sighed deeply, pressing his fingers to his temples. “Feng Jingche, you are the CEO of the corporation now. Your image represents the image of our Feng family. You’re playing a villain, a villain with pink hair at that. What were you thinking?”
He was about to faint from anger.
Feng Jingche patted the Old Master’s chest to help him calm down. “Grandpa, a movie is a movie. You can’t bring it into real life. People can tell the difference.”
“In any case, I do not approve of you playing a villain!”
For the sake of his strange illness, for the sake of keeping him alive, his grandfather had even believed the words of a quack and made him marry a pregnant woman, Yu Xiyue.
His grandfather’s disapproval of this movie would only be temporary.
The old man just needed a little coaxing.
“Grandpa, I just got married. Isn’t this to give my new wife a sense of novelty?”
Old Master Feng’s gaze was sharp, as if asking what use it was to give Yu Xiyue a sense of novelty!
“Don’t you try that with me. Get that pink hair of yours dyed back tomorrow. If you don’t, don’t bother coming back!” Old Master Feng took his cane, whacked him on the leg, and then stormed off in a huff.
He actually hit him!
Didn’t that hurt him?
Feng Jingche went upstairs with a grim face.
“Sis, is that your husband?”
The siblings had just come out of the piano room when they saw Feng Jingche heading upstairs.
Pink hair!
Why did Feng Jingche dye his hair pink?
The wig she wore that night was also pink.
Had he discovered something, or was he reminiscing about something?
A face that handsome could get away with anything. The pink hair didn’t detract from his handsome features. With a slight curl of his lips, he looked as untamable and unrestrained as ever.
What was happening?
Why was her heart suddenly beating so fast?
Could pregnant women feel impulsive too?
Yes, they could.
Yu Xiyue quite liked Feng Jingche’s current wild, untamable, and rebelliously arrogant look.
So cool~
Feng Jingche ignored their scrutinizing gazes. “What are you doing in my house?”
Yu Qingsong put on an arrogant face. “Of course I’m here to keep my sister company. You’re her husband, yet you don’t come home to eat with her or do prenatal education with her. As her younger brother, it’s my duty! Don’t worry, you go ahead and work. I’ll take good care of your wife and child.”
Something’s not right!
This isn’t right!
Brother, isn’t it weird for you to say something like that?
This world is so damn crazy!
“If anyone in your Yu family had a conscience, you wouldn’t be saying such things,” Feng Jingche said, suppressing his anger as he walked past the siblings.
“What do you mean? If you’re not willing to be married, let’s get a divorce right now!” Yu Qingsong wasn’t about to back down. “My sister is so wonderful, Feng Jingche, you…”
Say it!
Why did you stop?
The moment Feng Jingche turned around, he saw Yu Xiyue covering Yu Qingsong’s mouth.
One death glare from her, and her little brother obediently lowered his head.
“Go back to your guest room.”
“Oh.”
Her little brother left.
“Feng Jingche.”
“What!”
Yu Xiyue walked to his side, staring intently at his pink hair. “Very trendy. It looks good.”
Damn it!
He had inadvertently made Yu Xiyue like him even more.
He knew he was handsome, but she didn’t have to praise him!
Her praise made him feel like she was only after his looks.
“Can I touch it?”
She really was after his looks!
The light reflected in Yu Xiyue’s beautiful eyes. She smiled, her eyes curving with a hint of excitement, her hands itching to move.
A little cute.
Feng Jingche’s neck stiffened. “No! We have an agreement not to have physical contact.”
“Oh, but this morning you touched my chest and even kneaded it a few times. And last night you held me while you slept.” Yu Xiyue held out her hand to him. “Pay the fine.”
“Fine? What’s that?”
He had no idea.
“I drafted a supplementary agreement at home today.” Yu Xiyue’s gaze lingered reluctantly on his pink hair. “I’ll go get it for you in the room.”
Inside the room, Feng Jingche sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed, holding two thin sheets of A4 paper. The content on both was identical.
Holding hands, hugging, kissing…
A fine of ten thousand yuan.
It was written so clearly. Was this really a fine, or a fee to get things done?
This wasn’t right, was it?
Wasn’t this illegal?
“Yu Xiyue, you studied law!”
She was being so blatant.
“So what? If you don’t agree, you don’t have to sign. You woke up holding me this morning. Just let me touch your hair, and I’ll let it go.”
She was going to hold it against him?
How dare she?
He had already gone so far as to marry her.
Pink hair!
Pink hair.
Cute pink hair~
Here I come.
Feng Jingche’s lifeless gaze was a stark contrast to Yu Xiyue’s ecstatic one.
Wow~
She was ruffling it.
Feng Jingche’s hair quality was quite good. This pink hair must have been dyed a while ago.
First bleached, then colored.
No wonder he came home so late at night.
At first, Yu Xiyue was standing in front of Feng Jingche, her hands ruffling his hair. He uncrossed his legs and spread them apart, and Yu Xiyue stood between them, her body leaning closer to his.
The soft, fragrant scent washed over him just like last night. Feng Jingche didn’t dare let his eyes wander, but the moment he opened them, he was met with the sight of Yu Xiyue’s fair chest and its alluring spring scenery.
He was a normal man~
“Is that enough?”
Feng Jingche grabbed her wrist. “Yu Xiyue, don’t push your luck.”
The atmosphere in the air inexplicably turned ambiguous. Feng Jingche’s breathing grew heavy, his deep eyes fixed on her without blinking.
Yu Xiyue looked innocent. “I don’t even know what time you got into my bed last night, or how long you held me in your sleep…”
The pad of Feng Jingche’s thumb caressed her wrist. Such delicate bones, and she was pregnant. How did she dare to challenge him?
If he twisted just a little, Yu Xiyue would be on her knees, crying and begging for mercy.
He wouldn’t do that.
He was a gentleman, after all.
“You’ve messed up my hairstyle. We’re even.” Feng Jingche flung her hand away. “No more ruffling.”
“Is it for your new movie role? It’s so cool. When are you going to the set?” Yu Xiyue was quite keen to visit a film set and see how movies were made.
The movies Feng Jingche acted in were all of exceptionally high quality.
He invested in them himself and had absolute say on set. He was the boss, and no one could bully him.
As long as Feng Jingche had good taste, the movie couldn’t be bad.
Feng Jingche was wary. “What are you planning?”
Yu Xiyue caressed her pregnant belly. “The baby and I will visit you on set~”
“Don’t even think about it! Yu Xiyue, our marriage is a secret. We can’t let anyone know you’re my wife!” Feng Jingche ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Right now, everyone in Jing City is guessing who you married. I don’t want the news of our marriage to get out. It would tarnish my reputation.”
Yu Xiyue smiled sweetly. “Feng Jingche, should I call you foolish or naive? There’s a way for the news to get out without tarnishing your reputation.”
“What?”