Feng Jingche leaned back lazily, assuming an attentive posture.
No more touching the pink hair.
Yu Xiyue felt somewhat disappointed. Their current position was excessively intimate.
It strongly resembled that night when they first entered the room without turning on the lights, stumbling all the way to the sofa where Yu Xiyue sat on his lap kissing him so passionately their masks fell off.
She quietly withdrew, “Just say I’m carrying your baby. In today’s society, getting pregnant before marriage is quite normal.”
Feng Jingche’s defenses crumbled again.
“You women are truly ruthless! First I become an unwitting father, then a stepfather isn’t enough – now you want me to be the biological father and inherit my assets too? Hah, keep dreaming! I’ll live to ninety-nine!” Feng Jingche angrily tore up the two supplementary agreements and went to take a shower.
Even with such obvious hints, Feng Jingche completely failed to make the connection.
He hadn’t drunk much that night either!
If he’d been heavily intoxicated, he wouldn’t have been able to perform.
So alcohol-induced memory loss was ruled out.
He’d said it was his first time that night. Could it be that after his initial experience, Feng Jingche had been with other women?
The first time wasn’t particularly memorable, and there were too many women afterward?
She was the first, so she should be safe.
At least she wouldn’t contract any diseases.
Remembering last night’s awkward experience, Feng Jingche quietly left the master bedroom this time and went to a guest room.
Jinghu Manor had plenty of rooms. As long as Grandfather wasn’t at the door, no one would know whether he slept in the master bedroom.
Yu Xiyue was pregnant – what could possibly happen even if they shared a room?
Was he depraved enough to develop feelings for a pregnant woman?
He wasn’t that kind of beast.
This was his first time sleeping in a guest room in his own home.
Feng Jingche drifted into a hazy sleep.
He felt the guest room door open.
A slender figure entered backlit by the corridor light, her features indistinguishable but her gait and posture strikingly similar to that bad woman who slept with him and then ran away.
She climbed onto the bed, sitting astride his abdomen, her black hair tips brushing against him.
“Che Che~”
Feng Jingche gripped her waist with both hands. “Is it you? Why did you run away that morning? You didn’t even leave me your name! Or contact information! Was my performance that bad that night? What kind of man do you take me for?”
Her soft, warm fingers wandered across his chest. “It was just a one-night stand, no need to take it so seriously!”
“Besides, you’re married now. Shouldn’t you be worried your wife might get jealous if you keep thinking about me?”
Feng Jingche urgently explained, “Ours is a contractual marriage. We’ll divorce in two years – wait for me.”
“You scumbag! She’s pregnant and you’re still fooling around!”
“That’s not my child…”
Suddenly, the room lights turned on.
The woman sitting on him now had Yu Xiyue’s face.
Ah—
Feng Jingche jolted awake in terror.
The room was pitch black.
Too many things had happened recently.
It was almost giving him a nervous breakdown.
For the remainder of the night, Feng Jingche slept fitfully, only drifting into deep sleep again as dawn approached.
Daybreak arrived.
The quiet manor began showing signs of life.
Feng Jingche leisurely descended the stairs, the household staff staring dumbfounded at his pink hair.
“Young… young master?”
“Young master, your hair?”
“Young master looks so handsome!!!”
“Is young master going back to filming? What about the young mistress?”
He paid no mind to Yu Xiyue.
As Feng Jingche entered the dining room, he saw Yu Qingsong placing a peeled egg into Yu Xiyue’s bowl.
“Good morning, husband.”
“Brother-in-law.”
The sun must be rising from the west today. Yu Qingsong, who had been urging them to divorce just last night, was actually initiating a greeting.
Only Old Master Feng gave Feng Jingche a cold, indifferent glance, his anger rising at the sight of that pink hair.
As soon as Feng Jingche sat down, the Old Master left the dining room.
At the doorway, he issued an ultimatum, “Today, you will dye that pink hair back to its original color!”
No way!
How fun is that~
Yu Xiyue actually quite enjoyed looking at it.
If he had to dye it back today, could she at least take a photo to commemorate it?
Yu Xiyue took out her phone and started snapping pictures of Feng Jingche.
Feng Jingche’s dark, intense eyes met hers through the screen.
“Do you like me so much that you have to secretly take photos of me?”
It must be the baby in her womb causing this.
She had already been invaded by Feng Jingche’s genes.
Last night’s sleep was even worse than the night before.
Could it be because Feng Jingche was nearby?
“No, just commemorating the pink-haired Feng Jingche.” Yu Xiyue put down her phone and began eating her egg in small bites.
He wouldn’t dye his hair back to black.
He wouldn’t tell Yu Xiyue.
Why should she know?
That dream last night was so strange—the face suddenly turned into Yu Xiyue’s.
The feeling was completely different.
The woman that night wore a black dress, bold red lips, heavy eye makeup, pink hair, and a sweet-yet-edgy style—even her mask had black wings.
But he had never seen Yu Xiyue wear black. Her clothing style was always soft, gentle, and in light colors.
Except for that bright red from that night.
“Do you like it that much?” Feng Jingche asked arrogantly. “Peel an egg for me, and I’ll let you touch it again?”
Yu Qingsong picked up an egg. “I’ll peel it for my sister.”
Since his sister returned home, she didn’t need to lift a finger.
Clothes were handed to her, meals were served to her.
Their parents had said that their sister was born to enjoy life.
“I don’t want yours. I want her to peel it.” Feng Jingche raised an eyebrow. She had enjoyed rubbing it so much last night.
Now that the opportunity was right in front of her, she shouldn’t miss it.
“Young Master, just enjoy your breakfast. I won’t disturb you.” Yu Xiyue had no intention of indulging him.
If he disliked it, he wouldn’t have let her touch him at all.
Making such a request meant he wanted to be touched.
Let him have his way?
Dream on!
Yu Xiyue elegantly wiped her mouth. Feng Jingche’s gaze locked onto her. Didn’t she enjoy rubbing it so much last night?
Now that he was offering her the chance, she didn’t want it.
If she didn’t want it, then she shouldn’t expect to touch his hair ever again.
Feng Jingche had come in a hurry and left in a hurry.
Yu Qingsong only had eyes for Yu Xiyue, following his sister like an eager puppy. “Sis, what are you planning to do today?”
Yu Xiyue smiled mysteriously. “I have plans.”
“Can I come?”
“Dad wants you to go to the company, learn from him. He’s planning to retire early, so off to work you go.”
“I want my sister to take me to work.”
Sigh~
There was no dealing with such a sis-con.
During her five years abroad, Yu Qingsong had visited her the most.
Every holiday, he would fly overseas.
Sometimes, he’d spend the entire summer break with her.
After dropping her brother off at the company, Yu Xiyue headed to a beauty salon.
As a pregnant woman, she wasn’t going for any treatments—just getting her nails done and meeting a friend.
“Darling~”
“Darling, darling!”
“Mwah~”
Bian Xue, dressed in a black dress with an Audrey Hepburn-style elegance, hurried in on her high heels. “I so want to kiss you, you adorable glutinous rice ball! But since you’re pregnant now, I’ll spare you. I’m afraid I might have germs.”
Standing behind Bian Xue was a lady dressed in modest, understated attire, yet the bag in her hand and the watch on her wrist were limited-edition luxury items.
Bian Xue pulled the lady closer and said, “Darling, let me introduce you. This is my agent, Shan Lingfei. She is also the secret wife of the famous actor Li Linjiang. Li Linjiang has cheated on her, and she wants to seek your help in filing for divorce.”