“Sis, I understand everything!”
Her younger brother was very sensible, and Yu Xiyue felt reassured.
If only Gu Feiran were this obedient.
The Old Master was taking his afternoon nap, so Yu Xiyue didn’t disturb him and returned directly to her bedroom.
With the curtains drawn, the room was pitch black, perfect for an afternoon rest.
She quickly fell asleep.
In her dream, she returned to the original plot.
At her engagement ceremony with Gu Feiran, that scumbag answered a phone call and abandoned her, running off.
She was utterly humiliated, becoming the laughingstock of the entire capital.
In the dream, she felt cold all over, shivering uncontrollably.
Yu Xiyue woke up in terror.
Turns out her phone was ringing.
She answered the call, “Darling! The news about you and Feng Jingche getting married is spreading all over the internet!”
What?
How could this be?
How could Feng Jingche possibly leak this?
“The official Weibo of the Feng Corporation has already confirmed it—you’re their CEO’s wife now. Sweetie, you’re absolutely amazing!” Bian Xue was ready to start shipping them as a couple.
Feng Jingche was calling too.
Damn.
He wouldn’t think she was the one who spread this, would he?
Yu Xiyue hung up on Bian Xue and answered Feng Jingche’s call.
“Yu Xiyue!”
He started with a furious roar.
So aggressive.
Yu Xiyue pretended not to know what was happening, “What’s wrong?”
“You tell me! You’re something else, having gossip accounts spread our marriage certificate? Do you love me so much that you had to make it official, letting the whole world know I’m your husband?”
Narcissism is a disease too!
Yu Xiyue was already scrolling through Weibo, and sure enough, it had exploded, “It’s not exactly shameful that you’re my husband. Letting the whole world know is actually quite nice.”
“We had a prenuptial agreement—no public disclosure.”
“Feng Jingche, I didn’t disclose this. You can investigate it yourself. Don’t blame me every time something goes wrong.”
She hung up.
Focused on reading Weibo.
[Brother got married? No, this is fake. I must still be asleep.]
[Bro, wake up! You’re only 26, you’ve only made four works—why are you getting married?]
[So even the Young Master has to marry for alliances. In wealthy families, marriage isn’t about personal choice.]
[No way! Why isn’t the wife Jian Jiaren? The first love CP was so popular—I’ve been shipping Good times and beautiful scenery for six years! A wealthy heir and a pure female star—where did this Yu Xiyue come from???]
[Bro, if your family forced you into this, blink twice!]
[Power couple! The Capital Circle’s Young Master and the Capital Circle’s young lady—I’m sold!]
[Sis, you’re so beautiful! Sis, what made you fall for this Pink hair?]
[He already had few works, and now after marriage, there’ll be even fewer. I don’t approve of this marriage!]
For the first time, Yu Xiyue truly felt that besides being the Feng family heir, Feng Jingche was also an actor.
The slightest stir could create waves online.
As Yu Xiyue kept scrolling, Weibo completely crashed.
Weibo crashing—certified top-tier popularity.
A few minutes later, Weibo returned to normal.
Then Yu Xiyue saw her own company’s repost of the Feng Corporation’s Weibo: A heaven-made match, blessed with happiness and fulfillment.
Not heaven-made—fortune-teller-made.
The group chat Yu Xiyue was in was also buzzing.
[Feng Jingche?? The Feng Jingche I know?]
[Yu Xiyue, you’ve been hiding this so well!]
[I feel like this might not be true. How could a rebellious, arrogant man like Feng Jingche marry a pregnant woman?]
[Why not? What if he’s the father of the child?]
【These two are so mysterious, they even have a child already. Poor Gu Feiran waited for five years, only to have his deep affection misplaced.】
【Oh please, keeping a little Substitute by your side and still having the nerve to talk about deep affection? Don’t tarnish the word “affection.”】
【@Yu Xiyue, when’s the wedding banquet? I’m craving some celebration food!】
It wasn’t just the group chat—many friends had also sent her messages.
Even Zhou Sui asked if it was true.
【Yu Xiyue: It’s true.】
【Zhou Sui: You like celebrities?】
The point isn’t about celebrities, bro!
The point is that Feng Jingche is really the child’s father!
【Yu Xiyue: It’s fate.】
【Zhou Sui: Wishing you happiness.】
【Yu Xiyue: We’ll all be happy!】
Except for Gu Feiran.
Feng Jingche rushed home in a flurry.
It was already night.
He strode into the dining room, the words of accusation stuck in his throat the moment he saw the Old Master.
“Grandpa.”
Feng Jingche sat opposite Yu Xiyue, not speaking, but questioning her with his eyes.
Yu Xiyue smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, calmly and composedly enjoying her dinner.
During this time, Yu Xiyue had already figured it out.
It wasn’t her, and it wasn’t Feng Jingche.
The most likely person to have leaked the news was Old Master Feng.
Only he had the authority to make the company’s official account acknowledge it without Feng Jingche’s consent.
Why couldn’t Feng Jingche figure it out?
Did dyeing his hair wipe out his intelligence too?
“Why are you glaring at Yueyue? I’m the one who made the official announcement. If you’re angry, take it out on this old man.” Old Master Feng’s gaze was sharp. “Go on! Tell me, what objections do you have?”
“Grandpa, I’m a public figure. At the very least, you should’ve discussed it with me, right?”
The Old Master snapped, “Did you discuss dyeing your pink hair with me?”
“Grandpa, that’s a different matter.” Feng Jingche tried to keep his voice even. “My fans are in an uproar.”
“Perfect timing to leave the industry. Did you think I wanted you to act?” Old Master Feng stared at his hair. “Just looking at your hair makes me angry. I think your married status is excellent—no need to worry about certain people climbing into your bed. It also gives Yueyue some security. From now on, you need to balance family and career. Stop running around outside all the time and spend more time with Yueyue.”
He really felt like taking scissors to Feng Jingche’s hair.
Just shave it all off.
He was old. A few more bouts of anger from Feng Jingche, and he’d be six feet under.
It was time to have his parents come back and teach him a lesson.
“Grandpa, it’s fine with me. It’s good for a man to focus on his career,” Yu Xiyue said gently.
“Listen to how considerate and sensible Yueyue is! Now look at you!”
Feng Jingche: ???
Who’s the biological grandson here?
Has Grandpa lost his mind?
Does he think the child in Yu Xiyue’s belly is his own great-grandson?
He caught Yu Xiyue secretly smiling.
Was she that happy to have gotten her way with him?
What kind of bewitching potion did Yu Xiyue feed Grandpa to make him so biased toward her?
Feng Jingche didn’t understand!
He truly didn’t understand.
Feng Jingche didn’t understand, but Yu Xiyue understood all too well.
Because while Feng Jingche was away, she had chatted with the Old Master.
Then, she casually mentioned that she and Feng Jingche had met abroad a few months ago, and the child was conceived after that.
She had originally planned to raise the child alone, but by a twist of fate, the Feng family came to propose marriage.
Feng Jingche still didn’t know that it was her that night.
So, the two of them hit it off and decided not to tell him for now.
Watching him kept in the dark was just too amusing.
Otherwise, given how protective Old Master Feng is of his own, he would never have shown such favoritism toward Yu Xiyue.
However, Yu Xiyue was truly unaware of the official announcement.
The Old Master made the decision directly.
She found out even later than Feng Jingche.
Feng Jingche finished eating and immediately dashed outside.
“If you dare leave tonight, don’t ever call me Grandpa again!”
Feng Jingche: ┓( ‘~ )┏
Such a willful old man!