There was no possibility between them.
Not even a thought.
Gu Feiran needed to completely sever such thoughts, stay away from her, and avoid entanglement.
Once entangled, it would inevitably turn into a messy drama.
As a Villainous female supporting character, how could she possibly contend with the male lead’s protagonist aura?
Gu Feiran hadn’t expected Yu Xiyue to be so blunt. Though they had never dated, they were Childhood sweethearts with a deep bond, and it was tacitly understood that they would enter an arranged marriage when they grew up.
Now, Yu Xiyue had betrayed their unspoken agreement.
“Of course, I have no interest in someone else’s wife,” Gu Feiran said with a dark expression, then picked up his clothes and left.
Once the male and female leads were gone, the air instantly felt fresher.
Embracing the “since we’re already here” mindset, Yu Xiyue happily chatted and dined with her old friends.
Gu Feiran never returned after leaving.
Good.
Her friends were considerate too—they didn’t smoke or drink, mindful of her current condition as a pregnant woman.
Taking advantage of her pregnancy, Yu Xiyue left early.
Zhou Sui escorted her downstairs. Under the dim, hazy corridor lights, he gazed at Yu Xiyue’s profile and asked, “Is your partner coming to pick you up?”
Not a chance.
She only had a one-night stand.
Feng Jingche was truly impressive.
One hit, and it stuck.
Yu Xiyue replied softly, “My family driver is waiting for me downstairs.”
Zhou Sui frowned slightly. “You’re pregnant now. Is someone who prioritizes work over you really worth entrusting your life to?”
Bro, please stop liking me!
In the original story, you ended up suffering terribly.
“He is. We have a great relationship and love each other deeply. This baby is the fruit of our love,” Yu Xiyue said, her lies flowing more smoothly since returning to the country.
She could spin them effortlessly.
If she could save one person, she would.
You Love Brains!
Zhou Sui pretended to casually glance at Yu Xiyue’s abdomen. After leaving the private room, she had put on a black jacket that conveniently concealed her baby bump. “I’m so envious of him. You two must be incredibly happy.”
NoNoNo.
The baby’s father knows nothing about it.
“Bro! What’s wrong, bro? You threw up after just a few drinks? When did your legendary alcohol tolerance drop so low? Are you sick?”
“Piss off! I’m perfectly fine!”
A voice drifted from the adjacent private room, the door slightly ajar.
If Yu Xiyue had glanced inside, she would have seen a familiar face.
But she didn’t.
She and Zhou Sui quickly disappeared down the corridor.
Inside the private room, Feng Jingche was crouched in front of the toilet, vomiting violently.
Lately, he had been experiencing constant nausea and vomiting.
Medical check-ups showed nothing abnormal.
OMG!
He had contracted a strange illness!
“Bro, let me take you home to rest!”
Lu Zihang turned to grab Feng Jingche’s suit from the sofa. “No, we’re going to the hospital. Constant vomiting might mean a stomach issue—you can’t afford to get sick! You’re the golden child of our family.”
Feng Jingche, pale-faced, shot him a sharp glare. “Shut up.”
Lu Zihang quietly followed his brother out, his right hand rummaging through Feng Jingche’s suit.
Between his slender fingers, he pinched a small transparent bag. “Bro, why do you have Pink hair in your pocket? Whose is this? My future sister-in-law’s?”
The moment Feng Jingche thought of that Pink hair, anger surged. Though it was his first time that night, and though things started off awkwardly—his performance hadn’t been great— later, she had clearly been satisfied, and they had been quite harmonious.
Why had she disappeared the moment he woke up?
He had searched the entire room, only finding a few strands of hair scattered on the bed.
“That wicked woman who slept with me and ran off again!” Feng Jingche was furious.
His stomach had been uncomfortable before, and now his head was starting to ache too.
He couldn’t understand it!
It was both their first times—neither had any right to complain about the other!
Yet she had just walked away without a word!
Was his technique really that bad?
He vaguely remembered her crying out in pain multiple times.
Ahhhh!
“Bro, you’re so creepy. You collected her hair? Did you run a DNA test?” Lu Zihang was both excited and shocked, a hint of admiration even flashing in his eyes.
Truly worthy of being the Young Master of the Feng family.
With power and influence, one could do whatever they wanted.
“Test nothing! This is a damn wig, a wig—” Feng Jingche snatched it back, gripping it tightly in his hand.
If she was going to hide, she should have done a better job.
But he had caught her.
Lu Zihang could faintly sense the hostility radiating from his brother. Who would have thought this man, known for his aloof, ethereal image in front of fans, could be like this?
When it came to putting on a front, his brother was the best.
One week later.
Feng Family Old Residence.
Old Master Feng was worried and frowning, and Feng Jingche was even worse, his handsome brows furrowed into a deep “川” character.
He even began to suspect he’d been possessed.
He hadn’t eaten anything strange, yet he kept vomiting.
It was highly abnormal.
The Old Master suspected their family had encountered some evil influence.
Today, they had invited a charlatan—no, a master—to perform an exorcism.
Feng Jingche sat in a single-seater sofa, legs crossed and eyes closed, feigning sleep.
He had felt nauseous in the middle of the night, leaving him unable to sleep properly for the rest of it.
Besides, he was a staunch atheist and didn’t believe in metaphysics.
Listening to the mystical chanting, Feng Jingche actually found it to be quite a soothing background noise for sleep.
Because of this illness, he still hadn’t dared to join the film set.
What a nightmare.
Just as Feng Jingche was about to fall asleep, he felt the master circling around him several times, muttering incantations under his breath.
“I’ve got it!!!”
Old Master Feng stood up excitedly, “How? How? Can my grandson still be saved?”
Feng Jingche sighed helplessly, “Grandpa, I’m just a little unwell, it’s not a terminal illness!”
“Yes! There is a solution!”
Feng Jingche glanced over indifferently, skepticism in his eyes. This master, with his mystical air and unkempt appearance, held a cloth banner that read: “All-powerful and ever-responsive.”
This fortune-teller really had some nerve.
“How can it be resolved? Master, please speak freely.” The Old Master was already completely frantic.
Since his grandson had fallen ill, he had tried every possible method.
Nothing had worked.
The master calculated on his fingers, “I have divined that the young master and Miss Yu’s birth dates are a match made in heaven. They should marry to ward off bad luck, and his condition will naturally improve after the wedding.”
The Old Master was puzzled, “How do you know Miss Yu’s birth date?”
“The Yu family has recently been seeking a future husband for their daughter.” The master smiled mysteriously. “Old Master, trust me. I guarantee the young master’s ailments will vanish immediately after the wedding! It will be a sure cure.”
“She’s back? She’s been abroad for five years. What a coincidence, this is just perfect.” Old Master Feng kicked Feng Jingche’s leg. “Stop sleeping! Go to the Yu family and propose marriage right now.”
Feng Jingche: ???
Grandpa, you actually believe this?
Look at him—does he seem like a real fortune-telling master?
But Old Master Feng didn’t care. As long as someone dared to suggest a solution, he was willing to try it.
“Get up, now!”
“I’m not going!”
Feng Jingche slumped on the sofa in protest.
He knew about Miss Yu—she was childhood sweethearts with Gu Feiran.
Back in high school, he and Gu Feiran had been in the same class.
Yu Xiyue would occasionally wait at the classroom door to walk home with Gu Feiran.
She’d bring water to Gu Feiran on the basketball court.
She’d cheer for Gu Feiran during sports meets.
Was he some kind of villain?
Better to demolish ten temples than break up a marriage!
He wouldn’t marry her!
The next day.
Feng Jingche was dragged by Old Master Feng through the gates of the Yu residence.