Damn!
The Old Master was clutching his chest to threaten him.
If he didn’t go, the Old Master would have a heart attack.
Yu Luping and Song Gaoya had been waiting since morning.
They hadn’t told Yu Xiyue about this yet, as she was quite resistant to finding a new partner.
They decided to act first and report later, thinking to let the two young people meet first.
Under the gentle autumn sunlight, Feng Jingche stood before them holding gifts—tall and graceful in his crisp suit, with handsome features, exceptional poise, and an innate elegance and refinement that exuded from his very bones.
Even without considering the Feng family’s century-old heritage, just looking at Feng Jingche’s face, his figure, and his temperament, she’d be willing to have him as a live-in son-in-law.
The mother-in-law looked at the prospective son-in-law and grew more satisfied the longer she looked.
If she could make this marriage happen, she’d wake up laughing from her dreams.
A servant led Feng Jingche to the garden to find Yu Xiyue, while Old Master Feng went to the main hall with the couple.
Once in the garden, the servant left.
The autumn day in Jing City was unusually sunny, with warm sunlight falling on her body.
Yu Xiyue lay lazily on the lounge chair, with fruits and snacks within reach, comfortable and content.
But that wasn’t the main point; the key was her gently stroking her prominent pregnant belly.
Feng Jingche instantly lost his composure!
“Making me marry a pregnant woman—are they insane? I’d rather die than be a father to someone else’s son!”
He was furious.
Yu Xiyue slowly turned her head and saw a face so handsome it could outrage gods and mortals alike, now gritting its teeth.
Feng Jingche!!
OMG!
What was he doing here?
What did he just say about marrying a pregnant woman?
Who?
It couldn’t be her, could it?
How come she didn’t know about it?
Yu Xiyue leisurely sat up straight and gently advised, “Calm down first; there must be some misunderstanding.”
Help!
Who could tell her what was going on?
Why was Feng Jingche at her house, saying such bizarre things?
What scheme were her parents cooking up behind her back again!
“How can I calm down? Tell me, how can I calm down? They want us to get married, want me to be the fallback option. Why me? Why should I be the fallback option? Even though you’re very beautiful, I could never marry you! Let that… that childhood sweetheart of yours, what’s his name… Gu Feiran, let him marry you!”
Feng Jingche had never spoken so much at once; this time, he was truly enraged to the point of nearly fainting.
Could autumn really be this hot~
His body slumped as he fell into the chair beside Yu Xiyue.
Seemingly drained of all strength and strategies.
Feng Jingche closed his eyes in despair, his chest heaving heavily as he gasped for breath.
Stop panting, bro.
That mesmerizing voice easily reminded her of that passionate night several months ago.
Judging by Feng Jingche’s reaction, he probably didn’t know it was her that night, nor that the child in her belly was his.
Mom and Dad, you’re truly something else.
You actually managed to find the biological father of the child for a blind date.
With such sharp instincts, you’d succeed in any business venture.
Yu Xiyue ate a pomegranate, “They might want it, but that doesn’t mean we have to agree. Young people control their own destinies. I suggest you, Young Master Feng, strongly refuse.”
“My grandfather’s health isn’t good; I can’t be unfilial.”
“Then run away from home.”
“Why don’t you run away from home?”
“You’d make a pregnant woman run away from home, to suffer and endure hardships outside? Can your conscience handle that?”
Their indignant gazes met mid-air, burning so intensely it seemed sparks were flying.
Bullying a woman—what kind of man was Feng Jingche?
That night he couldn’t even find the right spot, yet had the nerve to ask her if he was hurting enough to cry.
Probably faking it.
After discovering the father of her unborn child was an actor, she had watched all three of Feng Jingche’s movies and one TV series.
His acting skills were quite impressive.
Besides, there was no way to tell if a man was a virgin—no proof whatsoever.
“I knew these two were a perfect match! Look at that intense eye contact, I’m totally shipping them!” Song Gaoya exclaimed excitedly while taking photos with her phone.
Their gazes simultaneously shifted toward her.
All three elders had arrived in the garden.
Each face beamed with radiant smiles.
What was there to smile about?
This marriage couldn’t happen!
“Grandfather, how can you still smile?” Feng Jingche stood up and approached him. “I told you that fortune-teller was unreliable, but you wouldn’t listen. Miss Yu is already pregnant. If you insist on this marriage, how am I supposed to explain to friends and relatives when our child is born less than six months after the wedding?”
Feng Jingche had never encountered anything so absurd and outrageous in his life.
He would never wear that green hat!
Wanting him to play daddy to another man’s child? Not a chance.
Absolutely impossible.
He’d rather vomit to death!
“It’s fine if the first child isn’t yours—the second one will be! A man should be broad-minded and generous. Once you’re married, Yueyue’s child will be your child. Treat it as your own flesh and blood.” Old Master Feng patted Feng Jingche’s arm. “Your marriage has already been decided.”
“Grandfather!”
“Mom! Dad!”
Feng Jingche and Yu Xiyue shouted simultaneously.
They quickly exchanged a glance, a silent understanding born between them.
Feng Jingche led Old Master Feng away from the garden.
“How could you make such an important decision without consulting me?” Yu Xiyue stroked her pregnant belly. “And with the Feng family’s eldest son at that? Did you cast a spell on Old Master Feng? How could he possibly agree to let his grandson marry a pregnant woman?”
This world had truly gone mad.
Completely insane.
Oh.
Right—this was an early cliché domineering president novel.
Madness was to be expected.
“Darling, Old Master Feng said his grandson suffers from a strange illness causing unexplained vomiting. A master fortune-teller determined your eight characters are perfectly matched, made for each other. They want you to ward off his bad luck by marrying him—that’s their idea.” Yu Luping explained to his precious daughter.
“So you just sold me off?” Yu Xiyue lowered her eyes. “Baby, how pitiful we mother and child are…”
“Darling, darling, you’re not losing out here! Old Master Feng offered an enormous bride price, all as your pre-marital property. Plus, Feng Jingche is handsome, wealthy, good-looking, and well-connected. He’s always away filming and rarely comes home. Old Master Feng is elderly and won’t live with you, and his parents are overseas year-round. The Feng household will be your domain alone! You’ll be the young madam of the Feng family—when you speak, no one will dare contradict you!”
As soon as Song Gaoya finished speaking, Yu Luping beside her tugged her hand. “Wife, do you really think having a husband who’s never home is something to celebrate?”
Mother and daughter nodded in unison.
Exactly!
A rich, handsome husband who’s never home—that’s the dream life.
But Yu Xiyue was considering something else: if she married Feng Jingche, she would deviate even further from the original plot.
She might actually escape the original storyline.
That mysterious vomiting of Feng Jingche’s… could it be him experiencing morning sickness on her behalf?
The family of three returned to the living room, where Yu Xiyue immediately spotted the gloomy man sitting on the sofa.
Just half an hour ago, he had been as irritable as a reckless teenager, but now he appeared utterly dejected, his dark eyes reflecting a sense of hopelessness.
The look he gave Yu Xiyue was so sharp it seemed capable of slicing her apart.
Yet Yu Xiyue smiled cheerfully and said, “I’ve agreed to the arranged marriage.”
Feng Jingche deflated.
Her previous attitude had clearly been one of refusal—how could she have changed her mind in such a short time?
Feng Jingche couldn’t maintain his composure in the slightest. “Miss Yu, if I may ask, have you fallen in love with me at first sight?”