Gu Corporation Building.
Gu Feiran had been refreshing Yu Xiyue’s social media feed since morning.
When he saw nothing by noon, he had just begun to relax when a new post appeared.
Yu Xiyue had photographed the inner page of her marriage certificate, deliberately covering the man’s face with her finger. The caption read: “Wishing to win one heart, white-haired we’ll never part.”
His expression instantly darkened, and he stormed out of his office with gloomy eyes.
An Wanwan had also been waiting all day for her termination notice.
Yet when she visited his office twice today, Gu Feiran hadn’t even glanced at her properly.
He seemed to have completely forgotten about mistaking her for Yu Xiyue last night and even kissing her.
Watching him leave in a rage from outside, she thought—regardless of what happened, as long as she wasn’t fired, she’d keep working here.
Such high-paying jobs weren’t easy to come by.
The job market was terrible these days!
“Mommy~”
“My dear mommy, even though I’m married to Feng Jingche now, can’t I still live at home?”
The idea of moving into Feng Jingche’s house made her uncomfortable.
It just wouldn’t be as cozy as her own home.
Yu Xiyue clung to Song Gaoya’s arm, whining like a little kitten.
“I’m a Mama’s Girl—I can’t bear to be away from you.”
Song Gaoya couldn’t bear to part with her precious daughter either. If her son-in-law didn’t mind, she’d be happy to let Yu Xiyue stay.
“Should I call and ask?”
Yu Xiyue nodded eagerly.
Yes, call!
The call was made, and the Feng family replied that they would send someone to pick up Yu Xiyue.
Yu Xiyue: ???
She never should have suggested that call.
This time, Old Master Feng himself was dispatching the escort.
The house buzzed with activity again as they packed Yu Xiyue’s luggage.
Uncle Lin wept while folding her clothes, “Young Miss, you just returned home… I’ll miss you so much…”
Yu Xiyue felt like crying too—she’d miss her parents dearly.
And even her annoying little brother.
Since pregnant women should maintain a cheerful mood, Yu Xiyue decided to avoid the sad scene and retreated to the garden to listen to music, providing Prenatal Education for her baby.
The original story hadn’t included this baby, nor her marriage to Feng Jingche. With the plot diverging so dramatically, surely the original ending would change too, right?
Baby, your mommy and daddy may not love each other, and your arrival was unexpected.
But Mommy will love you with all her heart.
You must be born healthy and safe, and grow up happy and joyful.
“Sis!”
“Sis—”
Yu Xiyue jumped in fright, her eyelashes fluttering as she turned to see a six-foot-tall figure charging toward her.
“Sis—”
Yu Qingsong threw himself at her, engulfing her in a bear hug.
Her heart still pounding, Yu Xiyue pushed him away urgently, “Get off! I’m pregnant! You’re squishing my stomach!”
Yu Qingsong recoiled in alarm, staring helplessly at her baby bump.
Though he’d known about the pregnancy, seeing it in person was entirely different!
“How dare that bastard Feng Jingche marry you! He’s not worthy of my gorgeous, peerlessly beautiful sister!”
“Look at this hideous photo of him—I refuse to accept your marriage!”
Yu Qingsong pointed at his phone screen showing a scruffy-bearded Feng Jingche with a torn shirt, bloodstained wounds, and a hammer in his hand.
“Sis, look! Wouldn’t you have nightmares sleeping next to him?”
Yu Xiyue burst out laughing.
“Isn’t this just a movie still?”
“It’s a still from the show! He has to look like this to photograph so poorly!” Yu Qingsong leaned down. “Sis, if that man of yours is dead, he’s dead. It doesn’t matter—I can support you!”
Watching Yu Qingsong run over on both legs, standing perfectly fine, Yu Xiyue felt her nose sting and her eyes redden.
In the original story, Yu Qingsong ended up having his legs crushed by a car, confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Her little brother, who had once towered over her, would forever be beneath her.
The thought alone made Yu Xiyue’s heart ache.
Seeing him now made it even more painful.
She was determined to go to the Feng family.
Though Feng Jingche had very few appearances in the original story, the Feng family had deep roots—a century-old lineage, far wealthier and more influential than Gu Feiran.
So what if Feng Jingche’s personality was lacking? His power and money made up for his shortcomings.
“Does your sister need you to support her? I have my reasons for marrying him.” Yu Xiyue pulled him down to sit beside her.
Yu Qingsong’s face was full of displeasure.
But he obediently listened and sat next to his sister.
Would it be too cruel to tell Yu Qingsong that he was merely a character in a book?
“Your sister had a dream—a dream where I, Gu Feiran, his secretary, and my Substitute were all entangled together. In the end, our family was ruined. That dream felt so real I didn’t dare take the risk.”
“Sis, I don’t understand. If you don’t want to be involved with Gu Feiran, there are plenty of ways. Why go through all this?”
“To solve the problem once and for all, to cut off future troubles. You don’t understand what he’s like.” Yu Xiyue reached out and touched his forehead. “No frowning at such a young age.”
He wasn’t as handsome when he frowned!
A bright, handsome 21-year-old young man.
“Sis…”
“Sis, I understand better than you—I’m a man too! Gu Feiran keeps a Substitute—he’s two-timing. We just need to drop him!”
“Exactly, so I didn’t choose him. I chose Feng Jingche.” Yu Xiyue smiled. “I just like how handsome he is.”
Yu Qingsong still had other photos of Feng Jingche on his phone.
He pulled it out and scrolled through them.
Hmm…
Alright.
This brother-in-law was indeed quite handsome.
“Just slightly less handsome than me.” Yu Qingsong said narcissistically. “But sis… do you like him?”
“I do.”
She’d pretend, at least.
To stay away from the plot in the future.
Whether she actually liked him wasn’t important.
“So you really fell for me at first sight~”
In the sunlight, Feng Jingche appeared just as he had yesterday—dressed in a perfectly tailored high-end black suit, striding over on his long, superior legs, his posture upright, a playful smile curling at his lips, ripples shimmering in his dark, captivating eyes.
That night, Yu Xiyue had been bewitched, drawn in by Feng Jingche’s alluring peach-blossom eyes.
They were as beautiful as black gemstones.
In the dimly lit, masked banquet, they seemed especially enchanting, profoundly deep, making her eager to explore, to seek, to kiss them.
She had indeed kissed Feng Jingche’s eyelids that night.
Yu Qingsong abruptly stood up, shielding Yu Xiyue like a mother hen. “What are you doing here?”
Feng Jingche stepped past Yu Qingsong and stood before Yu Xiyue, explaining helplessly, “Grandpa sent me.”
Really.
To handle Feng Jingche, all you needed was Old Master Feng.
Yu Xiyue gave a fake smile. “Grandpa is too kind, sending you personally to pick me up.”
He was probably afraid she wouldn’t come to ward off bad luck by arranging a marriage for Feng Jingche!
“Are you packed?”
“I’m not sure. The servants are still packing, I think.”
When Feng Jingche entered, he spotted the large truck parked at the entrance. “My house has everything, no need to unpack.”
Yu Xiyue asked calmly, “Are you sure you have girls’ clothes, pants, bags, jewelry? Do you also have skincare products and toiletries, Feng Jingche? Have you brought many girls home before?”
Feng Jingche sat down in a chair and put on his sunglasses. “Let them continue unpacking.”
Yu Qingsong glared fiercely at Feng Jingche, unable to stand his leisurely attitude. “Sis, listen to him. What use is a husband like that? If it were me, I’d say I’ll buy them for you, baby…”
Yu Xiyue: !!!
Little brother, have you been secretly dating someone?