Wen Jiu shook her head blankly and silently took two steps back.
The beauty was about as short as Feng Chi, but much taller than Wen Jiu.
Dressed in a black motorcycle outfit, with high-waisted tight leather pants that accentuated his slim waist and long legs, coupled with his long, straight silver hair, Wen Xiaojiu felt that standing in front of him was like a crazy, cold-blooded assassin and his little henchman.
"Who are you..."
" Feng Yuan." The beauty took Wen Jiu's hand, gracefully curtsied, and placed one hand on her chest in a standard knightly salute.
"I apologize for my rudeness earlier, Your Highness."
Wen Jiu's face flushed bright red, and his hand, which was being held by the beauty, recoiled instantly as if burned.
"I... I'm not..." Wen Jiu waved her hands frantically, stammering, "I'm just a... a working person, oh no, someone in the entertainment industry, I..."
Feng Yuan tilted his head, his eyes shimmering.
You're so cute.
Wen Jiu stammered, "A real man doesn't say 'cute'..."
Ugh, how stupid.
Wen Jiu watched as the beauty laughed uncontrollably, her alluring lips glistening with moisture, like a tempting Bloody Mary, unique and stunning.
Is Feng Yuan... also a member of the Feng Family?
He doesn't think anyone has ever heard of it before.
And just now--
"You... you can hear my thoughts?" Wen Jiu exclaimed in shock, "You don't have mind-reading abilities, do you?"
Feng Yuan raised an eyebrow, her tone light and alluring. "What if I could?"
Are you scared?
Wen Jiu shook his head. How could he be afraid of such a beauty?
"Sorry, no."
Feng Yuan suddenly moved closer, her red lips brushing against Wen Jiu's earlobe, "It's because you're too innocent."
Their expressions and thoughts were written all over their faces.
Although Feng Yuan sat in an inconspicuous corner, he noticed everything that happened in the banquet hall from the moment Wen Jiu appeared in the courtyard.
It's easy to guess.
Feng Yuan had never seen such a clean person.
"Besides, what kind of magic exists in reality?" Feng Yuan was amused by his bizarre thought process. "You've been reading too many novels, haven't you?"
But isn't this just a novel...?
Wen Jiu thought to herself silently.
Before he could even retort, his body instinctively stiffened.
They're too close...
As soon as the beauty approached, her unique and stimulating cool fragrance wafted into Wen Xiaojiu dizzy and even more nervous than when she saw a pretty girl.
"Shall we go up and offer our birthday wishes?"
Feng Yuan pointed to the dessert area not far away and asked with a smile, "How about... we go get something to eat?"
Glug!
Wen Jiu, who had rushed over without eating, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful. After a polite hesitation for a second, she said, "Then, let's eat first..."
To clarify beforehand, he didn't really want to eat them; he just couldn't bear to see these desserts go untouched.
After all, the old man's place was bustling with activity, while the dessert area was deserted.
That doesn't make sense, does it?
Upon hearing this, Feng Yuan chuckled softly again.
Looks like she's still a little glutton.
After Feng Chi finished wishing the old man a happy birthday, he turned around and found that his wife was gone.
People from various families stood around, too many to see at a glance, so Feng Chi could only leave from one side and search for Wen Jiu's figure in the banquet hall.
The two assistants were not fit to stay inside and had already left.
You'll have to find Feng Chi yourself first.
Just as he was about to call Cai Qing to ask her to call someone, his eyes inadvertently glanced over the dessert area and suddenly saw two heads huddled together.
A brownish-brown, medium-length, slightly wavy head with a single, sticking-up hair that only stands up when the hair is completely messy.
Clearly, someone else has already gotten to that furry head today.
Feng Chi's phoenix eyes gradually turned cold, his gaze falling on the silver-haired beauty beside him.
Unlike Wen Xiaojiu, who was facing away from the stage, Feng Yuan had an excellent view from his seat, and could take in the entire banquet hall with just a slight tilt of his head.
Therefore, when Feng Chi took steps to look for him, Feng Yuan discovered him.
Facing the man's icy gaze, she simply rested her chin on one hand, lazily raising her eyes with a shimmering smile.
They showed no intention whatsoever of getting up to give up their seats.
She even reached out and took a small portion of tiramisu, gently placing it in front of Wen Jiu, and said with a smile, "Try this."
"Oh, thank you!" Wen Jiu blossom eyes sparkled. "This looks delicious!"
Wen Jiu stuck the fork in, took a small bite, and smacked her lips, feeling utterly blissful.
"It's so sweet!"
"I'm glad you like it, but I'm letting you try it not just because it tastes good~"
Wen Jiu swallowed, looking at him with adorable eyes, "Hmm?"
In front of the man, Feng Yuan raised his hand again and ruffled Wen Jiu's fluffy head. The soft touch made his beautiful eyes narrow slightly, and he felt extremely comfortable.
"Did you know?" Feng Yuan chuckled, "The code for tiramisu is: 'Take me away now,' which means 'pick me up.'"
Feng Chi's eyes were as dark as ink. He unconsciously turned the ring on his ring finger, which was engraved with Wen Jiu's name, and then walked towards this side.
Dark thoughts began to fester in my mind.
Wen Jiu suddenly had a bad feeling. "What... what do you want to say?"
Feng Yuan glanced at Feng Chi; the man's eyes were murderous, colder than the gun at his waist.
Feng Yuan curled her lips with interest, her beautiful eyes turning bloodshot, filled with endless madness.
With a hint of provocation, he gripped Wen Jiu's wrist with one hand, making a move to bite into the tiramisu from the other side.
Feng Chi's gaze was icy, and a dangerous smile curved his thin lips.
court death.
"Clatter!"
Just as the morbid emotions stemming from the secret rivalry between the two yanderes were reaching their peak, Wen Jiu loosened her grip on the fork, and the tiramisu fell onto the plate.
Feng Yuan looked down at the dessert that had fallen onto the plate and had been bitten into.
Reason returned instantly.
"Why are you suddenly getting so close?" Wen Jiu swallowed hard; his heart couldn't take it when a beauty got too close.
"I'm sorry." Feng Yuan go. Wen Jiu's skin was pale, and there was a red mark on her wrist. A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Yuan's eyes.
Why are you so delicate?
Does it hurt?
"Um?"
After a long pause, Wen Jiu finally reacted. He waved his hand, picked up the tiramisu again, and took a bite.
"I'm a grown man, tough and thick-skinned, nothing's wrong with me!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
Wen Jiu:?
Before Wen Jiu could react, the newcomer, radiating coldness, forcefully approached her.
She took a big bite and finished off the rest of the tiramisu in Wen Xiaojiu's hand.
Wen Jiu was shocked and bristled!
Damn it!
"Which brat dared to steal his grandfather's dessert?!"
After swallowing, Feng Chi forcefully grabbed Wen Jiu's chin, forcing him to turn his head. "I..."
Wen Jiu:...
Wen Jiu's bristling fur instantly recoiled.
If it had cat ears, they would probably be drooping down in fear by now.
The man arrived in a hurry, and the ferocity in his eyes had not yet dissipated, but under the close-up onslaught of his handsome face, Wen Jiu's attention was entirely focused on his thick, delicate eyebrows and eyes, as if painted with ink.
Those beautiful eyes are now filled with paranoia and rage.
It forcefully dominated Wen Xiaojiu's entire mind.
Wen Jiu's mind was blank. He subconsciously looked at Feng Yuan beside him, but the force in his hand forced him to lower his head and meet the man's angry eyes.
Wen Jiu:... The game is over.
Seeing the man's eyes growing increasingly red, Wen Xiaojiu finally realized what was happening and hurriedly raised her hand. "I can explain!"
Feng Chi looked at him quietly.
"I..." What was I trying to explain?
Wen Xiaojiu's mind went blank. He only knew that the man was very angry and the consequences would be severe, but as for why he was suddenly so fierce—
How the hell did he know???
He just wanted a sweet treat to fill his stomach, and after only eating a small piece of cake and chocolate pudding, this crazy bastard snatched the tiramisu from his hand!
If he could, Wen Jiu would also like to act angry like a man, but his eyes were wet with tears, making it impossible for him to be fierce. "I... I only ate a few bites."
"N-nothing..."
Why are you being so fierce?
Feng Chi took a deep breath, not daring to frighten his wife. He glanced coldly at Feng Yuan beside him, his deep gaze returning to Wen Jiu's reddened wrist. "Can't you tell, Wen Xiaojiu?"
I'm jealous.
Wen Xiaojiu followed his gaze and looked down.
At that moment, Feng Chi's words were like a green light piercing through boundless darkness, an oasis encountered by a traveler in the desert, a green hat received by a bald man who had been ridiculed for so long... In short, they were so bizarre and strange that they opened the door to a new world for the thick-skinned, straight man Wen Xiaojiu.
Wen Jiu suddenly realized.