Lưu Yển Nguyệt sat fiddling with her nails, her legs crossed imperiously on the sofa.
The sound of footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping in front of her. She slowly raised her head to look up.
A hand pushed a stack of papers on the table towards the man.
"This is the contract I drafted. Take a look."
Phùng Dịch raised an eyebrow, looking at her with amusement, the corner of his lips curving slightly. "A contract? Has our Miss Lưu been watching too many movies?"
His questioning voice, laced with a hint of annoyance, rang out as his slender hand indifferently picked up the stack of papers.
His eyes gradually lit up, a flicker he quickly hid, as he spoke in a subdued voice: "You want to pursue me?"
"Yes, I'm already 30, after all. I'm no longer a young woman of twenty-two or twenty-three. This marriage would save me the trouble of finding a suitable partner. As far as I know, you're also single, just like me. Our two families have already brought us together like this, so why not just go with the flow?"
She paused for a moment, then Lưu Yển Nguyệt stood up and walked over to him, a cheerful smile blooming on her lips. "Phùng Dịch, we're not young anymore..."
"Are you calling me old?"
Phùng Dịch burst out laughing, cutting her off, and his hand suddenly rose to pat her head. "If you've already said so, how can I, as your future husband, refuse? But let me tell you, pursuing me won't be that easy."
Hearing this, she was slightly stunned by his gentle gaze.
She quickly regained her composure, dispelling the thought she just had.
How could he have feelings for her? This was clearly only their second meeting.
"Hey."
He called softly, "What are you spacing out about, young lady?"
She startled, pulling back her emotions, and maintained the cheerful smile on her face. "Just pursuing you, that's all. Let me tell you, nothing is too difficult for me."
"Well then, I'll wait for you to pursue me," he said, then turned and walked out.
"Hey, it's so late already, where are you going?"
Lưu Yển Nguyệt ran to block his path, speaking with annoyance. Just talking to someone, then suddenly turning and walking out. A wife in name is still a wife, after all. Couldn't he at least inform her?
His gaze fell on the woman in front of him, and for some reason, he didn't feel annoyed at all. If it were before, being blocked by a woman he'd just met would definitely make him angry, but with her, it was different; he didn't feel even a hint of being bothered. In fact, he even thought he was going crazy, and was enjoying it.
"What now? Do you immediately want me to report my whereabouts?"
Phùng Dịch put his hands in his pockets, feeling that the woman in front of him was incredibly interesting. She puffed out her cheeks and said, "It's late. If something happens to you when you go out, won't I become a widow right after getting married?"
Her words made him both laugh and exasperated. "Are you cursing me?"
"Lưu Yển Nguyệt, even if I really die, you can't marry anyone else."
"What?" Her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she cursed silently in her heart. Is this man crazy? Even if he's not alive, he won't let his wife marry another man.
Just then, a voice extremely close to her ear rang out: "You can only be my wife, for life." After saying that, he even blew lightly into her ear, making Lưu Yển Nguyệt shiver.
She pouted disdainfully. "I didn't know you were so possessive."
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. He lowered his head slightly to look at the girl in his embrace, the corner of his lips unconsciously curving upwards again.
Tsk, why am I so audacious? And even hugging her waist.
Lưu Yển Nguyệt was so surprised that her face lost all color, and she was so stunned she couldn't move.
Under her sharp gaze, Feng Yi coughed lightly, removed his hand from her, and took a few steps back.
He rubbed his nose with his hand, too embarrassed to look directly at the person in front of him. "Haha, I didn't mean to."
"I'm going out for a bit of work, you rest at home first," Feng Yi said, then quickly slipped out, escaping the awkward situation that had enveloped the living room just moments ago.
The sound of a car echoed from the yard, and only then did Liu Yan Yue jolt awake, realizing what had just happened.
She pressed both hands to her burning hot face. What just happened?
While she was still flustered and embarrassed, her phone in her pocket chimed "ting ting".
It was a message from her best friends' group chat.
Ye Wan Wan: @Liu Yan Yue, you just got married and already disappeared from the group.
Are you comfortably enjoying your husband's good looks now?
Fang Xue: It's no wonder, her husband is the heartthrob of most women in the investigative security bureau!
Liu Yan Yue read the messages, her lips twitching uncontrollably. If she didn't speak up soon, she had no idea what these girls in the group would infer.
Helplessly, she sighed and replied.
Liu Yan Yue: I'm here, what are you all badmouthing?
Immediately, the messages came flooding in.
Fang Xue: What could we possibly be badmouthing? It's all the truth, sweetie!
Feng Qi: Alright, alright, alright, have you consummated the marriage yet?
What's it like to finally get your hands on your best friend's brother, @Liu Yan Yue?
Ye Wan Wan: It's probably too early to have consummated the marriage now; that question should wait until tomorrow morning.
Yan Yue, marrying a thousand-year-old iceberg, do you feel cold?
A thousand-year-old iceberg? Hahaha, how vivid.
Liu Yan Yue boredly turned off her phone and leaned back on the sofa. "It feels like just yesterday I was in high school, and now I'm almost thirty and already married."
"Qi Qi, what are you doing, hugging your phone and smiling so much? Do you have a boyfriend?" Mother Feng asked, looking at her daughter sitting with her legs tucked up on the sofa. "We just got a daughter-in-law; if we get a son-in-law this year too, the Feng family will surely be very cozy this year."
Feng Qi frowned at her mother's words. "Mom, you're overthinking it. I don't want to get married yet, and besides, I don't even have a boyfriend."
Mother Feng's face showed a hint of disappointment, but joy quickly washed over her. She waved her hand. "It's alright, I already have a beautiful daughter-in-law."
"I'll pass that on to him, so he can feel more comforted."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, your son is practically a thousand-year-old iceberg. Let alone strangers, even people who know him well get beautifully ignored."
Mother Feng shook her head disapprovingly. "That's different. They're not your brother's wife.
Yan Yue is a properly married wife; how could he be cold to her? You don't know this, but when those two went to get their marriage certificate, I deliberately spied on them.
And the result? Not only did he gallantly open the door for her, but he also put his hand over her head, afraid she'd bump it on the door!"
Mother Feng's words took Feng Qi from one surprise to another, her mouth agape, almost wide enough for flies and mosquitoes to fly in.
She rubbed her chest to calm her racing heart. "He has this side to him too?"
"And you still say that?"
"What are you two talking about?"