Fengye Wuyin’s lips curled into a mocking snort. Suddenly, he took action, snatching Yiyi’s hand away from Zhao Zhixuan’s grip and gave her a strong pull. Yiyi lost her balance and fell into his embrace, where he held her tightly.
"It was you, Dad, who was rude to our guest. Why didn’t you tell him this girl is my fiancée, my woman."
The entire banquet erupted in shock, and Zhao Zhixuan was left dumbfounded, his mouth agape.
All eyes turned to Fengye Ningyuan, whose face twitched with embarrassnt. Wasn’t it said that this girl was the adopted daughter of the Fengye couple? How did she suddenly beco a daughter-in-law? Rushing to marry off a future daughter-in-law is a truly bizarre and intriguing move.
It seems the relationship between Fengye father and son is quite strained. The father undermines the son, and the son publicly embarrasses the father. What a frank father-son relationship.
"I don’t recall you ever saying that," Fengye Ningyuan lanted, exasperated. This brat was infuriating. This is a formal banquet; if there’s a falling out, they could argue it out in private. Making a scene in front of everyone disgraces the family.
Moreover, wasn’t it this kid himself who said he didn’t like this girl? So what was wrong with selling her off?
"What are you talking about, Dad? Didn’t you already see with your own eyes that we’re living together?" Fengye Wuyin laughed indifferently, holding Yiyi even tighter, with a possessive look.
The word "cohabitation" stunned the guests present, leaving them all looking at each other in disbelief.
This so-called adopted girl of the Fengye couple was already a bona fide prospective daughter-in-law. Why then would they push her out like this? It was simply beyond comprehension.
Fengye Ningyuan’s face turned a livid shade of embarrassnt. This brat always spoke boldly, completely disregarding the occasion and face. This ti, it was truly humiliating. While angry, he couldn’t help but bla himself for misjudging this brat’s mind, leading to such an unmanageable ss.
"You actually...General Fengye, how could you introduce such a woman to ?" On the other hand, Zhao Zhixuan, standing opposite Yiyi, was so angry his chest was heaving. His chubby face twitched with rage and humiliation. This scene had turned into him picking up soone’s used woman.
"Um..." At the center of the storm, as the main character of the event, Yiyi urgently whispered to Fengye Wuyin, "When did we ever live together? That clearly wasn’t... my reputation for purity..."
She felt dizzy. How did the plot take such a dramatic turn? This storyline was hurtling headlong into a chaotic spectacle of lodrama and father-son feud.
Fengye Wuyin’s brows furrowed as he lowered his head to her ear in warning, "Don’t speak, unless you want my father to sell you off. Idiot, after all, you’re wearing a veil now. Who knows who you are? Reputation is just a cloud. Do you want to beco this atball’s wife? Aren’t you afraid he’ll crush you to death if he marries you?"
Yiyi felt a black line atop her head. He truly had no filter, fearing nothing.
But looking at Zhao Zhixuan’s massive fra, she couldn’t help but feel a chill all over her body, unable to imagine the scene of sharing a bed with this fatty. It would be a disaster, to say the least.
Fengye Wuyin wasn’t wrong. She was wearing a veil now, and no one knew who she was. Once she got past this, and left the Fengye Family, who would recognize her as the girl at today’s banquet!
She completely let out a sigh of relief, cooperatively leaning into Fengye Wuyin’s embrace.
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