Fu qingchenâs cold eyes landed on Nangong Yu.
His eyes were so calm that there was no fluctuation of emotion.
He was so cold that he treated Nangong Yu as a stranger.
âIs there anything else you need?â His voice was cold and emotionless. if youâre fine, then donât disturb me from reading.
âIâm Yingying!â
Nangong Yu was stunned. She bit her lip hard to control her emotions.
In front of Fu qingchen, she had already humbled herself, pleading and expressing her sorrow, but this young man still did not look her in the eye.
What could she do to make him stop being so cruel to her?
qingchen, âMrs. Fu frowned again,â whatâs with your attitude? The princess came to visit you out of goodwill, but you treated her like this? donât forget, your life was saved by the princess! Is this how you treat your Savior?â
Savior?
those words stabbed fu qingchenâs heart, causing him to feel pain even when he was breathing.
If it wasnât for this so-called life-saving grace, he would never have agreed to marry her. Furthermore, after she barged into his study, he had already kicked her out of the door.
if I could do it all over again, â Fu qingchen sneered, â Iâd rather die in the remains than be saved by her. Arenât you using this to threaten me? â If marrying her isnât enough to repay her, then let me return her life, how about it?â
âQingchen, I didnât mean it that way.â
Mrs. Fuâs brows furrowed and she sounded helpless. âI just hope that you can treat her better.â
â i think iâve already given her enough respect. otherwise, do you think she would still be standing here? â fu qingchen laughed sarcastically. â weâre getting married in two days, but youâre not even willing to give me two days of peace? Alright, then Iâll do as you wish. This marriage, Iâm not going to happen!â
Whoosh!
Fu qingchen suddenly stood up, and the chair behind him was flipped over.
The young manâs face was cold and had a piercing feeling.
No. Nangong Yu was completely flustered. She hurriedly tugged at Mrs. Fuâs sleeve and shook her head. She then turned to look at Fu qingchen, her eyes filled with tears. qingchen, Iâm sorry. Iâve come to disturb you. Donât be angry. I can wait for two days. Two days later, youâll marry my Yingluo.
Fu qingchen looked at Nangong Yu coldly. He picked up the chair that had been flipped over and sat down calmly. He picked up the book again and said coldly, â âif you donât want me to break off the engagement, all of you get out.â
âOkay, okay, okay. Iâll leave now.â
Nangong Yu looked at Fu qingchen reluctantly. In the end, he gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran toward the sunlight outside the house.
The moment she turned around, two streams of hot tears flowed down from her eyes and covered her cheeks.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âQingchen, youâve really gone too far!â mrs. fu flew into a rage, but she was afraid of angering fu qingchen, so she could only clench her fists tightly and suppress her anger. â do you know how much iâve suffered for your marriage? if i didnât only have you as my only son, i would never let the princess marry such a cruel and heartless person like you.â
Fu qingchen sneered. I also hope that you can have another son so that you wonât keep forcing me to marry Nangong Yu. No, even if you have another son, our marriage will still be in your hands. So, I really hope that Iâm not your son.