After Feng Xinglang left the Feng Family, Feng Lixin did not meet with Xueluo again.
Firstly, because his marriage certificate had been locked in the safe by Feng Xinglang, he lacked the most important proof to explain everything to him clearly. Secondly, it was inferiority complex, he really did not want to reveal his destroyed appearance to Xueluo.
Of course Xueluo was sad, but she was even more helpless.
Feng Lixin did not eat much for breakfast, so Nanny An kept sighing. Nanny An found out that the First Young Master and the Second Young Master had another argument yesterday.
Feng Xinglang had stepped on the morning sun as he returned to the Feng Family. There seemed to be an obvious anger. He threw the suit on the sofa and pulled at the tie on his neck.
Xueluo saw the blood stains on Feng Xinglang's white shirt with a single glance. Most of it had dried on his shirt and turned dark brown. There were a few places that were still bright red. It should have just flowed out not too long ago.
Is the man hurt? Xueluo instinctively went forward to pay attention to Feng Xinglang's injuries; however, the instant she stomped on the ground, she forced herself to calm down.
Lin Xueluo, oh Lin Xueluo, you can't forget about this man anymore! You must draw a clear line between yourself and him and keep the distance between a sister-in-law and a brother-in-law. You could not take another step further! Not even half a step!
"Ah, Second Young Master, why are you bleeding? Are you hurt? "Where is the injury?" Seeing Feng Xinglang's bloodstained shirt, Nanny An immediately rushed over, asking him about his injuries with a pained heart.
In fact, the blood stains on Feng Xinglang's shirt were not Xueluo's. It was actually Lan Youyou, that woman's. He spent an entire night trying to pry out of her mouth not a single piece of information about the mastermind.
"Madam, come here and cut open Second Young Master's shirt. Second Young Master is injured. " Nanny An panicked as she shouted to Xueluo who was standing quietly at the side.
But Xueluo did not move an inch. After some time, he said coldly, "Nanny An, go find Butler Mo! I'm not free. "
After Xueluo said this, she turned and walked down the stairs without turning her head back. Although she was extremely worried, her expression was one of indifference.
Looking at Xueluo's leaving figure, the Nanny An was startled. She muttered to himself:
"Madam, what happened? Her husband was injured and didn't come over to help. How come she left without even looking at him?"
Feng Xinglang's gaze coldly locked onto Xueluo's cold and detached back. Yesterday, this woman had just happily been below him, but at this moment, she was so cold that it was strange!
Are all women so heartless? The viciousness of the woman called Lan Youyou was even greater than her!
"Old Mo... Old Mo, quickly come and look at Second Young Master, he is injured. " Seeing that he could not keep Xueluo's wife, Nanny An called for Butler Mo to come over.
"Nanny An, I'm fine. The blood is not mine. Just a shower. " Feng Xinglang stood up and walked towards the master bedroom on the second floor.
During the entire day, Xueluo did not even take half a step on the second floor, let alone pay attention to Feng Xinglang's injuries. Just like how Feng Xinglang was a stranger who had nothing to do with her! More accurately speaking, he should be a stranger!
Lying on the still joyous marriage bed, Feng Xinglang frowned deeply: How vicious can women actually be?
For someone like Lan Youyou, she would first hook her big brother's heart, then torture him to death? Even if she died, she would died so willingly!
Feng Xinglang was not clear: How much leniency must I have in order to not forget the woman who cruelly harmed me?
But Feng Lixin actually did it! Before he died, he refused to let Feng Xinglang continue investigating Lan Youyou's evil deeds! He even helped cover up for her.
This feeling was accompanied by the nightmare of hatred. Feng Xinglang did not sleep soundly. Instinctively, he reached out to touch Xueluo, but he didn't find the woman he wanted to hug and fall asleep in his arms.
Feng Xinglang got up from bed feeling thirsty.
He ate a simple dinner alone in front of the huge dining table downstairs.
At that moment, Xueluo sat at the dining table and ate quietly. After hearing the powerful footsteps behind her, she then put the food into her mouth with great difficulty. It was like chewing on wax, but like pretending to be delicious.
Feng Xinglang sat down beside Xueluo, a little dissatisfied with how the woman ignored him.
"I want to eat noodles, go and cook."
It was this arrogant tone again!
"I know you, Feng Xinglang, are a noble, but if your words are a bit more polite, it will be able to manifest your gentleman demeanor!"
Xueluo lifted his head, and met Feng Xinglang's eyes: It was as though she was looking at a vast ocean, deep and mysterious. It instantly stirred up a whirlpool, and swept her into the center.
Her heart palpitated again!
Why can't I help but want to talk to this man? Wouldn't it better to think of him as transparent?
"Was I a gentlemanly enough yesterday morning?" Feng Xinglang raised his thin lips, and his smile was truly mesmerising.
"..." With just one sentence, it caused Xueluo's heart, which was pretending to be calm, to crash around like a little deer.
Xueluo bit her lips and fell silent. Of course, she wouldn't give this rude man any face.
The woman did not move. Feng Xinglang was not angry, and said indifferently: "If you don't want to do it, why are you still giving me a look? Serving me is your duty! When you're free, take a good look at the Three Swords and Four De!"
"..." Xueluo was speechless. She really couldn't be bothered to say anything to him.
What was even more outrageous was that the man suddenly leaned over and took the bowl of glutinous rice porridge in front of her, and started eating it.
Feng Xinglang rarely drank porridge. He did not like the blandness of the porridge. He never thought that he would take the initiative to snatch Xueluo's porridge bowl tonight, and drink so freely too.
"The noble Feng Family has actually eaten something I've eaten. Has his personality changed?" Xueluo could not help but mock him.
Feng Xinglang raised his thick eyebrows and said with a smile that was yet not a smile.
"I've even eaten saliva before, so how can I not eat a bowl of porridge?"
"..." Xueluo was speechless once again.
The ringing of Feng Xinglang's cell phone resolved Xueluo's awkwardness. She wanted to get up and leave, but she didn't want to bother with the man's evil intentions. However, he stopped when he heard the content of the call.
"Brother Lang, this woman is not willing to eat. Not a drop of water came in the whole day. " On the other end of the phone was Ye Shaonian, who was almost driven mad by Lan Youyou.
"If she doesn't want to eat, then let her starve! Could it be that you want me to humbly coax her to eat them? "
Feng Xinglang said coldly. With regards to Lan Youyou, he seemed to be at a loss of what to do. After all, she was the woman that her big brother Feng Lixin had loved with his life.
"Then if she doesn't eat or drink for a day, will she die?" Ye Shaonian asked with uncertainty.
"If she's dead, don't live anymore!" Feng Xinglang reprimanded her.
With a click, the phone was innocently thrown onto the dining table. Feng Xinglang's handsome face was so gloomy that it was terrifying.
After pausing for a moment, Feng Xinglang quickly finished the porridge in his bowl and left.
As he watched Feng Xinglang's tall and straight back, Xueluo's throbbing heart slowly calmed down.
"Madam, why did Second Young Master leave again? I just made him some risotto. " Seeing Feng Xinglang leave, Nanny An let out a long sigh.
Seeing that Xueluo had finished drinking all his porridge, Nanny An turned and walked back to the kitchen, "Madam, let me get you a new bowl of porridge and lick it a little more."
"There's no need to take it back. I just need to use this bowl." Xueluo took the bowl of porridge beside him that Feng Xinglang had just finished drinking, and added another small half bowl of porridge into it, continuing to drink.
Xueluo was not obsessed with cleanliness, so he would definitely not mind the bowl that Feng Xinglang had drunk before. However... He just felt a little unspeakable panic.
***
Inside the GK Corporation's underground storage, Lan Youyou laid on a simple board bed weakly.
Young women were always beautiful. Not only is it pleasing to look at, but it also makes one feel pity for them.
"Brother Lang, the doctor just examined her and gave her an injection! He said that if she doesn't open her mouth to eat tomorrow, she will have to get nutrition liquid."
Ye Shaonian cared for the fairer sex. Moreover, Lan Youyou was an extremely beautiful woman.
"Then feed her the nutrient solution! Just as long as she doesn't die! " Feng Xinglang coldly snorted.
"Brother Lang, this girl has a strong mouth, she probably doesn't want to say it. We can't use hard stuff, why don't we try soft stuff? " Ye Xiaonian suggested.
"Soft? How could he be soft? Crying and begging her? " Feng Xinglang scoffed.
"I can see that she... she likes you. Be nice to her... " Ye Xiaonian really couldn't bear to see such an innocent little girl being brutally threatened by Feng Xinglang.
Lan Youyou's snow-white curves, like a shockingly beautiful snake, stirred up even more spring scenes, and without reservation, she presented herself in front of Feng Xinglang and Ye Xiaonian.
However, the bloodstains on the woman's body caused by the iron chains shocked everyone who saw her.
"You actually want me to be nice to her? You clearly know that four months ago, this woman set up a trap to harm my big brother, Feng Lixin! You want me to be nice to her? " Feng Xinglang endured it all as he hissed softly.
Ye Shaonian was silent. He didn't know how to persuade Feng Xinglang, but he felt that using such a severe punishment on a weak girl like Lan Youyou was too much for him to bear.
"In the future, you have to think of a way to solve small matters like not eating. If she doesn't want to eat it, that's fine! As long as he didn't die! Call me when she wakes up!" Feng Xinglang glared at Lan Youyou who was standing on the stage, then turned and left coldly.
Feng Family.
Feng Xinglang stood by the window. His tall and slender posture made him seem as straight as a javelin! There was a cigarette between his long knuckles, which he took regularly to his lips. The side of his face, which was surrounded by smoke, had a faint tinge of melancholy.
"Mistress, Second Young Master has eaten half a bowl of porridge for dinner, why don't you bring this risotto over for him to eat." Nanny An brought out the rise-like noodles that he had prepared earlier to Xueluo, gesturing for her to give it to Feng Xinglang who was by the window.
"If he's hungry, he'll naturally eat by himself!"
Xueluo responded indifferently. He did not take the rise-face plate from the Nanny An's hands, much less give it to Feng Xinglang.
Coldly turning around, Xueluo walked towards the guest room downstairs.
The instant she turned around, Xueluo's heart ached.
She was at a loss: What other meaning did I have in the Feng Family!
She then thought about her divorce with Feng Lixin …