“This is the first time I’ve thought Zhuo Hua is a charming man,” she exclaimed in amazement, “and he’s very handsome too.”
Go away, how can that lecherous Zhuo compare to him?
"Xiao Zi, you must be hungry, right? Shall we go get something to eat?" Fang Weiyang smiled insincerely, revealing a set of sparkling white teeth.
"Your smile looks a little strange!"
The more she looked at him, the more his bright white teeth seemed irritating. She didn't bother to guess his demeanor, so she simply stretched out her slender white finger and poked his strong, broad chest as a form of mild punishment.
"No...nowhere." Fang Weiyang nearly choked on his own saliva.
Goodness, this little girl is getting to know him better and better. If this continues, how will he ever have the face to stand in public if he doesn't win her over? He'll be practically invisible.
Fine, let him off the hook. She's hungry anyway.
She gave a noncommittal purse of her lips, then nestled comfortably in his arms as he led her toward the food area.
Fang Weiyang could easily read her thoughts from her straightforward and pretty face. He couldn't help but laugh and cry. It seemed that this girl was well aware of his influence over him and had him completely under her thumb.
He lovingly pulled out a chair for her and, following a series of instructions, fetched food for her. Fang Weiyang was completely unaware of the tenderness that was showing on his face, nor did he notice the pair of mournful eyes that were watching him like a shadow.
"Could it be that Unnie is about to fall from grace, that a dignified vice general manager has actually been reduced to serving dishes?" A cold, deep male voice, accompanied by sarcasm, came from not far behind.
This is?
Fang Weiyang and Feng Zi turned around almost simultaneously, but the difference was that the latter looked completely bewildered, while the former, after a moment of surprise, revealed a faint look of joy.
"Jiro, it's been a long time."
“Yes, it’s been a long time, brother.” Takahashi Jiro’s tense handsome face relaxed slightly when he saw the smile on his face, which showed no trace of resentment. But soon, his face hardened again and became expressionless.
elder brother?!
Feng Zi gasped, her bright, clear eyes scanning the two men's faces before finally acknowledging the truth. But... was Vice President Fang really... the older one? She actually thought the handsome man with the tense expression looked more mature than him.
"He...is your brother?"
She tugged at his sleeve, drawing his attention back to him.
"Or do you think I'm an orphan?"
He replied in a very indifferent tone, placed the plate he had been holding in front of her, and said, "Aren't you hungry? Eat up."
"But...you..." If he has family, why does he still have that desolate and empty look in his eyes?
She doesn't understand.
"Sweetie, eat something." He coaxed her softly, as if soothing a willful child, and patted her head. Then he turned and walked towards the terrace with the man named Jiro.
He was just giving her the runaround, she knew that. But she still didn't understand why the brothers' reunion didn't bring more joy, but instead felt even more somber. And why did his brother glare at him with such gloomy eyes, his resentment outweighing any brotherly affection?
I don't understand, I really don't understand...
Looking at the food on her plate, she suddenly lost her appetite, so she simply leaned back in her chair, listlessly observing the crowd. Suddenly, a cold gaze, filled with sorrow and resentment, chilled her to the bone. She unconsciously rubbed her bare arms lightly and looked back in the direction the gaze had come from, and was astonished to find a beautiful woman in white with waist-length hair and exquisite, doll-like features staring at her.
It was obvious that the unfriendly gaze originated from her. But Feng Zi smiled bitterly; she didn't even know her.
She quietly looked back at the woman in white, trying to make her understand that she meant no harm, but to no avail. Even though they were separated by half a hall and the passing crowd, Feng Zi could still sense the cold indifference in her eyes.
"Hey, you..." Zhuo Hua, who had come to find her again, keenly noticed her stunned expression. He looked over and couldn't help but furrow his beautiful long eyebrows.
Meanwhile, the beautiful woman in white who had noticed him suddenly composed herself, bowed respectfully to him, and then turned towards the terrace.
"You know her?"
Despite being inexplicably antagonized, Feng Zi's curiosity far outweighed her displeasure, and her eager tone made Zhuo Hua hesitate.
“A Japanese friend, not someone I know well.” He dodged the question, refusing to give a direct answer.
"Oh—" Feng Zi nodded as if she understood, then chuckled mischievously, "It's alright, I'm very familiar with Tian Tian, and I believe it won't be long before I'm also very familiar with Miss Tian."
"You..." Zhuo Hua glared at her angrily, knowing that he had walked right into a trap.
"Actually, we've known each other for three years, haven't we? You've certainly had a carefree and romantic time these past three years." Feng Zi was still smiling, confident that she had inherited the true skills of Ye Zi and Fang Weiyang. "You probably don't know, Miss Tian is obsessed with her daughter, and Tian Tian is extremely attached to her mother. If she knew her father, that is, President Zhuo..."
"Enough!" Zhuo Hua took a few deep breaths to suppress his murderous urge. His handsome face was ashen as he said coldly, "If you want to know, go ask your stupid boss! Whether he wants to talk or not is between him and you, it's none of my business. But don't let me find out what you've said to my wife and daughter, otherwise even if you are Yang's woman, I'll still beat you up."
Tsk, he dares to do it himself but forbids others from talking about it, what a domineering man! Besides, why would he need to deliberately mention his romantic escapades? Just flip through those outdated gossip magazines, and you'll see it all. Stupid!
Besides, when did she become the vice president's woman? How come she didn't know? Too lazy to correct the man who had already turned and walked away, Feng Zi curled her lips. But why did the thought of becoming his woman make her feel a strange, burning heat, like a fire had broken out in her body…?
Patting her skirt, she decided to stop being a wallflower and instead wander around to avoid wasting such a beautiful night.
Reaching out from a passing waiter, she took a glass of golden champagne. Like a child who had just done something naughty, she took a small sip, and after the sweet and sour aftertaste filled her mouth, she smiled appreciatively, and then... drank it all in one gulp, and took another glass from the waiter.
"Delicious..."
She whispered, her flushed cheeks as radiant as the sunset.
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On the terrace.
"Your father wants you to go back."
"I thought he should have understood my choice ten years ago."
"You are the eldest son."