novelraw Chapter 775 Cheng Yao: Were you happy during those dozen or so years you lived with the Fu Family?
Chapter 775 Cheng Yao: Were you happy during those dozen or so years you lived with the Fu Family?
The moment she saw them, she felt discomfort in all her organs.
At this moment, Su Wanxin was certain that Cheng Yao’s identity was unknown to Fu Shihan and Fu Shiyi. Perhaps... she was someone Grandpa had secretly arranged to be by Fu Shihan’s side.
She pushed Fu Shihan away, only to have her wrist reflexively grabbed by him.
Fu Shihan, holding her wrist so delicate it seemed it could snap with a little force, felt her warmth and had no intention of letting go.
She wore makeup today, not the usual light makeup for work, but noticeably heavier.
Her outfit was not formal either, but a haute couture gown, provocative yet sweet.
Fu Shihan gazed at her intently for a few moments, then slowly loosened his grip, his throat moved, and he turned and quickly walked away.
He needed to cool down; if he continued looking, he feared he couldn’t restrain himself.
Watching his hurried retreat, Su Wanxin slowly withdrew her gaze and stopped Cheng Yao, saying, "Let’s talk."
Cheng Yao wanted to refuse, but Su Wanxin didn’t give her a chance. She grabbed Cheng Yao’s wrist and quickly walked towards a corner of the banquet hall.
Su Wanxin was strong, and despite Cheng Yao’s struggle, she couldn’t break free.
They went to a secluded area with hardly anyone around. Su Wanxin let go and looked straight into her eyes, whispering, "Miss Cheng should still remember who I am, right?"
Cheng Yao: "..."
"It’s been over a year. If you’ve forgotten, I can remind you."
"Remember or forget, what does it matter?" Under Cheng Yao’s pitiful expression, her words were sharp. "You are nothing but a discarded pawn of the Fu Family. The person who is truly useful now is me."
"Then guess what, if I tell Fu Shihan about this pawn’s origin, would he still keep you by his side?"
"You won’t tell." Cheng Yao affirmed confidently: "I am good for him. After watching over him for so many years, can you bear to?"
Cheng Yao sneered coldly, no longer restraining herself.
"Why Old Sir Fu disliked you, you know very well. Even so, you still cling to Fu Shihan and claim to love him. Su Wanxin, do you know how to write the word ’cheap’?"
"I do indeed." Su Wanxin nodded as if it was only natural. "Isn’t it written all over your face? I can see it clearly."
"You!"
"You’re still not up to par in a war of words with me. And stop using Old Sir Fu to suppress me all the time; Grandpa’s old and cares about his grandsons, easy to be misled. You think I am the same?"
Su Wanxin looked at her, sneering.
"Cheng Yao, did we meet somewhere before?"
She scrutinized Cheng Yao’s features carefully, feeling they looked familiar yet unable to pinpoint where.
"Perhaps, who knows." Cheng Yao’s gaze was resentful as she slowly said, "Maybe we truly met before, but Miss Su, being someone of high status, easily forgets and doesn’t care."
Her words sounded off, making Su Wanxin even more convinced of her own thought.
Before the horror-themed birthday party of Fu Shiyi’s friend, she surely had met Cheng Yao before.
In the noisy banquet hall, their eyes locked.
Su Wanxin noticed the hatred in Cheng Yao’s eyes but couldn’t understand where it came from.
Cheng Yao moved a step closer, slightly bowing her head. Su Wanxin instinctively wanted to retreat but then heard her ask—
"Did you enjoy the over ten years you spent with the Fu Family?"
Su Wanxin furrowed her brows, hearing her continue.
"As happy as you once were, I will try my best to make you suffer in the future. Do you want the child in your womb?"