Being a Lady of an Influential Family

When Leng Sa and Fu Fengcheng returned to Fu's house, Xiao Yiran naturally followed him. He said that when he came to Yongcheng, he would naturally visit Governor Fu.

After arriving at Fu's house, Xiao Yiran really went to see Governor Fu, but Fu Fengcheng didn't follow him but went back to his yard with Leng Sa, obviously not interested in what Xiao Yiran and Governor Fu had to say.

For Xiao Haoran and Leng Mingshu's marriage, Leng Sa is really not optimistic.

The attitude of the Xiao family doesn't look like they are serious about marrying their daughter-in-law. Not long ago, they were planning to divorce, and they have already sent someone to propose marriage in a short time, and the wedding date is still arranged so close.

But it is impossible for the Leng family to listen to her opinion, not even Leng Mingshu. In Leng Mingshu's view, Leng Sa prevented her from marrying Xiao Haoran not for her own good, but more like jealousy that she married a good man.

Leng Sa sat on the swing and sighed softly.

"What are you thinking? Are you in a bad mood?" Fu Fengcheng pushed the wheelchair over and looked at her and asked.

Leng Sa got off the swing and sat down on the stone bench next to her, "I'm thinking about the marriage between Leng Mingshu and Xiao Haoran."

Fu Fengcheng said: "There is nothing to think about. The Xiao family's desire to divorce proves that the Leng family has little meaning to them. Even if there is pressure from the emperor and Xiao Yiran, this marriage is meaningless."

Leng Sa said: "So, why did the old man insist on marrying Leng Mingshu to Xiao Hao but not someone else? Where did he get the confidence? With the current strength of the Leng family, what benefits can they get from the Xiao family?"

Fu Fengcheng shook his head, "If you don't want this marriage to happen, it's very simple."

Of course Leng Sa understood what he meant. There are many ways to stop this marriage, and it is not only the Xiao family who can decide.

Leng Sa thought for a while and shook her head: "Forget it, since the old man insists, they can figure it out for themselves. I also want to know...what the old man wants to do."

"Then why are you in a bad mood?" Fu Fengcheng looked at her and asked, and smiled coldly, "It's just that...Leng Mingshu, a girl is treated as a chess piece, it's a bit sad."

"This is her own choice." Fu Fengcheng said indifferently.

"The Leng family educated her like that, but in fact she has no other choice." Leng Sa sighed softly.

Human thoughts are very stubborn, especially the thoughts cultivated from childhood to adulthood.

Even if there were a thousand paths before her, Leng Mingshu, who was bound by the Leng family's education, might only choose that path. Some people in this world will give birth to rebellious emotions, but more people choose to indulge.

Nothing can wake them up except enough deep-rooted pain. Before that, any suggestion of persuasion was heresy in their eyes.

Fu Fengcheng said: "So, madam is not at all like someone educated by the Leng family."

Leng Sa smiled, "So, First Young Master Fu is not quite like the rest of the Fu family."

Everyone is freed. The Fu family is rich in ordinary people who do nothing. However, Young Master Fu thrives. He really doesn't look like the rest of the Fu family.

But after thinking about it again, Governor Fu was born in an ordinary merchant family. He has been in a private school for several years since he was a child. The six southern provinces that he developed today were all based on his passion and ambition when he was young, and he seemed to be a self-taught genius, so he looked very similar to Young Master Fu again.

Fu Fengcheng said: "So...my wife and I are a natural match?"

"..." Leng Sa stared at Fu Fengcheng for a long time without saying a word, Fu Fengcheng was a little puzzled, "What is Madam looking at?"

It looks like your character is going to collapse.

Leng Sa leaned over and approached Fu Fengcheng, staring at his handsome face with some curiosity, "Why do I feel that your speech is a bit strange today?"

"What's so strange?" Fu Fengcheng asked calmly.

Leng Sa said: "You always say weird things, it doesn't fit your style at all, Young Master Fu, okay?" If you say a few more words, she will think that this guy is flirting with her.

"..." I don't want to talk anymore.

Fu Fengcheng stepped back, turned his wheelchair and left.

Leng Sa was left on the spot and blinked her eyes quickly twice, very puzzled, "Unhappy again?" What's going on with this guy today? How do you feel up and down?

"Young Madam, are you angry?" Lan Jing came over with a plate of fruit, and asked cautiously in a low voice.

Leng Sa raised her eyebrows, "How do you know?"

Lan Jing compared her face, "I saw the young master when he first entered the study, his face... so gloomy that it was about to drip."

Although it was rumored that Young Master Fu became gloomy and violent because of his injury, the legend was a legend after all. At least Lan Jing and Yuan Ying didn't feel how bad-tempered Young Master Fu was when they came to Fu's house these days.

But... this doesn't mean that Lan Jing won't be afraid when First Young Master Fu is upset.

"It's okay, there are always a few days in every month." Leng Sa said calmly.

"Are you sure?" Lan Jing asked.

Leng Sa hesitated for a moment, "Should...?" I haven't heard of anything that upset Young Master Fu today, could it be because of Xiao Yiran?

Leng Sa walked into the study with a plate of fruit, Xia Wei'an and Xu Shaoming were standing in front of the desk, frozen like two small animals shivering in the wind by the low air pressure from Young Master Fu and the cold spitting out of his mouth.

Seeing Leng Sa coming in, Xu Shaoming winked at her frantically, "Young Madam, help me."

In fact, Young Master Fu was quite graceful when he got angry. He neither slapped the table and scolded his mother like Dujun Fu, nor threw things like Mrs. Fu, nor did he beat people with his hands.

But as long as you stand there and stare at him with cold eyes, and listen to his cold voice that seems to have no emotion, most people will want to dig a hole in place and bury themselves in it.

Leng Sa stood there a little hesitant whether she should just retreat as if she didn't see Xu Shaoming's call for help. After all, she didn't guarantee whether Fu Fengcheng would turn his gun on her. If Fu Fengcheng got angry at her, would she do it or not?

Fu Fengcheng, who was talking, also paused when he saw Leng Sa, and just when Leng Sa was about to slip away, he heard Fu Fengcheng say: "That's all, let's go to work."

Xu Shaoming and Xia Wei'an breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but Xia Wei'an was more subtle.

Xu Shaoming, on the other hand, looked as if he had received an amnesty, quickly tore through the documents on the table, dragged Xia Wei'an and ran outside.

"..."

There was silence in the study.

Leng Sa looked at the empty study, then at her own study behind her, and took a step back hesitantly.

"Come over if you have anything to say." Fu Fengcheng looked down at the documents in front of him and said calmly.

Leng Sa gave a dry laugh, "It's okay, I just want to ask if you eat fruit?" If I didn't eat it, I left.

"bring here."

All right.

Leng Sa sighed inwardly, and walked over with a fruit plate.

While secretly slandering in his heart, listening to Lan Jing's instigation to run to see why Fu Fengcheng was angry was simply stupid.

Put the fruit on the table and push it towards Fu Fengcheng, "Here, let's eat it. Washed."

Fu Fengcheng glanced at the sweet and juicy fruit on the table and said nothing, Leng Sa felt that the atmosphere was suffocating.

He simply leaned over the table and looked at Fu Fengcheng with his chin propped up, "Are you angry?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng said lightly.

Leng Sa tilted her head to look carefully for a while, and sincerely suggested, "Do you want to look in the mirror before talking?" Although Young Master Fu is usually noble and glamorous, there is still a difference between indifference and gloomy, right?

Fu Fengcheng put down the pen in his hand and looked up at her.

Leng Sa looked at him with a smile, showing no sign of giving in or being afraid.

"Madam wants to know why I'm angry?" Fu Fengcheng leaned on the back of the chair behind him and raised his eyebrows.

Leng Sa said: "So, I really got angry."

"Come here, I'll tell you." Fu Fengcheng said.

Leng Sa stood up and smiled at him, "Do you think I'm stupid?" Now, what if this guy sneaks up on her?

Fu Fengcheng took a deep breath, and calmly said: "Come here, I won't do anything."

Leng Sa sized him up suspiciously, but was still driven by strong curiosity and walked over.

She wasn't really afraid of him doing it, the main reason was that even if they fought, it wouldn't be fun and boring.

Others might even blame her for being a bully.

Walking in front of Fu Fengcheng, Leng Sa squatted down very accommodatingly, and said, "Tell me, young master, who made you angry today?"

Fu Fengcheng said, "You."

"Me?!" Leng Sa opened her eyes wide, and said dissatisfiedly, "How did I make you angry?"

Did she not do anything well today?

"You don't spitting blood, I didn't do anything today."

Just as Fu Fengcheng was about to speak, his face suddenly changed and he turned forward. Leng Sa reacted very quickly and quickly supported him, "Hello?! What's wrong with you? I really didn't do anything."

"It's nothing!" Fu Fengcheng leaned his face on Leng Sa's shoulder, leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand, gritted his teeth.

Although he said it was fine, Leng Sa could feel the tightness and stiffness of the muscles under his hands, and the sweat on the clothes on her shoulders was wet in a moment.

"Where does it hurt? Is it the leg?" Leng Sa put the question aside and asked in a deep voice.

Fu Fengcheng leaned against him, closed his eyes and patiently adjusted to the sudden severe pain, before saying in a deep voice, "It's okay, don't worry."

It's just that the voice is obviously weak, as if it was squeezed out from between the teeth.

Leng Sa took a deep breath, turned her head and said to the outside, "Lan Jing, call the doctor!"

The next moment, Fu Fengcheng couldn't sit still anymore and fell directly from the wheelchair. Leng Sa quickly got up and pressed the back of the wheelchair with one hand, and pulled him back into the chair with the other.

When he looked down again, Fu Fengcheng had already passed out.

Even in a coma, he still frowned, the muscles under his clothes were still tense and even twitched slightly, obviously even the severe pain in a coma was still tormenting him.

Looking at his sweaty face, Leng Sa couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart.

-_-||~ Almost fell asleep~ A few minutes late, okay?