Chapter 8: Fu Yancheng’s Commanding Protection of the Flower
The woman glared at her furiously, her once beautiful eyes now bloodshot with rage, her entire face twisted beyond recognition.
“You little seductress, how dare you steal my man! You have no shame!” she spat through clenched teeth, every word dripping with deep resentment and fury.
Shen Mengxia covered her face, her eyes filled with shock and grievance.
Fu Yancheng’s anger ignited the moment he saw Shen Mengxia being struck. He stepped forward swiftly, shielding her behind him, glaring fiercely at the matchmaking woman.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Fu Yancheng’s voice was low and commanding, chilling to the bone.
The matchmaking woman was stunned by his imposing presence, unable to utter a word. She had assumed Shen Mengxia was a weak, easy target, never expecting Fu Yancheng to defend her so fiercely, completely disregarding her own status as a noblewoman in the capital.
“I… I…” the matchmaking woman stammered, “she… she deliberately came here to cause trouble…”
“Cause trouble?” Fu Yancheng sneered coldly. “So what? You dared to lay a hand on her? Who do you think you are?”
Her face drained of color as she realized she was in deep trouble. Regret gnawed at her, but it was too late now.
“I’m sorry…” she lowered her head, murmuring softly.
“Sorry? That’s all?” Fu Yancheng said sharply. “Looks like your family business is going downhill!”
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Watching Fu Yancheng fiercely protect her like this, Shen Mengxia’s grievances slowly melted away.
She gently tugged at his sleeve. “Let’s go. I want to go home.”
Hearing this, Fu Yancheng scooped her up in his arms and strode out of the café, heading toward his black Maybach S650.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving the matchmaking woman standing there in a daze.
Outside the café, Fu Yancheng personally drove Shen Mengxia back to the villa.
As they neared the entrance, they saw Ye Huaiting pacing anxiously from afar.
“Big brother, the police have been waiting for you for ages. Why was your phone off?”
Fu Yancheng had deliberately switched off his phone to enjoy this rare moment alone with Shen Mengxia.
Entering the villa, they found two men in police uniforms seated in the living room.
Upon seeing Fu Yancheng, they stood and greeted him, “Hello, we are from the Haijing City Criminal Investigation Unit. We have new leads regarding the car accident involving your grandfather seven years ago.”
Shen Mengxia stood quietly to the side, intending only to listen and understand what had happened.
Yet the moment her gaze met Fu Yancheng’s faintly smiling eyes, her thoughts were instantly pulled back to the time they had just spent together in the car.
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Back then, Fu Yancheng had carefully lifted her into the front passenger seat, his movements so gentle it was as if he were holding a priceless treasure.
Then, with utmost meticulousness, he fastened Shen Mengxia’s seatbelt, each motion earnest and focused.
In the intimate atmosphere of the car, though they exchanged no words, Shen Mengxia could distinctly hear the pounding of her own heart, drumming wildly.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she broke the silence shyly and asked a question she had longed to ask through two lifetimes: “Do you like me?”
Fu Yancheng looked at her with profound affection for a long moment, seeming on the verge of speaking but hesitating.
Nervously, Shen Mengxia clenched her small hands and stared fixedly at his beautiful lips, watching them part and close, losing herself in the sight. “Say it again. I didn’t hear clearly!”
“What’s wrong with you, Xiaxia? Have you been wronged somehow? Of course I like you. Grandpa, Mom, Father Ye, Huaiting — we all like you!” Fu Yancheng’s final words felt like a cold splash of water thrown over her.
At that moment, the two policemen approached Shen Mengxia politely and said, “Ms. Shen Mengxia, please come with us for a moment. We need to collect some biological samples from you.”
Their voices successfully pulled her back from the reverie of those memories.