Chapter 17

Song Feier had expected to be the center of attention today, but she never imagined that bitch Song Yunnian would cause her to lose so much face.

Now that it was out that the gift she gave was a fake, she definitely wouldn’t let Song Yunnian off the hook!

Thinking of her upcoming plan, Song Feier had no choice but to swallow her resentment once again; she couldn’t leave just yet.

Nearby, Fu Yanchen’s gaze drifted toward Song Yunnian in spite of himself. He had just witnessed with his own eyes how she handled the situation with such composure.

There was a confident and flamboyant aura about her that was quite captivating.

Inside a room on the second floor of the Song family villa.

Song Feier threw herself into Li Yurong’s arms, sobbing hysterically. Between gasps, she choked out, “Mom, it’s all because of that bitch Song Yunnian. She made me lose so much face.”

“Alright, your father isn’t truly blaming you, so don’t mention this again. The days ahead are long. Since Song Yunnian dared to return to Yuncheng, we have plenty of ways to make sure she never recovers.”

Song Feier sobbed, “That’s right, I’m definitely going to kill her! But the most important thing right now is Yanchen. He’s too cold toward me.

That bastard Fu Chengyi is also hard to handle. I must have another child to completely secure my position.”

Thinking of this, Song Feier gritted her teeth in hatred. She hadn’t expected that Fu Yanchen wouldn’t even touch her.

A glint flashed in Li Yurong’s eyes. “Haven’t you already prepared to seal the deal with him today?”

“Yes, I’ve already arranged everything.”

Song Feier felt a surge of excitement at the thought. As long as she successfully slept with Fu Yanchen, she wouldn’t have to worry about her status being unstable.

Li Yurong gave a cold smile. “Good. Tie Fu Yanchen down as soon as possible so we can get rid of that bastard without any lingering concerns.”

Song Feier let out a sinister laugh. “Don’t worry. The thing I prepared this time is colorless, odorless, and very potent. Once Yanchen drinks it, he will definitely have a passionate encounter with me.”

Downstairs, the banquet was still proceeding in an orderly fashion.

The minor incident with the birthday gift quickly passed, and the atmosphere was lively and relaxed. Many people were holding wine glasses, trying to get close to Fu Yanchen.

He dealt with them with a cold, detached air, his eyes scanning the room from time to time.

Song Yunnian was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t sure if she had left early or found a place to rest.

While he was lost in thought, Fu Yanchen suddenly felt an abnormal fire surge up from his lower abdomen. This feeling was exactly the same as seven years ago when he lost control and touched Song Feier!

It was that one time that led to Song Feier having Fu Chengyi.

Fu Yanchen’s eyes instantly darkened, his brow and the corners of his eyes covered in frost as his entire aura became gloomy.

The person who had been flattering him just a moment ago saw his sudden change in expression and thought they had said something wrong.

“Pre… President Fu.”

Fu Yanchen took a deep breath. “Excuse me.”

He turned and headed upstairs.

Just as Fu Yanchen was looking for a room, a waft of fragrance hit him, and Song Feier blocked his path.

“Yanchen…”

Fu Yanchen’s muscles were taut, his eyes dark and harboring a brewing storm of violence.

To make herself more alluring, Song Feier had also taken a bit of that substance to set the mood.

Her gaze as she looked at Fu Yanchen was watery, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing was rapid. Her slightly parted red lips were like a peach waiting to be plucked.

“Move,” Fu Yanchen’s voice was hoarse to the extreme, filled with an inexplicably seductive quality.

Seeing Fu Yanchen like this, Song Feier knew her plan was halfway to success. A triumphant smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

Wave after wave of heat washed over him. Fu Yanchen’s jawline was tight, and upon closer inspection, one could see his muscles twitching; he was doing his utmost to exercise restraint.

“Yanchen, are you alright?” Song Feier asked with feigned concern.

He turned to leave, but Song Feier quickly stepped forward and grabbed Fu Yanchen’s arm.

“Yanchen, are you feeling unwell? I can help you.”

She rubbed her delicate body against the man, her hand reaching out to touch the firm muscles of his body as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

In the next second, Song Feier’s wrist was pinned back by him. Then, Fu Yanchen threw open the door to one of the rooms and forcefully dragged her inside.