Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2597: Chapter 401: What Does Feng Yize Like?

This afternoon, a photo album named "The Righteous Young Master Feng" by netizens began circulating online.

In the blink of an eye, it garnered fans and comments at the speed of light.

At this moment, Feng Yize and Qinghuan, having finished their meal, were on their way to his apartment.

Originally, Qinghuan planned to stay at a hotel.

But Feng Yize said that as a girl, staying at a hotel wasn’t safe. He and Ye Zhan owned properties; if she felt uneasy staying at his apartment, she could stay at theirs instead.

Qinghuan eventually chose to stay at his place.

"Qinghuan, here’s the key. Even though I know the password, without the key I can’t get in. Please stay comfortably."

They arrived home.

Feng Yize first took Qinghuan upstairs, putting her luggage in the room.

He gave her a key.

Qinghuan smiled and nodded, "I trust your character."

Just based on the fact that he, Ye Zhan, and Tang Jinchen are sworn brothers, Qinghuan also trusted that he wouldn’t harm her.

What’s more, she truly considered him a friend now.

Qinghuan always trusted friends.

Feng Yize’s phone rang, and he pressed the answer button.

Before he could speak, a voice filled with anger came through, "Yi Ze, how could you do this to your older brothers? You’ve got the company, what more do you want?"

The smile on Feng Yize’s face slowly faded, and a thin layer of coldness formed in his eyes, which were just filled with starlight and seas.

"I don’t even know what I want. Why don’t you tell me what I should want?"

He asked coldly, sarcastically.

Qinghuan was startled.

Seeing his now-cold expression, she recalled the wrongdoing his two "brothers" had confessed to earlier.

In her heart, a trace of pity arose.

Qinghuan didn’t hear what the other party said, only saw Feng Yize hang up after saying two sentences.

"Qinghuan, take a rest this afternoon. I’ll pick you up to go to the company tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Call me if you need anything."

"Mm, go ahead with your work."

After Feng Yize left, Qinghuan took a shower, then lay in her pajamas on the soft bed, reading messages.

The chat group had exploded.

[Qinghuan sis, do you know you’re already famous in Country A?]

[Little Qinghuan, you’re amazing! Tell us, where did this inspiration come from?]

[Qinghuan, you haven’t been bullied, right?]

Reading one message after another, what Qinghuan thought of was Feng Yize.

She pursed her lips, editing a message.

She clicked on the link Wen Ziyang shared in the group, going in to see her midday drawing shared and praised by netizens.

Her lips couldn’t help but curl upwards again.

Some netizens called her the most beautiful artist.

Then the likes surprisingly surpassed a hundred thousand.

The post was made by a famous blogger. Qinghuan saw the photo and realized it was the girl who surrounded her, saying even a mere silhouette would be fine.

The person also collected all the negative news about Feng Haoze and Feng Jinze over the years... Informed netizens supplemented. In an afternoon, Feng Haoze and Feng Jinze got a notorious reputation.

The Feng Family’s scandals were gradually exposed as well.

Wen Qinghuan flipped through comments one by one. The more she read, the more she felt that Feng Yize had it tough.

Unknowingly, she spent an hour reading the comments.

Taking a sip of yogurt Feng Yize left for her before leaving, Qinghuan edited a message and sent it to Feng Yize.

[Are you still busy?]

Unlike Feng Yize’s usual instant replies, this message waited long without any response from him.

Wen Qinghuan glanced at the time and, not wanting to sleep, changed clothes and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, it was packed with ingredients.

She took out a box of fresh ingredients to check the date, confirming they were all put in this morning.

The fridge-full of ingredients was all her favorite.

Somewhere deep inside, something was inadvertently touched, and a warm current quietly flowed into her heart...

Wen Qinghuan didn’t know Feng Yize’s preferences.

Staring at the fridge, she hesitated for a few seconds, closed it, and picked up her keys to go out.

Feng Yize mentioned to her that there’s a mall nearby.

On her way to the nearby mall, Qinghuan sent Momo a message, asking if she knew what Feng Yize liked to eat.

Momo told her that she didn’t know.

Feng Yize was a warm man, always caring for others.

"Qinghuan, if you want to know, I can ask Yi Ze for you."

Knowing she wasn’t with Feng Yize, Momo said gently.

Wen Qinghuan politely declined Momo’s offer, "Better not. He might be busy, he hasn’t replied to my message."

After hanging up, Wen Qinghuan dialed Chu Junming’s number.

She always had Chu Junming’s number saved but never called.

This was the first time dialing his number.

Wen Qinghuan felt somewhat complex in mood.

She followed the crowd into the mall, warmth immediately enveloped her, and just as her phone rang a few times, it was picked up.

Chu Junming’s deep, gentle voice came through, "Hello."

"Chu Junming, it’s Wen Qinghuan."

Wen Qinghuan slowed her pace, calmly speaking with a gentle voice from her red lips.

Chu Junming was slightly surprised, "Oh, Qinghuan. I just saw your painting. Are you with Yi Ze now?"

"No, I’m at the mall."

"Oh."

Chu Junming’s voice dragged a note of curiosity.

He wondered what the purpose of her call was.

Wen Qinghuan didn’t beat around the bush, directly asking, "I’ve been staying at Feng Yize’s place these few days... I wanted to ask you what Feng Yize likes to eat?"

Upon hearing Qinghuan inquire about Feng Yize’s preferences, Chu Junming couldn’t help but squint slightly.

Then, very patiently, he told her about Feng Yize’s preferences with a smile in his tone.

Wen Qinghuan listened while noting it down in her phone’s memo.

After finishing, she thanked Chu Junming and hung up the phone.

——

G City.

Chu Junming put away his phone, catching Bai Qingling’s glance at him from the corner of his eye. He pretended not to notice and continued discussing data with the technician.

Bai Qingling bit her lower lip, internally complaining about Chu Junming.

Finally, as they left the tech department and entered the elevator, Bai Qingling couldn’t help but ask, "Did Qinghuan call you just now because something happened to her in Imperial City?"

Chu Junming had been pretty detached from her these past few days.

Even regarding overtime, he left her to her own will without pushing.

Hearing Bai Qingling’s question, Chu Junming just gave her a fleeting glance then looked away, "Why don’t you ask Qinghuan yourself?"

"..."

Bai Qingling hadn’t expected a response like that from Chu Junming.

Her expression changed slightly as she pursed her lips, "Phone calls aren’t free, are they? You’re right here in front of me, isn’t it more convenient to ask you?"

"Isn’t your plan enough to cover calls?"

"If you won’t say, then don’t. What’s the big deal?" Bai Qingling huffed as the elevator reached her office floor.

She walked out in her high heels, hearing Chu Junming’s voice behind her, "You haven’t worked overtime these past few days; are you working late tonight?"

"No."

Bai Qingling coldly refused.

If he can’t even answer a question, then what is the point of working overtime with him!