CHAPTER 317: CHAPTER 317

Feng Yu walked slowly toward Jiang Moxi, inevitably encountering numerous individuals wanting to strike up a conversation.

However, Feng Yu emanated an inexplicable aura of bloodlust, compounded by rumors of his fondness for killing, renowned for his ruthlessness.

Thus, when the crowd noticed his somber demeanor and lack of intent to converse, they dared not impose.

In this manner, Feng Yu smoothly made his way to Jiang Moxi; his previously somber expression cleared, and the millennia-old iceberg in his eyes seemed to melt in an instant.

"Xixi, what are you doing here? Were you dragged here by those heartless relatives?"

He hadn’t expected Jiang Moxi to appear at this banquet, so his tone was joyous yet tinged with concern.

"I came on my own. And even if they brought me here, it’s none of your business," Jiang Moxi responded, her expression cold and distant.

Feng Yu gazed at Jiang Moxi’s face, which perfectly matched his aesthetic preferences, and suddenly remembered that it had been a very long time since he had seen a smile on that face.

Then his gaze shifted, landing on Jiang Tairan who was approaching their corner.

A seemingly mild glance, but it sent shivers through Jiang Tairan, feeling an overwhelming pressure.

Jiang Tairan, initially noticing Feng Yu and Jiang Moxi’s closeness, had intended to greet them, hoping to clarify their relationship.

But Feng Yu’s fleeting glance rooted his steps to the spot.

"How could it be irrelevant? Xixi, you know I could never stand by and watch anyone bully you."

Hearing Feng Yu’s words, Jiang Moxi suddenly remembered the early years after she was brought to the Emperor City Feng Family.

Initially, Feng Ming and the Feng Family liked her very much, except for Feng Yu, who was always cold.

Jiang Moxi had always thought that Feng Yu did not like her.

Until one day, when Jiang Moxi overheard a servant of the Jiang Family speaking ill of her, Feng Yu, without a word, cut off the man’s tongue.

"No matter how shady her origins, she is a young lady recognized by our Feng Family, and it’s not your place to gossip about her!"

Jiang Moxi remembered then—Feng Yu was only sixteen.

But he acted with extreme bias, already displaying the demeanor he has now.

Moreover, after cutting off that person’s tongue, when he turned and realized Jiang Moxi was also present and hadn’t been detected, there was no panic. Instead, he gently patted her head with his blood-stained hand.

"Rest assured, I won’t let anyone speak ill of you. Just stay here peacefully."

Later on, Jiang Moxi found Feng Yu less frightening and began to approach him proactively.

Unfortunately, those days ended abruptly with the death of Feng Yu’s mother...

Feng Yu walked further along the path of obsession and brutality, even committing atrocities later for the position of Patriarch of the Feng Family.

The only constant seemed to be his obsessive protection of her, Jiang Moxi.

But starting from when Feng Yu schemed against Feng Ming, and involving her innocent teammates, their relationship was destined to become adversarial.

Thus, Jiang Moxi sternly warned Feng Yu.

"I have already severed ties with the Jiang Family, and they are unaware of my relationship with the Emperor City Feng Family. I am satisfied with the current situation, so if you dare to take any action to change it, don’t blame me for thoroughly burning bridges with you!"

When Jiang Moxi said this and was about to leave, she suddenly heard a commotion not far away. Looking toward the sound, she saw Fu Youhan being warmly welcomed into the banquet, seated in a wheelchair.

The man, dressed in a black suit, exuded an imposing aura even in a wheelchair.

He carried a commanding presence unique to a superior, like a king of the night, impossible for anyone to overlook.

Jiang Moxi discovered that even under the enthusiastic hospitality of Suchen and Lai De, this man’s eyes were still intently staring at her, as cold as fresh snow on tree branches.

Jiang Moxi wasn’t foolish, and naturally realized that Fu Youhan might have seen her recent conversation with Feng Yu.

Just as Jiang Moxi was pondering how to explain herself to Fu Youhan later, he had already temporarily bid farewell to Suchen and Lai De and slowly maneuvered his wheelchair towards her.

That scene not only stunned Jiang Tairan and other members of the Jiang Family, but it also caused Fu Yiming’s heart to skip a few beats.

Fu Yiming actually didn’t like his younger uncle, Fu Youhan, very much because he was too outstanding. At a young age, he achieved a towering success akin to Mount Everest, overshadowing the rest of his younger relatives in the Fu Family.

Had it not been for that car accident that confined him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he probably would still have the entire Fu Family under his tight control.

Feeling oppressed by Fu Youhan’s fame for too long, whenever guests visited the Fu Family, they would head straight to Fu Youhan, causing Fu Yiming and his father to feel an inexplicable irritation and longing to achieve something that would surpass him.

In fact, they had just started to make some modest achievements and had secured a chance to plan a cooperation between Fu’s and THE ONE Group, yet they still hadn’t received special treatment in front of Suchen and Lai De.

Yet Fu Youhan, who hadn’t participated in this at all, somehow received Suchen and Lai De’s welcome at the front door and was treated like a VVIP...

Fu Yiming began to wonder if after abandoning the Fu Family’s business, Fu Youhan started anew and even developed a bigger scale than Fu’s, to receive such respect from Suchen and Lai De?

For instance, during this cooperation contest with THE ONE Group’s car system project, Emperor Bow Group, which up till now had only its general manager showing his face while keeping everything else shrouded in mystery.

Even today, at THE ONE Group’s dinner related to the project, Emperor Bow Group had only sent their general manager.

This made Fu Yiming connect Emperor Bow Group with Fu Youhan, who hadn’t been active in business for years.

But what puzzled him was, apart from Suchen and Lai De warmly welcoming Fu Youhan, they did not make any other movements or even publicly introduce his identity.

So, Fu Yiming thought, could it be that his uncle’s previous achievements were so admirable that Suchen and Lai De valued him so much?

The more Fu Yiming thought about it, the more he felt this possibility was likely, speculating that his recent desire to win over Jiang Moxi might be the reason why he exaggerated every move of his uncle.

Meanwhile, Jiang Tairan was still in shock.

He simply hadn’t imagined that Jiang Moxi would be involved with Fu Youhan.

But he, being experienced, couldn’t help but notice that the way Fu Youhan looked at Jiang Moxi was the way a man looks at his woman.

However, at the moment, he was more concerned about the relationship between Jiang Moxi and Feng Yu.

Seeing that Fu Youhan had approached Jiang Moxi and Feng Yu, and the three began to converse, Jiang Tairan took this chance to mingle near them under the guise of talking to others...

Fu Youhan moved up to Jiang Moxi and Feng Yu, greeted Feng Yu first, and then turned his attention to Jiang Moxi.

But Jiang Moxi decided to strike first: "Uncle, why did you only come now?"

Jiang Moxi’s address to Fu Youhan caught Feng Yu by surprise with a flicker in his eyes.

Naturally, Fu Youhan knew that the moment she called him "uncle," she was certainly trying to divert attention.

But he needed to clarify things, so he cut to the chase: "I was delayed by some matters just now. Do you know Mr. Feng?"

Because at the moment of their arrival, he genuinely noticed Jiang Moxi losing herself looking at Feng Yu.

And Feng Yu, usually such a somber person, unexpectedly showed a gentle smile to Jiang Moxi.

At that moment, it seemed as if a transparent layer rose between them and everyone else, including himself, Fu Youhan, was shut out.

This feeling unexpectedly made Fu Youhan’s heart flutter, thus he was eager to unearth the truth.

"I don’t know him," Jiang Moxi said, giving Feng Yu a cool look.

Feng Yu, smiling, returned her gaze and remained silent, treating her words almost like a little girl’s mischief...