CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 441

Feng Ming’s expression was fierce, but he didn’t stop Feng Yu.

Even more, he was beckoning Cen Xuan to take a seat, serving her dishes, and introducing her to the special snacks of Emperor City.

His demeanor suggested that, to him, Wei Su was just a disposable person.

With a slight squint, Feng Yu meticulously observed Feng Ming’s every word and action, but ultimately, he didn’t spot anything unusual and had no choice but to let it go, continuing to entertain the guests during the meal.

Amidst the silent showdown between the two men, Wei Su was carried away just like that.

Others inevitably whispered among themselves.

But in front of the people of the Feng Family, especially the new bride Cen Xuan, they didn’t dare say much.

Perhaps witnessing the rivalry between Feng Yu and Feng Ming and then reminiscing the harmonious times the three of them had spent together before, Jiang Moxi felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart.

So she excused herself to go to the restroom and left the main table.

As Jiang Moxi was leaving, Jiang Weiwei just happened to look up, catching a glimpse of her silhouette.

Initially, Jiang Weiwei and Wu Shirong had drunk quite a lot and were somewhat bleary-eyed.

But upon seeing that silhouette resembling Jiang Moxi, her hazy eyes instantly regained their usual clarity.

Was it Jiang Moxi?

But the clothes on that person seemed like high-end custom dresses from Yunshang.

Jiang Weiwei had never seen Jiang Moxi wear such fancy dresses before.

It couldn’t possibly be Jiang Moxi, right?

But even if she felt it was impossible, Jiang Weiwei couldn’t shake the unease in her heart.

So she said to Wu Shirong, "Mr. Wu, I’m going to touch up my makeup, I’ll be back in a moment."

Wu Shirong, having been plied with a lot of drinks by Jiang Weiwei, was also a bit tipsy, so he just instructed her to come back soon.

Jiang Weiwei nodded and quickly followed the familiar figure.

Jiang Weiwei thought this person was heading to the restroom, only to find out this individual was walking deeper into the courtyard.

Jiang Weiwei followed her for quite a distance, feeling almost like she was getting lost, so she simply called out, "Miss ahead, please stop."

The Jiang Moxi walking ahead indeed stopped in her tracks.

Yes, from the beginning, Jiang Moxi knew that Jiang Weiwei was stalking her.

Originally, she had planned to wash her face and return to the banquet, but with Jiang Weiwei closely following her, she decided to head deeper into the courtyard instead.

Hearing Jiang Weiwei’s voice, Jiang Moxi was contemplating whether to reveal her face to scare her or to beat her up without showing her face.

Unexpectedly, from behind a rockery, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and pulled her over.

Jiang Weiwei was about to confirm whether the woman was Jiang Moxi or not when, in the blink of an eye, the woman disappeared from right in front of her.

She hurried forward, looking around.

But neither the spot where the woman had stood, nor the area around the rockery showed any sign of someone.

"It’s strange, she was clearly right here."

Jiang Weiwei looked around and considered continuing the search deeper into the courtyard.

But at that moment, a breeze passed by.

Inside the nearby bamboo grove, a peculiar rustling sound emanated.

Jiang Weiwei thought about approaching the bamboo grove, but since there were no lights on in the bamboo grove at night, all she saw was darkness.

Especially in the depths of the bamboo grove, it seemed like an abyss capable of swallowing everything.

In the end, Jiang Weiwei stopped in her tracks.

She thought, the woman just now was so familiar with the Feng Family’s courtyard environment, she must have lived here for several years at least.

Even if Jiang Moxi was brought to the Feng Family by Feng Yu, she would have stayed for only a few days, how could she be so familiar with the Feng Family’s courtyard?

Right, that person couldn’t possibly be Jiang Moxi.

With this thought, Jiang Weiwei retraced the route she came by and slowly walked back to the hall where the banquet was being held...

What she didn’t know was that just on the other side of the rockery she had just stood by, Jiang Moxi was being held by Fu Youhan, his hand over her mouth, pinned against the rockery.

Fu Youhan wickedly moved his hand under Jiang Moxi’s skirt.

The light was weak, but it was enough for Jiang Moxi to clearly see the smile in Fu Youhan’s eyes.

Jiang Moxi was infuriated. This man was well-dressed and undeniably handsome and elegant, so why was he always so comfortable and justified in doing the most despicable things?

If it weren’t for the fear that making noise now would attract Jiang Weiwei back, she would have already freed herself from the restraints and given him two punches.

But this mischievous man, seemingly aware that she didn’t want Jiang Weiwei to discover her presence at the Feng family’s, became even more reckless.

Soon, the man crossed multiple barriers and placed his hand on...

Jiang Moxi’s abdomen wrapped in bandages!

This spot was like a switch on Jiang Moxi’s body, touching it triggered in her mind the memories of her wedding, Fu Youhan’s departure, and the gunfight with Wen You at the Ferry...

The heart-wrenching pain and despair from her memories made Jiang Moxi disregard everything and struggle fiercely to break free from Fu Youhan’s restraints.

"Don’t touch me!" Jiang Moxi not only broke free but also yelled at Fu Youhan.

Thankfully, Jiang Weiwei had walked far away and didn’t notice the commotion here.

Fu Youhan, however, tried to step forward and touch Jiang Moxi again.

"Xixi, I just wanted to see how your wound has healed. Don’t reject me like this..."

Fu Youhan’s deliberately lowered voice carried a clear plea and seemed somewhat humbled.

"What’s the point of checking the wound? It’s not like the wound will heal immediately after you look at it, nor will it change the fact that I was injured."

Her eyes reddening, she accused Fu Youhan, "You may not know, but when I was struggling to the point of exhaustion that day, I hoped so much for you to descend from the sky and rescue me from danger."

Fu Youhan was about to touch Jiang Moxi’s hand, but his hand suddenly froze mid-air.

This was the first time in many days that Jiang Moxi formally spoke to him about the incident that day.

He couldn’t help but recall the images of her getting shot repeatedly that he saw on the surveillance footage.

His heart felt as if it was torn apart by countless lacerations, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

Even his voice trembled, "Xixi..."

"Fu Youhan, you feel wronged because you were deceived. But aren’t I the same? While I fought alone and nearly died, you desperately protected the person who wanted to put me to death!"

Fu Youhan wanted to argue, to persuade Jiang Moxi.

But he was speechless because what Jiang Moxi said was also true.

She had put effort into their marriage.

But while she was desperately completing their wedding ceremony, he, Fu Youhan, was still blinded and was fiercely protecting the person trying to kill her.

"Some hurts, once inflicted, are difficult to heal in this lifetime. So... let’s divorce."

This was the first time Jiang Moxi brought up the subject of divorce with Fu Youhan.

It was only because Fu Youhan tore up their initial agreement and flaunted their marriage certificate.

This was also the reason why Fu Youhan, despite wanting to reconcile, didn’t use their already registered marriage as leverage.

Because he knew if Jiang Moxi really wanted to leave him, even the marriage certificate wouldn’t be able to hold her back.

Fu Youhan closed his eyes in despair and powerlessness, and Jiang Moxi added, "I’ll sign the divorce agreement and send it to you, and after that, don’t come here anymore."

After she spoke, Jiang Moxi began to walk away.

But after only a few steps, she felt her body overheated and uncomfortable.

In fact, she had this feeling even before being followed by Jiang Weiwei, but it wasn’t as pronounced.

She thought it was just stuffiness from staying in the room.

But now it seemed...

Jiang Moxi hurried her steps, wanting to get back to her room as quickly as possible.

However, Fu Youhan, painfully watching her departing figure, also quickly noticed something was wrong and hastened to catch up.

He caught Jiang Moxi’s hand and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"We are getting a divorce. My affairs are no longer your concern."

Jiang Moxi shook off Fu Youhan’s hand and tried to leave.

But Fu Youhan directly wrapped around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

As they came close again, Fu Youhan also noticed the abnormal high temperature from Jiang Moxi’s body, and with her seeming desperation...

Fu Youhan’s gaze suddenly darkened, "Did you drink that glass of orange juice just now?"

Jiang Moxi was annoyed, "I didn’t drink it! I was sitting right beside you, if I had, wouldn’t you have seen it?"

"Then what’s going on?" Fu Youhan’s eyes darkened and sank, as if stained with ink.