Chapter 455 - The Time-Limited Love and Marriage - NovelsTime

The Time-Limited Love and Marriage

Chapter 455

Author: Eighteen-Year-Old Koi
updatedAt: 2025-10-31

CHAPTER 455: CHAPTER 455

Wu Shirong was somewhat uncertain.

After all, Jiang Weiwei, with her delicate and soft body, was very close to him.

Tonight, he had some thoughts about spending the night with Jiang Weiwei.

If you want a woman to fully cooperate with you and have a wonderful night, it’s very important to make her happy at this time.

As long as he introduced Miss Xi to Jiang Weiwei, the wonderful night could start right away.

However, Wu Shirong had just opened his mouth when he remembered the call he had just received from Feng Yu.

On the phone, Feng Yu had told Wu Shirong, "Xixi is feeling a bit unwell these days, so I asked your parents to prepare a temporary resting area for her to stay in. You should also be careful, and make sure no unnecessary people disturb her."

In fact, at Old Master Feng’s birthday banquet that day, Wu Shirong bringing Jiang Weiwei along had almost made Feng Yu aware of their unusual relationship.

Thus, Feng Yu was worried that tonight, under Jiang Weiwei’s instigation, Wu Shirong would bring the Jiang Family cronies to irritate Jiang Moxi, which led him to give an early heads-up to Mr. and Mrs. Wu as well as Wu Shirong.

Wu Shirong had agreed to Feng Yu’s request on the spot.

Now, with Jiang Weiwei pleading in such a low and gentle voice, if this were a promise made to anyone else, he would not have hesitated at all and would have broken the promise for Jiang Weiwei.

But this was Feng Yu...

Wu Shirong was quite afraid of that crazy lunatic.

He knew that there had been people who had not adhered to an agreement with Feng Yu, and not long after, the person’s body tissue was found on a beach — just a piece of human skin.

The person’s family had also gone to court to accuse Feng Yu of being a murderer, but due to lack of evidence, Feng Yu was acquitted.

And as a result of that family’s accusations against Feng Yu, several of their family members died under mysterious circumstances within a year, and eventually their family business also fell into Feng Yu’s hands.

Since then, Feng Yu had made a name for himself in Emperor City, becoming a widely known and feared lunatic.

Thinking of all these, Wu Shirong naturally did not dare to act against Feng Yu’s instructions.

So, Wu Shirong said to Jiang Weiwei, "Let’s wait for another opportunity. Today, Miss Xi is not feeling well, so we’ve set up a VIP resting area at the banquet to avoid disturbing her rest."

Jiang Weiwei, naturally dissatisfied with being rejected, said,

"Actually, if she’s really not feeling well, it would have been better if she hadn’t come! Look, how much trouble this has caused you..."

But before she could finish her complaints, Wu Shirong covered her mouth.

"My sweet Weiwei, you can’t speak so carelessly in Emperor City. Inviting Miss Xi is a hundred times harder than inviting any other member of the Feng Family. Having her attend our banquet is the supreme honor..."

Persuaded by Wu Shirong, Jiang Weiwei did not continue her previous words.

But seeing how much Wu Shirong feared the Miss Xi rumored around, she still felt uncomfortable.

She even thought that, once she established herself in Emperor City, she would definitely challenge this Miss Xi and try to trample her underfoot!

*

Meanwhile, in the VIP resting room—

Jiang Moxi was eating delicious freshly baked cookies while chatting with some of the dignified ladies and socialites from Emperor City’s elite.

Driver Fu, Youhan, was accompanying her at her side, occasionally handing her water.

Yunshang’s partner, Xie Ling, was among these socialites.

Seeing how handsome and considerate Youhan was, Xie Ling frequently gave Jiang Moxi meaningful glances, trying to inquire about the relationship between them.

Not just Xie Ling, but almost all the group of socialites had their eyes lingering between Jiang Moxi and Fu Youhan.

Under their repeated hints, Jiang Moxi merely glanced at the man beside her and said, "Driver Fu, say hello."

Once these words were spoken, the socialites present all looked at Fu Youhan in astonishment.

Such an attractive man, with an impressive height and a gaze that emanated intimidating power, was merely a driver?

Compared to other high society ladies who merely subtly expressed disbelief, Xie Ling directly gave Jiang Moxi a look that said, "Driver?! Yeah right!"

Yet before Jiang Moxi could respond, Fu Youhan courteously introduced himself: "Hello everyone, I am Miss Xi’s driver, my last name is Fu!"

Really a driver?

Everyone was a bit stunned, but Miss Xi clearly did not intend to continue this topic, so they could only tactfully move on.

Xie Ling, who had a better relationship with Jiang Moxi, planned to have a good chat with her after the dinner ended.

When the time was about right, the dinner began to draw to a close, and the guests started to leave one after another.

Mrs. Wu, who rarely saw Jiang Moxi, naturally didn’t want to miss the opportunity to continue conversing with her, so she warmly invited Jiang Moxi to her house to sit and chat some more.

Jiang Moxi found it hard to refuse such a warm invitation and agreed.

Thus, a convoy of eighteen Maseratis headed straight from the hotel to the Wu Mansion.

Meanwhile, after a temporary goodbye to the Jiang family, Jiang Weiwei got into Wu Shirong’s car to go for "late-night snacks."

"Brother Shirong, just order a vegetable salad for me. I usually don’t eat much at night as I’m afraid of indigestion."

Jiang Weiwei still pretended, as if she truly did not know that this ’late-night snack’ was not the usual kind.

And Wu Shirong liked this innocent side of Jiang Weiwei.

Although she appeared oblivious, each time they were in bed, the poses she struck always made Wu Shirong insatiable.

Sometimes, Wu Shirong couldn’t tell whether Jiang Weiwei genuinely didn’t understand these things or was just pretending not to know.

But Jiang Weiwei nailed the act so well, Wu Shirong’s fondness for her had almost reached a fever pitch.

To the point that, even though they were at the dinner, Wu Shirong couldn’t stop picturing the hot scenes of Jiang Weiwei beneath him later.

Wu Shirong smiled and said, "Okay, as you wish."

Yet the car headed straight to the Wu Mansion.

Upon arriving at the gate of the Wu Mansion, Jiang Weiwei was again clueless: "Brother Shirong, this doesn’t look like a place for late-night snacks."

"Right, this is my home. The late-night snacks made by our family chef are very nutritious and won’t make you fat."

Wu Shirong even hinted, "If you don’t feel like having a late-night snack, I can feed you something else."

Jiang Weiwei still seemed naïve: "But isn’t it a bit rude to visit for the first time late at night without any gifts?"

Wu Shirong reassured her: "Don’t worry, today was tiring with the banquet. My parents would probably be asleep already even if they were home."

However, he did not make it clear whether he would arrange for her to meet his parents.

So, was Wu Shirong another man who only wanted to sleep with her but not take responsibility?

At that moment, Jiang Weiwei felt an indescribable sense of loss.

But having been with Wu Shirong for a while, she knew how to handle him by now.

"Since uncle and aunt are sleeping, I’d rather not disturb them. Let’s go somewhere else for late-night snacks."

Jiang Weiwei was outwardly polite and proper, but it made Wu Shirong panic.

"It’s okay to greet them tomorrow morning. Weiwei, since you’re already here, just come inside with me."

After getting Wu Shirong’s affirmation, Jiang Weiwei half-reluctantly followed him inside.

However, upon entering the Wu Mansion, both were surprised to see eighteen Maseratis parked in the front yard.

"Why does your family have so many cars of the same model?" Jiang Weiwei wondered.

"These aren’t ours." After saying this, Wu Shirong seemed to think of something and said to Jiang Weiwei, "It might be Miss Xi visiting. Weiwei, I’ll take you to my room first; I need to check what’s going on."

Jiang Weiwei obediently nodded, "Okay."

But within her seemingly naïve eyes, there was now a glint of calculation...

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