Mu Jing Chen did not dare to risk it.
If he were to go head-to-head with Fu Yan Ting, he would have no chance of winning.
Therefore, he had said those words, intending to prevent Yan Xi from becoming too entangled with Fu Yan Ting.
Upon hearing Mu Jing Chen's statement, Fu Yan Ting glanced thoughtfully at Yan Xi. Seeing her shielded behind Mu Jing Chen, showing no intention of leaving his side, Fu Yan Ting's face instantly darkened.
He spoke coldly, "Do you walk over yourself, or do I drag you here?"
Yan Xi, hearing Fu Yan Ting's words, approached him apologetically.
She looked at Mu Jing Chen and said softly, "Jing Chen, you should go back first. I'll contact you when I have time."
Fu Yan Ting's forehead was instantly creased with countless lines. This woman truly embodied the term 'fickle.'
Serving him wasn't enough; she was already thinking of going to Mu Jing Chen.
That depended on whether she'd even get the chance.
With that thought, Fu Yan Ting let out a cold snort.
Mu Jing Chen understood clearly that Yan Xi likely wouldn't be able to contact him actively unless he found a way to approach her.
Though reluctant, Mu Jing Chen had no other choice.
Seeing Mu Jing Chen about to leave, Fu Yan Ting suddenly pulled Yan Xi to him, pressing her against the wall. Then, with a punitive intent, he aggressively invaded her lips.
Fu Yan Ting was doing this deliberately.
He wanted to do it right in front of Mu Jing Chen.
He wanted to make Mu Jing Chen clearly understand whose woman Yan Xi truly was.
Yan Xi instinctively tried to resist, but Fu Yan Ting had already sensed her intention. His lips brushed against her ear, and in a volume only they could hear, he whispered, "Don't you want to save Yao Wan Qi?"
Mention of Yao Wan Qi made Yan Xi abandon her struggle.
Yes, how could she forget her purpose in approaching this great devil?
Yao Wan Qi was still in his hands.
Yan Xi dared not, and could not, resist Fu Yan Ting.
Mu Jing Chen, unwilling to see Yan Xi violated by Fu Yan Ting, retreated sadly.
After Mu Jing Chen left, Fu Yan Ting finally released Yan Xi. He let out a cold snort and said, "From now on, remember your place. If I find you entangled with other men again, you'll never see Yao Wan Qi."
Yan Xi felt a sense of injustice. She couldn't understand why this great devil had targeted her, even threatening her with Yao Wan Qi's life.
Yan Xi remembered seeing Fu Yan Ting in a private room last time. When she returned, she would ask him properly about his relationship with this devil.
If possible, Yan Xi would rather beg Fu Yan Ting for help than continue to stay by this devil's side.
While Yan Xi was lost in thought, Fu Yan Ting had already left with several large bags from the supermarket.
Seeing Fu Yan Ting leave, Yan Xi quickly followed him.
Upon returning, Fu Yan Ting sat on the sofa like an emperor, waiting for Yan Xi to cook for him.
In the middle of the night, he insisted on four dishes and a soup.
Yan Xi, cursing Fu Yan Ting in her mind, busied herself in the kitchen preparing his meal.
Yan Xi consoled herself that it was all for Yao Wan Qi. If this devil hadn't kidnapped Yao Wan Qi and threatened her with her life, Yan Xi would never have been here serving him.
After an hour of hard work, Yan Xi presented four dishes and a soup on the dining table. Fu Yan Ting's mood improved slightly upon seeing the appetizing spread.
What was the use of Mu Jing Chen's petty tricks? In the end, Yan Xi still obediently came home with him and cooked for him.
With that thought, Fu Yan Ting's mood seemed to lift a little.
Yan Xi also wanted to glean some clues from Fu Yan Ting, so her attitude towards him was not as hostile.
Fu Yan Ting picked up a piece of braised pork. Yan Xi patiently explained, "This is braised pork I made with tofu for you. Eating something too greasy at night is very unhealthy, so you should eat lighter. But you can't live without meat, so I thought of making braised pork with tofu."
"You talk too much."
Fu Yan Ting said indifferently, then picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. It tasted alright.
Fu Yan Ting glanced at Yan Xi indifferently. This woman wasn't entirely useless; at least, her cooking was good.
Seeing that Fu Yan Ting had finished eating, Yan Xi scooped a bowl of soup and began to drink it.
Yan Xi decided to strike while the iron was hot. If she didn't ask now, Fu Yan Ting would surely turn hostile once he left the table.
While Fu Yan Ting hadn't put down his bowl yet, Yan Xi seized the opportunity and asked, "What's your relationship with Fu Yan Ting?"
As soon as she asked the question, Fu Yan Ting choked on his soup. He put down the bowl and began to cough violently.
Yan Xi couldn't help but roll her eyes.
He wasn't a three-year-old child, so how could he choke on soup?
After Fu Yan Ting coughed for a while, he saw Yan Xi still standing there without any intention of helping him.
Fu Yan Ting's face darkened, and he looked at Yan Xi impatiently, saying indifferently, "Aren't you going to come and help me?"
Yan Xi grudgingly went to pat Fu Yan Ting's back. After he finished coughing, Yan Xi pressed her advantage and asked again, "You still haven't answered my question. I saw Fu Yan Ting in your private room that day. Are you friends?"
Hearing Yan Xi's question, Fu Yan Ting's forehead was creased with countless lines.
This woman truly knew nothing about him.
Even if he wore a mask,
If this woman loved him a little more, she would have noticed something from his demeanor or build. But this woman had noticed nothing, and even asked him such a brainless question.
Fu Yan Ting was almost amused to death by Yan Xi's question.
Yet, Yan Xi remained oblivious. She looked at Fu Yan Ting, paused, and continued, "You still haven't answered my question. How did you get to know Fu Yan Ting?"
Fu Yan Ting cast a cold glance at Yan Xi and slowly opened his mouth, saying, "Eat in silence, speak in silence. Don't you understand? What if I choke again?"
Such a dramatic grown man.
Yan Xi thought grumpily to herself.
But in front of Fu Yan Ting, Yan Xi did not show it.
She sat at the dining table and waited. She waited until Fu Yan Ting finished his last bowl of soup and put down his bowls and chopsticks. Only then did Yan Xi ask, "You can answer my question now, can't you?"
Fu Yan Ting's gaze suddenly fell on Yan Xi, making her feel somewhat flustered. She lowered her head to check herself; her clothes were all neat.
She didn't understand what Fu Yan Ting's gaze meant.
While Yan Xi was contemplating, Fu Yan Ting suddenly said, "He's not Fu Yan Ting. Fu Yan Ting is already dead."