The Mysterious Wife of the Indifferent Emperor and Young Master

Before the words were finished, the door of the office was pushed open.

Yi Duoer seemed to have been greatly frightened, she screamed out of control, and stood up suddenly.

Feng Yuning and Wen Ning were also taken aback.

The two looked back and saw that Feng Nanzheng and Feng Huaili were standing at the door, and they were also frightened and at a loss by Yi Duoer's extreme reaction.

"This... this... do we need to knock on the door?"

After Feng Nanzheng finished speaking, regardless of Feng Yuning's answer, he hurriedly pulled Feng Huaili back a few steps, not forgetting to close the door.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door outside.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yuning and Wen Ning looked at each other, both dumbfounded.

"Come in!"

Raising her voice, Feng Yuning said with a smile.

The door was pushed open again, and Feng Nanzheng and Feng Huaili walked in cautiously.

"Cough, cough, what, is it okay this time?"

Yi Duoer has also returned to normal, but her face is still pale.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry just now. I'm pregnant, and my mood...is really unstable. I lost control just now. I apologize to you."

While talking, Yi Duo'er got up and kept bowing to Feng Nanzheng and Feng Huaili to say sorry.

"Don't, don't, be careful with the baby in your stomach."

Feng Nanzheng hurriedly motioned Feng Yuning to support Yi Duoer.

"You are Ni Simiao's wife. Logically speaking, you should also call me brother-in-law. Since we are a family, there is no need to speak in two languages. I know that pregnant women are emotionally unstable."

Speaking of this, Feng Nanzheng's expression softened.

"In the past, Xiao Ning's mother was like this. She was such a good-tempered person. Once she became pregnant, it was like eating explosives. I couldn't say anything right, I couldn't do anything right, and I couldn't even breathe right."

When saying this, Feng Nanzheng's eyes were full of nostalgia instead of dissatisfaction and complaints.

"It was so good back then, the whole family lived together in harmony."

Seeing her father miss her mother, Feng Yuning stepped forward and took his arm.

"Father, are you and mom each other's first love? Before this, as a rich man, you never flirted with women?"

The common problem of people in wealthy families is that they have a lot of romantic debts.

Even if you want a man like Zhan Jingzhao who has been infatuated with Hua Ruoxue all his life, hasn't he married Ren Qing?

Feng Nanzheng shook his head.

"I've never liked anyone else. Ever since I first saw your mother, I've fallen in love with her deeply. Your mother is the same. What do we call this? From the beginning to the end."

Wen Ning's eyes were full of envy.

"Then your family didn't arrange a commercial marriage for you?"

Mentioning this, Feng Nanzheng frowned slightly.

"When you say that, I remember it. It really happened."

Feng Nanzheng sat on the sofa, his eyes were far away, and he gradually began to recall the past.

"Probably when I was eighteen or nineteen. I didn't know your mother at that time. In order to strengthen the status of the Feng family, the family decided to get married on their own initiative. But when they did this, they kept it from me."

Mentioning these, Feng Nanzheng's eyes were full of displeasure and disgust.

Because he had experienced marriage in the past, he was resolutely unwilling to marry when dealing with the marriage of his children, and he was resolutely unwilling to let the children sacrifice their happiness to consolidate the family status.

No amount of money or high status is as important as the happiness of the children.

"By the time I knew it, it was already the day of the engagement."

Feng Nanzheng shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "I was tricked by my grandma into wearing a suit for the banquet, but I didn't know until after I arrived that it was my own engagement banquet. You say this... is ridiculous."

"Then what do you do?"

Feng Yuning didn't know that her father had such a past, but he never mentioned it.

"what can I do?"

With Feng Nanzheng's character, how can he bear this kind of thing.

"I took off my suit on the spot, and said in front of so many guests that I would not agree to this marriage. Either I leave Feng's house, or cancel the engagement ceremony."

Having said that, Feng Nanzheng smiled wryly and shook his head.

"I still remember the scene at that time, my mother's panic, my father's rage, and the embarrassment of the guests present, but what's the matter? My marriage, why should others decide?"

Wen Ning gave Feng Nanzheng a thumbs up.

"Uncle is indeed mighty."

"What's so powerful!"

Feng Nanzheng sighed and shook his head, and said, "If I hadn't had no way out, I wouldn't have been so decisive. After all, I was not only the victim, but also..."

In the middle of speaking, Feng Nanzheng suddenly saw a woman standing at the door with a strange expression in his peripheral vision.

"Who is she!"

He raised his finger to the door and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Everyone looked back, and when Yi Duoer saw each other, she stood up suddenly.

"She, she is my nanny."

Yi Duoer realized that she was losing control of her emotions, and hurriedly said: "She is my newly hired nanny, she has been outside just now, I guess, maybe she has something to ask me for?"

After all, Yi Duoer looked at Yi Baishuang and said, "Aunt Bai, what do you do?"

Yi Baishuang looked sullen, and took a long time to answer.

"I want to remind Madam that the soup brought to Miss Feng should be drunk in time, otherwise it will be cold."

After finishing speaking, Yi Baishuang walked in, knelt down on the edge of the tea table, and opened the thermos.

"This is the soup made by Madam herself. If Miss Feng doesn't drink a few sips, it will be wasted."

Feng Nanzheng frowned and looked at this nanny who was a bit out of line.

In Feng's house, when the master is chatting, without permission, the servant is not allowed to appear in the master's sight.

But what about this nanny called Aunt Bai?

Not only did she eavesdrop on the master's conversation, she even walked in by herself to make decisions for the master.

Feng Nanzheng frowned.

"Is it something you should worry about whether you want to drink soup? What's the matter? Master still has to listen to a nanny?"

The movements in Yi Baishuang's hands stopped.

She lowered her head, never looked at Feng Nanzheng's face, and said after a while, "Mr. Feng, you misunderstood. I was just worried that the soup would be cold. My wife's soup is delicious. I'll serve you a bowl too."

While speaking, Yi Baishuang filled bowls with rich-flavored chicken soup one by one, and placed them in front of everyone.

She hesitated for the last bowl, and handed it to Yi Duoer herself.

"You should drink the soup while it's hot. If it's cold, it won't taste good."

After saying this, Yi Baishuang got up and clasped her hands in a very respectful and humble posture.

Looking at the bowl of chicken soup in front of her, Feng Yuning felt very strange.

Yi Duoer can indeed cook, but to say that she is good at cooking...

They have known each other for many years, and they still know each other about this matter!

So, she picked up the bowl, took a deep breath, and said, "Well, it really smells delicious, Duo'er, when did your cooking become so good?"

Yi Duoer's face was pale, and the hand holding the bowl was shaking.

"Well, just learning from Aunt Bai is not that good."

Feng Yuning smiled, picked up the spoon and stirred it in the bowl, and said with a smile: "Then, shall I have a taste first?"