10. Fight the scrubs!

At some point, two people entered the door. A handsome young man pushed a wheelchair, and a somewhat thin and indifferent-looking man sat in the wheelchair. Fu Fengcheng!

Although Leng Sa had never seen him before, she had seen his photos in some tabloids. The person in front of her looked quite different from the Marshal Fu she had seen in those photos, but she still recognized him at first glance.

He was once praised by the Old Master Fu as the prodigy of the Fu family, a swift steed, the eldest grandson of the Fu family who was given the name 'Feng' from birth.

King of all birds, the male phoenix is the Feng and the female is the Huang. Feng possesses five virtues, symbolizing a person of saintly virtue. The phoenix dances in the sky, with the harmonizing of the flute, bringing good omens with its arrival. It's clear to see the Old Master of the Fu family's attention and high hopes for this eldest grandson.

Unfortunately, this destined-to-be high and mighty man fell into the dust half a year ago.

The man in the wheelchair had a handsome and cold face, with a commanding presence. There was a scar near the corner of his left eye, giving him a somewhat menacing appearance. Compared to the sturdy and prosperous Warlord Fu, his face was more chiseled and profound. The sinister scar on his face didn't make him look unattractive; instead, it added a touch of wildness and a sense of overbearing dominance to his previously somewhat effeminate appearance. However, his eyes, when they looked over, made even Leng Sa's heart skip a beat.

Those eyes seemed to hold a cold, ethereal flame, capable of incinerating anyone with a slight misstep.

Oh wow.

Leng Sa could not help but whistle in her heart. What a man.

The moment Fu Fengcheng and Leng Sa locked their gaze, he was slightly taken aback. This girl was not afraid of him?

After seeing a man like Fu Fengcheng, anyone else would seem rather boring. Even Fu Yucheng, the fourth son of the Fu family who shared the same parents and was supposed to be the husband of Leng Mingyue.

Could Zheng Ying give up such an exquisite man and settle for Fu Yucheng? Well… it wasn't really about giving up or not. If she didn't switch, she might never have a chance to have it in this lifetime.

Fu Yucheng hurriedly got up from the ground, his expression changing a few times before finally regaining composure. "B-big Brother, why are you here?"

Fu Fengcheng's gaze slowly moved across the crowd and finally landed on Fu Yucheng's face. Meeting his gaze, Fu Yucheng couldn't help but avert his eyes. Fu Yucheng hadn't expected him to appear here, especially considering that it had been four or five months since he woke up from his injury half a year ago. Apart from the three months he had spent lying in bed unable to move, he hadn't even stepped outside his courtyard.

Why did he suddenly appear here? For what reason? For whom?

Could it be for Leng Mingyue?

No! Fu Yucheng quickly shook his head, dismissing that thought in his mind. His older brother had always been cold and ruthless since childhood. After being injured, his temper had become even more unpredictable and gloomy. How could he possibly go out of his way for a woman he had never met?

Fu Fengcheng did not answer his question. Instead, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Yucheng pulled Zheng Ying and said, "I… I'm accompanying Ahying to buy things."

Zheng Ying felt a little awkward, looking at Fu Fengcheng hesitantly.

Zheng Ying was the same age as Fu Yucheng, but the marriage between the Fu family and the Zheng family had been arranged when she was still young. Over the years, she was naturally very satisfied and proud of her outstanding fiancé, Fu Fengcheng. However, when Fu Fengcheng was young, the country was still unstable. Thus, he was sent abroad to study at the age of nine, only returning at sixteen. After returning, he was sent to study at a university in the capital and receive military training. The original plan was to get married when she turned eighteen, but unexpectedly, two years ago, his grandma passed away at the age of eighty. He had to observe a year of mourning for her, so the marriage was postponed.

If it hadn't been for the incident half a year ago, she would likely have been the First Young Madam Fu by now.

Fu Fengcheng did not look at Zheng Ying. Instead, he looked at Leng Sa.

Leng Sa smirked. "I'm shopping with a friend. Mr. Fu, nice to meet you."

The young man standing behind Fu Fengcheng glanced curiously at Leng Sa. In recent years, many people in the city have addressed the eldest son as Young Marshal. After the injury, this title seemed to transform into First Young Master. Warlord Fu had not made any statement yet, everyone had tacitly accepted that the Fu family's future would never belong to Fu Fengcheng. However, this Third Young Lady Leng referred to him as 'Mr. Fu'.

It was a neutral term devoid of any implications, neither the flattering 'Young Marshal' nor the pitying 'First Young Master'.

Fu Fengcheng nodded, then turned to look at the young man behind him.

The young man bowed his head slightly to Leng Sa and smiled, "Greetings, First Young Madam. I'm Fu's deputy officer, Xu Shaoming. First Young Master said that today's expenses for Madam and your friend are on him."

Leng Sa looked at the young man in surprise, impressed by his comprehension ability.

She was also unceremonious. "Mr. Fu, thank you for your generosity."

The young man said, "First Young Madam and this lady, feel free to pick whatever you like."

She shook her head, "There's no need for that, but… Miss Zheng just mentioned she wanted to compensate me. We were negotiating the terms. Mr. Fu, your brother lacks manners."

The young man on the wheelchair glanced at the Fourth Young Master who had just gotten up from the ground, a trace of worry appearing in his eyes for his Young Master's safety.

"You're right, Miss Mingyue. I'll deal with him," the young man in the wheelchair said calmly.

Leng Sa snapped her fingers. "It's more comfortable to talk to Mr. Fu. Just call me Leng Sa."

Leng Sa, the third daughter of the Leng family, known as Sa, and the name Mingyue.

The name Leng Sa was chosen by her when she entered An Lan University. Back at home, her name was Leng Mingyue.

"Nice name."

Leng Sa turned to Fu Yucheng and Zheng Ying. "Shall we continue now?"

Zheng Ying's face was pale and she remained silent while Fu Yucheng glared at her with gritted teeth. "Leng Mingyue, are you crazy? Are you worthy of 1.2 million yuan?"

Bai Xi, who was beside Leng Sa, chuckled softly. When everyone looked at her, she quickly covered her mouth and hid behind Leng Sa. She whispered, "Shouldn't we be asking whether the Fourth Young Master deserves it? Isn't this compensation from Miss Zheng for using Sasa's fiancé?"

Fu Yucheng stared at Bai Xi coldly, but she showed no fear, even sticking her tongue out at him. Although Bai Xi studied in Yong City, she was originally from the North and came from an influential family. She wouldn't be afraid of the Fourth Young Master Fu.

Leng Sa sighed and said, "It seems that I won't be able to receive this compensation."

"Poor Sasa." Bai Xi gave her a loving hug and consoled her.

Leng Sa suddenly smirked, looking at Zheng Ying with a smile, "In that case, I'll remember to return the favor to Miss Zheng."

"What… what do you want?" Zheng Ying asked, feeling somehow intimidated by Leng Mingyue, who had always been unremarkable at school.

Indeed, Leng Mingyue was a renowned beauty in Yong City, and in terms of exquisite appearance, she even surpassed Zheng Ying. However, before this, she had mostly been seen as just a pretty face from a declining scholarly family.

Leng Sa said unhurriedly, "Home-wreckers will also be ruined by another."

"You…" Some words were easily understood even when crossing time and space.

Zheng Ying's face changed. She suddenly clutched her stomach and groaned, "It hurts!"

"Ahying, are you okay?" Fu Yucheng quickly embraced her, giving Leng Sa a resentful glare. However, due to Fu Fengcheng sitting nearby, he didn't dare to say much. He bent down, lifted Zheng Ying into his arms, and swiftly walked out. The few other girls who had come with them hurriedly followed. In a moment, more than half of the people in the store had left, making the previously crowded shop appear quite empty.

Xu Shaoming was secretly amazed. Young Madam's combat skills were formidable.

At the side, Leng Sa calmly flexed her wrist, "I can't believe I got cuckolded by such a gaming scrub. Thankfully, no one knows." If this incident were recorded and spread, wouldn't she be the laughingstock of those women?

"…" First Young Master, is there something wrong with the future Young Madam?