Chapter 125

"Huh? What is that?" Eva asked curiously, pointing to something lying on the carpet at Yu Wenxi's feet.

Yu Wenxi was startled by her words and suddenly felt a void in his hand. He quickly looked down to see a teardrop-shaped piece of sky blue lying alone on the white shag carpet. It was strikingly conspicuous, and his tongue felt stiff and numb.

"Er... that is..." Yu Wenxi did not know how to explain. He was afraid—afraid that this object would remind her of that man, the one who, no matter the time or place, always stirred the depths of her heart.

However, Eva did not wait for his answer; she crouched down and picked it up herself.

"Oh, it's a necklace," Eva said, picking it up and examining it closely. Before she knew it, her eyes and brows were filled with adoration.

Yu Wenxi felt a pang in his heart. As expected, Eva’s cheerful voice rang out, "What a beautiful necklace! Would you give it to me? I like it so much!"

Yu Wenxi looked at her joyful gaze, and his heart ached all the more. But what could he do?

She could never forget that man.

Even now, whenever something related to him appeared, she always found herself liking it for no reason at all.

"Do you... really like it?" Yu Wenxi’s mouth felt bitter; so many words seemed stuck in his throat.

Eva didn't notice the strange look on his face; she was completely absorbed in the beautiful, teardrop-shaped blue necklace.

"Yes, I really love it!" Then, Eva couldn't help but touch it, adding, "I don't know why, but as soon as I saw it, it felt so familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before."

"Is that so? So, you feel a sense of familiarity when you see it," Yu Wenxi said softly.

"Yes, it's strange, isn't it?" Eva also found it incredible.

"So, no matter what you become, you always remember him," Yu Wenxi thought, a sharp pain piercing his heart as he looked at the bright, spirited smile on Eva's lovely face.

"What did you say?"

"I said, as long as you like it, I’ll give it to you." Yu Wenxi was smiling, but it looked exceptionally bitter.

"Really? Are you really willing to give it to me?" Eva finally tore her gaze away from the necklace and looked at Yu Wenxi, only then noticing that something was wrong. "What's wrong? You look terrible—are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing. I probably stayed in the bathroom too long and got a bit dizzy," Yu Wenxi said with a smile.

"I should have Dr. Bentley come and take a look at you later."

"No need, I'll be fine after a rest. Don't go to the trouble," Yu Wenxi shook his head, refusing. A trace of sweetness crept into his bitter heart.

"That won't do. Your health is your greatest asset; you can't be careless," Eva insisted, looking at his pale face.

Yu Wenxi gazed at her concerned expression, feeling a warmth in his chest. He nodded and compromised with a smile, "Alright, I'll do whatever you say."

*You still care about me. That's good.*

"There, that's a good boy." Eva smiled with satisfaction. She placed the necklace in Yu Wenxi's palm, turned around, and said urgently, "Come on, help me put it on."

Yu Wenxi looked at the necklace in his hand, then at Eva’s fair neck. Finally, a glint flashed in his eyes, and without a word, he silently fastened the necklace for her.

Eva touched the pendant resting against her collarbone and looked at Yu Wenxi expectantly. "George, does it look good?" There was a hint of nervousness in her violet eyes.

Yu Wenxi smiled, "It looks beautiful. Everything looks beautiful on you."

"Hehe, I knew it! Since I like it so much, it must suit me!" Eva kept looking at the necklace happily, then said to Yu Wenxi in a rush, "It’s getting late, I’m going back to sleep. Remember to let Dr. Bentley check on you."

"Yes, I know. Go get some rest; you've had a long day," Yu Wenxi said considerately.

"I know. You rest well, too," Eva said, turning and walking away cheerfully.

***

At the Huai Te Villa, Feng Qingquan, under the triumphant gaze and hearty laughter of Arthur, washed away his favorite nth-degree opera mask, revealing his true face.

Arthur looked at Feng Qingquan’s clear, bright features and nodded with satisfaction. "Hmm, that’s better. Much easier on the eyes."

"Hmph, you foreigner with no taste!" Feng Qingquan glared at Arthur, acting dismissive.

Arthur’s smile vanished instantly. He cast a dangerous look at Feng Qingquan and asked in a chilling tone, "What did you say?"

"I said, you foreigner with no taste!" Feng Qingquan repeated, still fearless of death.

Even Hill, standing nearby, couldn't help but feel his eyes well up—*Young Master Feng, your courage is truly worth admiring! You are the only one who dares to step on this landmine, and you do it with such righteous indignation!*

"You—" Arthur pointed at Feng Qingquan in anger, but was interrupted.

"What about me? What is our relationship? Do you think I don’t know exactly what you’re worth? You, who can’t seem to master Chinese culture no matter how hard you try—how could you possibly appreciate our national treasure? What a joke!"

Arthur was truly furious now. This wretched brat was always working against him!

And so, another World War began.

Seeing that the situation was turning ugly, Hill immediately slipped out of the living room to watch from the sidelines.

Eventually, amidst the smoke and chaos of the living room, the war ended. It ended with Feng Qingquan’s defeat.

Pinned to the sofa by Arthur, Feng Qingquan still provoked him, "Hmph, you brute! I will never admit defeat!"

"Hmph, I know that duck-mouth of yours will always be this stubborn!" Arthur said with disdain. He released Feng Qingquan and lay back on the sofa, panting.

Seeing that Arthur had let him go, Feng Qingquan also lay back on the sofa. Once his breathing had steadied, he asked casually, "Why is that girl at the Weiting house? How could you and Avril Weiting get engaged? What kind of scheme are you cooking up?"

Arthur glanced at him, and then a wicked, enchanting smile bloomed on his seductive face. He said meaningfully, "You’ll know soon enough!"

***

At the Weiting Castle, Yu Wenxi kept staring at the door where Eva had left, until a seductive male voice sounded.

"If you just keep following her with your eyes like that, I’m afraid you’ll never win her over."

Hearing this, Yu Wenxi knew who it was without looking. He didn't acknowledge the intruder, simply turning around as if nothing had happened, walking to the bed to sit down, and picking up a book to read, completely ignoring the man.

The man leaning against the doorframe watched Yu Wenxi’s indifference, his eyes flickering, but he still walked over with a smile on his lips.

"Perhaps this is your way of pursuing a lady, but I must say, your methods are terrible, George."

Indeed, the man was Mr. Weiting.

"This is none of your business," Yu Wenxi said coldly.

"How is this not my business? You are my—" Mr. Weiting’s refined composure was finally punctured by Yu Wenxi’s days of coldness, and he said with some anger.

"Shut up!" Yu Wenxi’s gaze shot toward Mr. Weiting like a cold arrow, as if he would "bleed him on the spot" if he said another word.

Mr. Weiting’s heart shook, and his expression suddenly turned dark and unfathomable. He stared at Yu Wenxi with a chilling look.

"George, even if you try your hardest to deny it, you still cannot hide our connection!"

"I have already told you, we have no connection whatsoever." Yu Wenxi remained cold, instantly extinguishing Mr. Weiting's fury and leaving him with a sharp sense of pain!

"Fine, let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about something else."

"I don't think we have anything to talk about."

Mr. Weiting clenched his hands into fists, trying hard to control his emotions, and said calmly, "I want to talk about Eva." Mr. Weiting’s gaze remained fixed on Yu Wenxi, observing his every move, but Yu Wenxi only twitched his eyebrows slightly without saying a word.

Mr. Weiting continued, "I intend to host a banquet to announce your engagement."

Of course, that was not the only thing.

Mr. Weiting spoke with great triumph, watching Yu Wenxi steadily, fearing he might miss the slightest ripple of emotion.

And indeed—Yu Wenxi lifted his head instantly, storms brewing in his sea-blue eyes. He stared daggers at Mr. Weiting and asked in a grim voice, "What did you say?"

Mr. Weiting immediately put on an innocent expression, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and said, "I think you heard me quite clearly." In truth, he was overjoyed inside.

"Say it again?!" Yu Wenxi shouted, his sea-blue eyes practically spitting fire.

"I said, I am going to announce your engagement to Eva at an upcoming banquet." Mr. Weiting said it very calmly.

"Who gave you permission?" Yu Wenxi demanded.

"When I do things, I don't need anyone else's permission," Mr. Weiting’s tone turned cold, no longer as nonchalant as before.

"The decision you’re making concerns me, not you. What right do you have to make decisions without asking for my will?" The vein on Yu Wenxi’s temple throbbed.

"Am I not asking for your will right now?" Mr. Weiting wore a smile again, though it did not reach his eyes.

"Is this what you call asking for an opinion?" Yu Wenxi sneered.

"I think you will agree," Mr. Weiting ignored Yu Wenxi’s burning rage and continued, "Otherwise, why do you think I had Eva take the surname Weiting?" Mr. Weiting’s eyes held a touch of contempt. "It was for this very purpose!"

"I will not agree," Yu Wenxi said through gritted teeth.

"No matter. I will give you time to consider," Mr. Weiting waved his hand dismissively. "However, I hope you don't take too long," he added, looking at Yu Wenxi meaningfully. "After all, you know her identity well—it doesn't allow for much hesitation."

Yu Wenxi’s heart trembled. Yes, Eva’s identity—it would not allow him to think for too long, because that man could snatch her away from his side at any moment!

But—

"I will not agree, not at this time." Despite the terror in his heart, Yu Wenxi’s character still did not permit him to do such a thing!

Mr. Weiting felt a flare of anger and couldn't help but say, "How can you have no backbone at all?! You are nothing like—"

"Shut up!" Yu Wenxi interrupted him, his gaze icy.

Mr. Weiting felt a shiver at that emotionless look, but still couldn't help but say, "You will change your mind!" With that, he turned and left in a huff. Yu Wenxi had never expected that he would succumb and change his mind so quickly.