Mi Yao could feel Feng Yueming's gaze growing heavier by the moment, ominous and intimidating.
She felt innocent; caught in the crossfire of a power struggle between the President and Feng Yueming, she had become an easy target. Indeed, this meal was turning out to be anything but pleasant.
"Second brother," Huangfu Jianxu spoke up at that point, looking towards Feng Yueming, "Ruo Ling and I have set a date for our wedding. You must come and celebrate with us."
Ruo Ling?
Mi Yao's eyes shifted to the stunning beauty next to Huangfu Jianxu. Her name was Ruo Ling, the future Crown Princess Consort?
Mi Yao then glanced back at Feng Yueming and saw his piercing eyes fixed deeply on Ruo Ling.
What was happening? Could it be that Feng Yueming also... had feelings for Ruo Ling?
Ruo Ling gave Feng Yueming a look, her icy demeanor showing not a trace of warmth.
