In a room decorated with classic elegance, the lights were dim and yellowish.
Gu Changqing was lazily sitting on the sofa, sipping the red wine in her cup. Her eyes slightly drunk, the look on her face revealed an unexplainable sense of regret...
Today, was her first day replacing her twin sister, Gu Changxin, in the Feng family.
This Feng family is the top wealthy family in Kyoto.
And Gu Changxin is the real Mistress of the Feng family!
Two days ago, her father Gu Hongsen suddenly approached her, asking her to pretend to be her sister, to enter the Feng family, and live there for a year.
Gu Changqing found it rather amusing.
When she was eight, her father abandoned her and her mother, took her twin sister, and for more than a decade he did not inquire about her, nor did he even take a glance at her.
Who would have thought, when he finally showed up again, it was for such a request!
If she could, she didn't want to have anything to do with such a father at all.
However, she had no choice but to agree...
Her mother, who had been her sole support, was seriously ill and needed a large amount of medical expenses, she was truly helpless, and could only agree to this deal.
"Ji Fengyun, my affection for you, ends here! From now on, I am the Mistress of the Feng family..."
Gu Changqing murmured a sentence, and poured the last sip of wine in the cup into her mouth.
The spicy liquid entered her throat, the faint bitterness also seeped into her heart.
It took her a good while to recuperate, her eyes finally showing a decisive gleam.
For her mother, she was willing to do anything!
From this moment forward, she should step into the role of Gu Changxin!
Although her personality greatly differed from Gu Changxin, she had to endure it for a year no matter what.
During this year, she could only hope her nominal husband would continue to stay in Europe and not return.
By that time, she would take the money and leave, severing all ties between them!
...
At this time, The United Kingdom, at London airport.
Under the night sky, a flight to Kyoto was about to depart.
In the first-class cabin, a man with an intimidating demeanor sat sternly.
He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, which accentuated his broad-shouldered and slender physique. His black trousers gracefully encapsulated his long legs, exuding a reserved allure.
The light spilled onto his sculpturally chiseled face, casting an inextinguishable play of shadows. His facial features were so breathtakingly handsome, they seemed to be God's finest creation.
His eyes were slightly closed, brows slightly furrowed as if in a light sleep, and an icy aura that seems to push people thousands of miles away was looming over him.
A stewardess in uniform passed by and saw this scene. She then turned off the overhead light for him.
With a 'click', the man in deep sleep was startled awake.
He abruptly opened his sharp eyes.
A dim light met his gaze.
His breath suddenly stilled, as if a dark vortex had appeared before him. An invisible tentacle stretched out from the vortex, seeming to drag him in.
The man's breathing quickened instantly, and a cold sweat broke out on his smooth forehead.
He gritted his teeth, nearly shouting a name, "Xu Yi!!!"
Moments later, a slender figure walked in from outside, politely greeted, "President!"
The man was gasping for breath and didn't reply, but Xu Yi swiftly reacted to the bad situation and hurriedly turned on the light.
Soon, the light illuminated every corner.
"President? How are you?" Xu Yi asked anxiously.
No wonder he was so nervous. His boss's fear of the dark has been a known issue for a while!
A vein on Feng Jingyao's forehead was slightly protruding, his mood still not calmed.
Xu Yi hurriedly took out a bottle of tranquilizers from his pocket, poured out a pill, fed it into Feng Jingyao's mouth, then brought a glass of water for him to drink.
After a long while, Feng Jingyao finally recovered, his handsome face a bit pale.
Xu Yi sighed a breath of relief, then sharply glared at the flight attendant, berating, "Didn't I instruct that the first-class cabin's light is not to be turned off? What were you doing?"
The flight attendant was scared and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I only saw him resting so I turned off the light, I didn't expect this to happen."
"Can a mere apology erase your faults? If something happens to our president, can you shoulder the responsibility?" Xu Yi scolds vehemently.
"I’m really sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose." The flight attendant continuously apologizes with an expression close to tears.
Xu Yi coldly sniffs, "If it wasn't for our private plane needing repairs, we wouldn't have had to deal with this..."
"Xu Yi, enough."
At this point, Feng Jingyao interrupts Xu Yi's speech, his voice filled with an undeniable authority.
Feeling compelled, Xu Yi shuts his mouth, turns to the stewardess and says, "Get out."
The flight attendant hurriedly leaves.
Left with only two people in the cabin, Xu Yi inquires with concern, "Mr. President, how are you feeling? Do you need to return home to see a doctor? It's still not too late to disembark..."
"No need." Feng Jingyao responds indifferently.
Xu Yi looks at him, his eyes expressing concern and disagreement, "But Mr. President, you've been in meetings all day, shouldn't you return home to rest?"
"I can rest here."
"…Alright." Xu Yi, unable to sway him, concedes reluctantly, asking with certain confusion, "Mr. President, I don’t understand why the old master has chosen to call you back to the country at this time? Our overseas business has been booming. At this critical moment, calling you back, did something happen at home?"
"Nothing happened at home, it's just that my grandfather wants to hold his great-grandson. Rather than dealing with his constant nagging, it's better to fulfill his wish."
Feng Jingyao’s nonchalant response betrays no emotional ups and downs.
At this, Xu Yi momentarily loses his composure, "This... Mr. President, are you really planning to have a child with the young mistress?"
