Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 116 Typhoon is Coming

Fei Shan smiles when Yan Hua stares blankly at him.

“Speechless with surprise?”

“No, I’m actually too scared to speak.” Yan Hua gives him a stern look, “You do have nothing to do?”

Fei Shan shakes his head, “Is it incredible that I like you?”

Yan Hua glances at him and lowers her head to eat.

“I’m serious.” He asks in a solemn way, “Could you give me a chance?”

“We are not suitable.” Yan Hua answers, “I’m a widow with a son. But you’re a famous actor with a great potential. You will meet better ones in the future.”

Fei Shan smiles, “What’s the better ones?”

“In terms of appearances, probably there’s none.” She analyzes to him primly, “But there are many families that are richer and better than yours. Don’t you all pay attention to the right ones of equal social status?”

“All but our family.” Fei Shan raises his eyebrows, “Look at my brother and sister-in-law, you will know.”

She shakes her head, “We are not suitable anyway.”

“So who’s right? You mean Lang Ruoxian?”

Yan Hua is stunned and Fei Shan quickly adds, “It was not my sister-in-law but me who saw the truth last time. The way he looked at you was too obvious. I’m not blind.”

“We are innocent.” Yan Hua says, even though she loved Lang Ruoxian before, she would never do it again.

Fei Shan offers her a piece of fish, “Does he think so? I don’t think he is going to give up just because of what happened overseas.”

“He’ll quit, sooner or later.” She puts down her chopsticks, “If that’s what you’re going to say today, you will be disappointed.”

“Don’t be hurry to refuse me.” He smiles, “Look, what can you do if Lang Ruoxian keeps pestering you? You live in Lang’s mansion, you can’t leave and escape but confront him.”

Thinking about Lang Ruoxian, Yan Hua becomes speechless.

“All will be different if you choose me.” Our Fei Family is on par with Lang Consortium and I’m not afraid of Lang Ruoxian at all. So I am your best bet.

Fei Shan changes his mind at the last moment and swallows those words. For he feels that there is no chance at all if he says in that way.

“I know what you mean, but I don’t need it.” Yan Hua grins as expected, “Should I fight Lang Family for the custody of my son Gungun, and take him away?”

“I will despise myself for doing this.” She lowers her head, “Please stop saying, we are not right.”

Although it was Lang Hongyue who threatened her at first, others at Lang Family were kind to her and her son Gungun. There may be troubles and disputes later, but not now.

“OK!” Fei Shan raises his two hands, “But don’t stop me from pursing you. Give me a fair shot at least.”

The meal causes Yan Hua a stomachache. She glares at Fei Ying when she receives Gungun, “You knew it, didn’t you?”

“No, no, no. Just a little earlier than you!” Fei Ying puts out her little finger, “So how about that? You turned my bother down?”

Yan Hua ignores her, and Fei Ying begs, “In fact, my brother is really nice. He’s as good-looking as Lang Ruoxian, right? Though he doesn’t run a company like him, he is never short of money. Besides, he owns half of the Fei Consortium!”

“Gungun, let’s go home.” Yan Hua picks up her son, turns her head and casts Fei Ying aside, “Next time you do this, I’ll send you to the Foundation to work every day.”

Fei Ying smiles and waves goodbye.

Yan Hua underestimated the ability of the paparazzi, and next day she hits again the headlines...

“Fei Shan and Yan Hua Dined Intimately, is a Suspected Marriage Approaching?” Yan Hua smiles helplessly at the headline and phones Fei Shan, “How are you going to deal with it?”

“Do you suspect that I asked the media to expose on purpose?” Fei Shan asks cautiously.

“No.” She replies without doubt, “You’re not that stupid.”

“Haha!” Fei Shan laughs, “Surely I am not. Rest assured. I can settle it later by posting a message on micro blog.

Yan Hua doesn’t know what he is going to do, but she has a hunch he could handle it. There are new headlines after she finishes bathing her son.

@Fei Shan, you didn’t have to join my dinner with Yan Hua. Well, see what happens now! I won’t take you out to dinner anymore.

Above is Fei Ying’s tweet, which is re-tweeted by Fei Shan at almost the same time.

Followers online do feel a pity that it turned out to be a common dinner between two lady-bros and their idol just joint them for a free meal. Therefore, there are many fans shouting and calling to get Fei Shan and Yan Hua together. Some even says that if they have a baby, no one can image how beautiful it will be.

“President Lang is also handsome, Yan Hua may have a prettier baby with him.” Someone online proposes, but the view is soon inundated with other comments. Lang Ruoxian hits the table angrily with his fist, making his staff tremble with fear.

Sitting around the meeting table, a circle of people look at each other in surprise and then they all look at Shu Sheng.

Shu Sheng waves his hand and the staff quietly leave with a look of gratitude. The conference room is soon empty.

“Young Master,” Shu Sheng has to remind him, “If Miss Yan doesn’t forgive you, I’m afraid you will be angry again. So you’d better get used to it early.”

Lang Ruoxian gives him a cold look, “Anything wrong with me?”

“Out of control.” Shu Sheng holds his glasses up, “You haven’t lost control for years.”

Right... Lang Ruoxian has learned how to handle his temper after that affair, but now...

Knowing he himself is in a wrong mood, Lang Ruoxian rubs between his eyebrows. After staring at the air for a while, he opens his mouth, “Give me the car keys. I’m going out.”

Yan Hua now tries not to go downstairs at night, for fear of meeting Lang Ruoxian. Especially today, the headline about Fei Shan and her worries herself a little. But it is unexpected that Lang Ruoxian hasn’t back by 11 o’clock.

“It is really...” Yan Hua laughs at herself, thinking she is looking for trouble.

Isn’t just right that he doesn’t come back?

No one knows when the rain arrives and it gets harder and harder. Yan Hua looks out of the window to watch the rare heavy rainwater in November. When she is ready for bed after her daily bath, the rainfall, instead of abating, turns to be stronger with the wind whistling.

“Madam Hua!” The house maid knocks her door.

Yan Hua puts on clothes to open the door and the house maid tells her worriedly, “The news just issued a warning that a typhoon may be coming.”

“Typhoon?” Yan Hua turns around to grasp her phone and sees the notification.

“The weather bureau didn’t detect it earlier, saying it is a sudden cloud form somewhere.” The house maid is anxious, “If the typhoon does come, we won’t be able to get out.”

The Lang’s mansion is next to the sea. When typhoons arrive, people can’t get the window out, let alone the track and road.

“We usually prepare the food in advance. But today is such a sudden that we don’t have any vegetable left at home.” The house maid is still bothered. To serve the fresh dishes at home, she always buys the ingredient the same day she cooks.

Yan Hua thinks about it and says, “It’s fine, as long as we have main food and water. Go to bed first! The typhoon may not really arrive anyway.”

Even saying so, as she lay in bed, listening to the whistling wind and raindrops that hitting the windows, she begins to be scared. She tucks the quilt over her son, then closes her eyes: sleep on it, and wait until tomorrow...

“Young Master, we can’t go back.” Shu Sheng hangs up his phone, “Highways are all blocked.”

Lang Ruoxian stands by the window, watching the rain outside. Bai County is a small county near G City and it’s not greatly affected by typhoons because it is on the other side of the sea.

“Take the first-class highway.” Lang Ruoxian picks his coat up.

Shu Sheng stops him, “Young Master, the typhoon landed already.”

Yan Hua wakes up by the storm and sees her son rubbing his eyes. The wind is still howling outside, and the rain is beating hard against the window as if they may rush in at any moment.

“Mommy...” Gungun nuzzles into her arms and points to the curtain, “Rain hard!”

Yan Hua looks at her phone. It’s past seven in the morning. She dresses her son and pulls back the curtains to see the weather–it’s too cloudy outside to tell the sky from the earth, and everything is enveloped in a shroud of rain.

Gungun presses his face against the window and shivers with coldness, “Mommy?”

He has never seen such weather, so he is not sure whether it is raining or not.

“It’s typhoon.” Yan Hua takes out a children’s book on the weather and turns to the page of the typhoon, “See, it is a very very strong wind, that can blow people and houses away.”

Staring at the drawings on the page, Gungun throws himself into his mother’s arms, “I don’t want to be blown away... Don’t!”

“As long as we stay in the house, we won’t be blown away.” Yan Hua takes him to wash his face and brush the teeth.

But because of his mother’s words, Gungun doesn’t dare to approach the window, and stays far away from it for the whole day.

“Madam Hua!” Two house maids downstairs has prepared the breakfast and they both look out anxiously.

“We have side dishes for breakfast, but what do we have for lunch? There is only white rice left for main food...”

Yan Hua touches Gungun’s head, “There are so many food stored in the house. It’s okay, we’ll take for lunch whatever we have, instant noodles, pickles, bacon and so forth.”

None of these matters to Yan Hua.

But two house maids continue muttering that how can Gungun have instant noodles for meal, which is bad for his physical development. Finally, Yan Hua gives up persuading and admits that complaining is useless and the left few food is all for lunch anyway.

Fortunately, there is still the supply of power and water at home, and communication signals for phones as well. Fei Ying and Fei Shan both call Yan Hua to inquire about her situation. Fei Ying even yells to come to the villa while Fei Shan grasps her phone to interrupt the thought.

“Mommy!” It’s almost noon when Gungun is sitting on the carpet watching cartoons, and suddenly he cries out.

Yan Hua is shopping online and looks up in surprise to see the parasol in the yard has blown away and its broken frame is caught by the branches of a tree. She remembers that under the umbrella was a giant iron pier that would never be puffed away...

“Don’t blow Gungun away!” Gungun pats his own chest and says. He may think that the wind can blow away such a big parasol, not to mention his little body that might be easily puffed into the high sky. So he tries to comfort himself, “Gungun won’t go out.”

Yan Hua laughs and rewards him a peeled orange, “Yes, it can’t blow Gungun away. Mommy is here!”

Lunch is chiefly made up of rice and its taste is surprisingly good. Yan Hua has to admire the cooking technique of the house maids, who make a creation to mix and fry pineapple, bacon and rice together, then pan-broil some washed pickles as side dish.

“The weather forecast says, the typhoon won’t leave until tomorrow.” Gungun is having a snap after lunch, so Yan Hua chats with Fei Ying on WeChat.

Fei Ying asks, “Isn’t Lang Ruoxian at home?”

Yan Hua answers, “No, he isn’t.”

Fei Ying sends a smirk emoji, “I’m asking for my brother.”

Since Fei Ying mentioned Lang Ruoxian, Yan Hua puts down her phone and looks out at the chaotic sky: where on earth is this guy...