Just Let Me Spoil You, Miss

QC... If it was Qiao Wennuan's surname, then it was Feng Cheng.

Then, he clearly, obviously married her and was still waiting for a woman …

Too ironic, too laughable!

What did he take her, Mu Qinghuan, to be? Calling for help, waving it around?

"Before you answer, think carefully, I, Mu Qinghuan, am a person. I know pain, I know pain, I am a person!" With a mocking smile on her lips, Mu Qinghuan really wanted to hear what Feng Cheng had to say.

"What else could it be?" Feng Cheng's tone was full of confusion as he habitually reached out to press his hand on her waist. However, this time, Mu Qinghuan seemed to be avoiding some ferocious beast, and easily avoided it.

Feng Cheng blurted out, "QC is your father's company, Xia Clan, Hong Rui Company."

"Q, C... "What do these two letters mean?" On the way here, Mu Qinghuan had made countless of assumptions.

But no matter what the hypothesis was, it would be uncertain unless he personally admitted it.

Feng Cheng was shocked. As if he was looking at a stranger, he turned his cold face to the side and stared at her with his bottomless pupils.

His posture of being speechless caused the inside of Mu Qinghuan's heart to become completely cold.

"If you don't want to say it, then do you not want to say it, or do you disdain to say it?" Tilting her head, the tip of Mu Qinghuan's nose just happened to rest on his ear. Although she was very close to him, in the bottom of her heart, it was desolate.

Feng Cheng suddenly clenched her lower jaw tightly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

He'd thought that she'd come this time because her conscience told her that she wanted to accompany him for dinner. Unexpectedly, she'd come to interrogate him and ask him for the details.

"Alright then, I'll just say it all. QC, I'm talking about you and Qiao Wennuan, you've never forgotten about her, right?" After getting rid of Feng Cheng's restraints, Mu Qinghuan started trembling uncontrollably, but she closed her eyes and endured. She could not be like a shrew, but she could make Feng Cheng hate her even more.

She hadn't forgotten her original intention, which was to ask for an explanation, an answer.

He still didn't say anything. It seemed that he had nothing to say.

"Damn, you actually did this to me?" Clutching Feng Cheng's collar, Mu Qinghuan started to punch and kick him, but all of these were nothing in his eyes.

"That's my dad's company... Wuu wuu, this is too, ironic! "

He had clearly given her a present, yet he used Qiao Wennuan's name …

Can't you just think about her feelings?

He had never thought that if she knew of this one day, she would collapse. Would she be unable to accept it?

Since he had already married her, even going to the extent of paying a loss, buying Hongrui Company as a gift for her. But why did he use the crappy name QC?

Did he, did he ever see her as Mrs. Feng, did he ever, from the bottom of his heart, acknowledge her identity?

Or was it because he had lost Qiao Wennuan that made him think about the agreement he had with his father that year, and thus married her?

Then, she, Mu Qinghuan, would truly be a laughable spare tire.

Perhaps, it was still a laughable double …

Thinking about it this way, Mu Qinghuan had shamelessly seized the identity of Madam Feng …

It was clearly him who wanted to marry her, but why did everyone feel that she was a toad that wanted to eat swan meat?!

What's the big deal? What was there to be proud of?

Mu Qinghuan suddenly hated that teardrop mole on her face. She didn't want to look any similar to Qiao Wennuan.

Q, C, she knows...

Feng Cheng looked at her quietly, but he did not say a word, and maintained his silence.

"QC, I'll return it to you!" The fingers on the table clenched into a fist. Mu Qinghuan forced herself to stop crying.

"Mu, Qing, Huan, have you gone mad?"

In Feng Cheng's opinion, what Mu Qinghuan had just said was equivalent to throwing caution to the wind.

She kept saying that she wanted to protect her father's company, but at this moment, she easily gave up.

"It was originally yours. I should not have obtained it without working hard …" When Mu Qinghuan found out the actual owner of QC, she thought about giving the company to Feng Cheng. After all, her father had an agreement with him, she believed that he could manage the company well.

"I believe the company will grow better in your hands." This sentence was the truth. Mu Qinghuan would never joke around with Father's company.

However, she, Mu Qinghuan, still had some backbone left. She did not want the QC, she did not accept it, she would return it!

"You think I'm very free? Furthermore, since I've already given it away, I have no intention of taking it back! " With a funny look in his eyes, Feng Cheng immediately stood up and pinched Mu Qinghuan's lower jaw, "What do you take me to be?"

"What do you think I am?" But she was happy to think that Q was her name.

"I will resign... I can't accept this big gift of yours! "It's better if you take it back and give it to another woman. For example, Miss Qiao …" With that, Mu Qinghuan lowered her gaze and stood straight with her waist bent at the same time. After taking three steps back, she coldly turned around and was about to leave.

Just as Mu Ke was about to lift her foot, Mu Qinghuan suddenly turned her head and fiercely glared at Feng Cheng. Disappointed, she pushed open the door!

"Halt!" His big and sturdy body circled around the table, and with a few steps, Feng Cheng caught him.

"Every time, other than ordering me to stop, what else would you say?" After hearing his commanding tone, Mu Qinghuan covered her ears tightly, "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it anymore! I'm not your pet, so you should treat me better when you're happy. If you're impatient, feel free to give me instructions! "

"Where in the world would there be such a disobedient pet like you?" Feng Cheng had never seen her as a pet!

Mu Qinghuan laughed and raised her palm towards his face, "Do you think I'm your wife for even a minute?"

He did not expect that Mu Qinghuan's palm would actually land on him, so Feng Cheng hid in disdain.

When the palm struck, Mu Qinghuan's face suddenly froze. She thought that she would dodge.

"Have you vented your anger?" Narrowing his eyes in danger, Feng Cheng reached out a hand, and grabbed onto her palm tightly!

Her fingers had gone numb. Mu Qinghuan instantly sensed that the palm strike was fast, urgent, and fierce.

"I'm asking you, is that enough?" Feng Cheng suddenly asked!

Mu Qinghuan did not make a sound. She was furious to the extreme, but hitting someone was not right. She should not have attacked him, but right now, it was too late for her to regret it.

"You're asking me, QC, what exactly is it? Fine, I'll tell you now, Qiao Wennuan and I …"

When Feng Cheng's words finally came to an end, Mu Qinghuan was no longer able to control herself. Tears immediately rolled down her face …