"Aunt invited me in, please don't get angry," Dong Bing said meekly, still standing behind Huang Yue Qin.
"I wanted her to help me with something that is of interest to you," Huang Yue Qin added as she dropped her red Birkin bag onto the huge worktable.
Feng Zhi studied her with an expressionless look, waiting for her to continue. Seeing that he didn't object, she went on.
"Since you've finally made a choice, I want Dong Bing to help with the arrangements. She's very good at these things," Huang Yue Qin said, waiting for his response.
An evil glint flashed through Feng Zhi's eyes. This was the perfect opportunity to let Dong Bing know he already had someone in mind. He couldn't help imagining her expression when she heard he was getting married—and that she would be the one planning it. She definitely wouldn't dare refuse his mother; that would be a death wish.
"I don't have an issue with that," he replied shortly and returned to his work.
Huang Yue Qin felt excited. She hadn't expected him to agree so easily, but it seemed he was in a good mood today.
Dong Bing, still confused, couldn't help but ask, "What occasion is it about?"
Huang Yue Qin gently held her hands and led her to the nearby couch. She was eager to tell her everything about Ling Mei—especially the interesting part about her being a model.
"Feng Zhi has finally decided to get married… a beautiful model, General Bao's granddaughter," Huang Yue Qin said cheerfully.
Dong Bing felt her world stop spinning.
Married?
To a model?
When did this happen? How long had they been dating? Did she make a huge mistake leaving the country to study?
Her thoughts spiraled out of control. Without thinking, she grabbed her purse and dashed out of the room, her high heels striking harshly against the marble floor. She ran all the way to her car parked outside, not caring how ridiculous she looked. People stopped to stare—wasn't she the same woman acting arrogantly just minutes ago?
Her personal driver, alarmed by her behavior, didn't dare ask questions and immediately drove her back to the Dong family villa.
Back in Feng Zhi's office, Huang Yue Qin stood frozen, stunned by what had just happened. She turned to Feng Zhi, but he hadn't even noticed—he was completely absorbed in his work.
Did something happen to my dear Bing?
Back at the Dong mansion, the car stopped in front of the house. Dong Bing rushed inside, ignoring her mother's greeting and the servants. She ran into her room and slammed the door shut.
She threw her purse onto the bed and collapsed onto the floor.
Feng Zhi was getting married.
That couldn't be true.
He had never dated anyone. He couldn't possibly love another woman. She wouldn't allow it—if she couldn't have him, no one else would.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her chest heaved violently. She pulled at her hair and screamed at the top of her lungs, as if she were losing her mind. She couldn't lose Feng Zhi. She wouldn't let any woman take him from her.
There was frantic knocking at the door, voices urging her to open it, but she didn't respond. She couldn't let anyone see her like this.
She lay helplessly on the floor, sobbing, whispering Feng Zhi's name over and over like a woman driven mad.
Huang Yue Qin left shortly after Dong Bing fled the office. Feng Zhi was too busy to entertain small talk. Just after she stepped out, her phone rang.
The caller ID showed: Dong Family Matriarch.
She quickly answered.
"Hello—"
"What did that stinking son of yours do to my daughter?" Mu Lin shouted through the phone.
Huang Yue Qin pulled the phone away from her ear, visibly shocked. She had expected a call confirming Dong Bing's safe arrival, not this accusation.
She cleared her throat. "Aren't you missing something?"
"Missing what?" Mu Lin snapped. "Dong Bing just ran into her room like a deranged person, and I'm certain she came from Feng Zhi's company!"
Huang Yue Qin grew even more confused. "She left Feng Zhi's office the same way. We were together. I only asked her to help plan Feng Zhi's wedding ceremony, but—"
"Feng Zhi's wedding ceremony?!" Mu Lin screamed.
For the second time, Huang Yue Qin yanked the phone away from her ear.
What exactly was wrong with this mother-and-daughter pair?