C6 I Hope You will Treat Her Well

Now that he was her husband, Shen Qingli wouldn't pass up this chance.

"I overheard your conversation with your father," the man suddenly said. "Yunyi, I know you've always despised your stepmother and sister, haven't you?"

Fu Yunyi sighed softly and nodded. "Honestly, sometimes I even resent my father."

She resented his cowardice, his coldness, and the fact that he was a father who shirked all responsibility.

Shen Qingli effortlessly deciphered her emotions. He caught her fluttering veil and brought it to his nose, inhaling lightly. "In that case, why not embrace your role as Mrs. Shen and get the ultimate revenge?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"If they're so eager to see you unhappy, then I, Shen Qingli, will lift you up for all to see. Everyone will know you are Mrs. Shen. Isn't that the perfect way to get back at them?"

The man had a clear plan: flaunt their love publicly, and then take the chance to sweep this little lady off her feet, leaving nothing behind.

Shen Qingli had already mapped out every detail in his mind. He glanced down at her uncertain expression, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

If she became pregnant later on, even if she sensed something amiss, it would be too late to escape.

Fu Yunyi felt a warm breath brush past her ear and lifted her head, her smooth forehead meeting his lips.

The soft sensation through the veil made her cheeks flush, and she tried to dodge, but Shen Qingli was already teasing her with a raised eyebrow. "We haven't even had our wedding night, and you're already this eager for intimacy?"

"Shen Qingli!"

Embarrassed, Fu Yunyi pushed him away. "Keep your distance. It's improper for men and women to be so close!"

Shen Qingli didn't heed her words and instead smiled coyly. "So, what do you think? Will you accept my proposal?"

His voice was deep and enticing, with an undercurrent of seduction.

These terms might seem appealing to other women, but Fu Yunyi, with her clear mind and composed demeanor, wasn't quick to agree. Instead, she pondered deeply, her brows knit together.

With a hint of uncertainty, she voiced her thoughts, "But what's in it for you if I do this?"

Fu Yunyi had grown up alongside Shen Qingli, and she was well aware that he was not the type to show mercy.

He was Shen Qingli, a man with a hidden agenda, and everything he did was sure to benefit him.

"Can't let go of your concerns?" The man quirked an eyebrow. "What if I told you that I simply wanted to help you out of the goodness of my heart?"

"Impossible!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Fu Yunyi's tone was resolute, "You're not that kind-hearted."

Although her words were meant to be disparaging, Shen Qingli didn't react with anger. Instead, he broke into a radiant smile.

"True to form, my wife, Fu Yunyi, you are incredibly astute."

Shen Qingli casually crossed his long legs. "My desires are straightforward. I'll work with you to seek vengeance against your stepmother and family. All I need in return is for you to secure 10% of your company's shares for me."

That was his ultimate aim.

After mulling it over, Fu Yunyi softly inquired, "So, your decision to marry me was to acquire the shares? Was this your grandfather's wish?"

"No, Grandfather genuinely likes you, which is why he wants you to become Mrs. Shen."

Otherwise, why not use Fu Jianing for the shares? Why insist on Fu Yunyi?

Her reasoning seemed sound, and Fu Yunyi nodded in agreement. "In that case, I accept your terms!"

"As long as you can help me get back at my family, I can secure that 10% of the shares for you."

"Is that a deal, then? Shall we pinky swear?"

Shen Qingli, with a playful grin, extended his elegant hand, his fingers long, pale, and well-defined. He presented his pinky to her, as exquisite as that of an artist.

Fu Yunyi chuckled. "Young Master Shen, you're still into such childish gestures?"

"Don't you remember? We used to do this all the time as kids." Not waiting for her reply, Shen Qingli assertively hooked her pinky with his, their fingers intertwining.

As their skin touched, it seemed as though something was dissolving between them, and an inexplicable sensation was gradually intensifying.

Ten minutes had passed since Shen Qingli had led Fu Yunyi away, and the wedding was overdue to start. The guests were growing restless with speculation, yet the pair in white had yet to make their appearance at the club.

Ning Jingshu clutched her diamond-studded handbag with a look of unexpected irritation. She addressed Fu Guoyi with a sarcastic tone, "Could it be that the Second Miss Fu is reluctant to marry? How undisciplined can she be?"

"What do you mean by that, dear mother-in-law?" Fu Guoyi replied with a forced smile. "Qingli just took her outside. They must be discussing something important."

Ning Jingshu, who had always disapproved of Fu Yunyi's casual and independent demeanor, could not hide her displeasure on her otherwise beautifully maintained face.

"Auntie—"