Chapter 8 Who is he?

He had seen this word on TV before, and it probably meant "husband." Ning Che accepted it very quickly.

Now that you are married, you always have to put on a good show in front of others.

But why should I call him husband, not him?

Ning Che looked over at Fu Chengyun, who was still chatting with the crowd. He looked gentle and elegant, but the raised corners of his mouth were completely false.

Ning Che looked around. The entire banquet hall was magnificent and splendid, far more imposing than the largest hall of the Demon Cult. Inside, the crowd was bustling with people, chatting and laughing, a peaceful and lively atmosphere, but no one had any connection to him.

If it weren't for the big tree of Fu Chengyun leaning on her, those smiles when raising their glasses to greet each other would probably have turned into ruthless and cold stares.

He snorted coldly.

When I recover my internal strength, I will definitely create another glory! By then, I will make Fu Chengyun, that hypocritical ghost, crawl at my feet and call me husband!

A waiter walked up to Ning Che and brought him back from his reverie of grand ambitions.

"Hello, Mr. Ning. Mr. Fu would like to invite you over."

"Where are you going?"

"Please follow me." The waiter made a gesture of invitation and bowed slightly.

Ning Che stood still and just placed the wine glass in his hand on the waiter's tray.

He was thinking about whether to inform Fu Chengyun. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place and he didn't know what would happen if he went to meet his father rashly.

As Ning Che was pondering, a pair of large hands wrapped around his waist. The scent of cedar was very faint, as if deliberately restrained, interweaving into a thin net as thin as a cicada's wing, enveloping Ning Che, enough to make him feel a little safe in this unfamiliar environment.

Fu Chengyun whispered in Ning Che's ear, "Don't be afraid, I'll go with you."

Ning Che rolled his eyes in his heart: You are the one who is afraid!

The two of them were led by the waiter and went up to the second floor together.

Before the wedding officially began, no activities were scheduled. The guests, mostly from various families or business partners, gathered in small groups to chat and exchange pleasantries, and by the way, they might also discuss cooperation with their own companies.

The hall was bustling with people, and no one would notice who was missing among the dozens of people.

In the lounge on the second floor, Fu Chen was sitting on the sofa, holding up a document and carefully examining it. Behind him stood a young man in a suit and tie. Seeing the two people enter, the young man greeted them respectfully. "Mr. Fu."

Fu Chengyun nodded slightly, took Ning Che in his arms and walked to the coffee table, respectfully calling him "Dad".

Fu Chen didn't even raise his eyelids. He threw the documents in his hand onto the table and said coldly, "I only called him here. Why did you come with me?"

Fu Chengyun smiled slightly, "Cheche has a bad temper. I was afraid that he would make you unhappy, so I came to check on him." As he spoke, he tightened his arms around the person.

Ning Che couldn't help but feel the hairs on his body stand on end at the mention of the word 'Cheche'. He had heard many names for him, mostly "little bastard", "yellow-haired brat", "dead brat", and later on, "incense master", "hall master", "honored master".

He could endure anything, be it malice, fear, or respect, but he had no immunity to this affectionate name.

But Fu Chengyun seemed determined to fight to the end on this matter, and still spared no effort to show the love between husband and wife in front of Fu Chen.

He helped Ning Che sit down and said, "You are pregnant, don't stand all the time."

Ning Che then remembered that the omega he was playing was pregnant. Although he didn't know how a man could conceive, he had accepted television and cars, and he accepted conception even faster.

As he sat down, he glanced at Fu Chen, whose face darkened even further. He said impatiently, "Alright. This is Lawyer Li. Let him explain the contents of this contract."

The young man behind him adjusted his glasses and placed the documents on the coffee table in front of Ning Che. He said, "Mr. Ning, please take a look. This is a prenuptial property division agreement. If you and Mr. Fu divorce, you will automatically give up all the property divided between the couple. This is what is called leaving the house empty-handed. During the marriage, you only have the right to use the Fu family's property yourself, not to control it."

"And you must promise that during the continuation of your marriage, you will quit your current job and will not participate in the operation of the company in any form."

Lawyer Li explained simply and clearly, then he lowered his hands and looked at Ning Che.

Ning Che probably understood what he heard, and looked up and asked him, "What you mean is that I can't work, and you won't give me a penny."

The dark thoughts of those rich people must be expressed in high-sounding words. If that is not possible, then they must be expressed in extremely professional and difficult terms, preferably not in human language.

Lawyer Li was used to this kind of nonsensical communication style. This was the first time he had heard his daughter-in-law from the upper class speak so bluntly. He was choked for a moment, and he felt ashamed for Fu Chen.

But in order to keep his job, he still tried to pretend to be professional and make amends for Fu Chen. "No, Mr. Ning, you can enjoy all the material life that Mr. Fu provides you during your marriage."

"Oh." Ning Che's face remained expressionless. He blinked his big eyes twice, thought for a moment, and then asked, "So, if I leave your son, I will starve to death?"

Fu Chen knew he was in the wrong, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't answer.

Lawyer Li could only smile awkwardly and said, "Yes."

"Oh, what a good calculation!" Ning Che laughed out loud. He turned to look at Fu Chengyun and said sarcastically, "It seems that your family's money is all saved!"

Fu Chengyun smiled upon hearing this. He didn't care at all about Ning Che's mockery of the Fu family, because the Fu family was just that filthy. He had long expected Fu Chen to have a backup plan to deal with him, but he had also already trained his staff and prepared a detailed response strategy.

There is always a loophole, and he really didn't expect that Fu Chen would target Ning Che.

However, the marriage was fake. There was nothing to worry about. When Ning Che left, he would naturally give him some money and arrange a good way out for him.

However, Ning Che had only come to his bed for money, fame, and wealth. Although he was a martial artist with a certain amount of pride, he still couldn't bear to be forced to bow down for a few dollars while being penniless. He certainly wouldn't sign it easily.

The wall clock chimed, striking the hour. It was already ten o'clock, only half an hour left until the wedding.

If Ning Che lost his temper, with his skills, everyone in the room would just be forced to take the beating.

If the situation gets to the point where we have to call for bodyguards, we will just be making a fool of ourselves for the guests downstairs.

He looked at Ning Che, who was staring at the black and white words on the contract with a frown on his face and an ambiguous smile on his lips.

How should I deal with this little hot pepper that may explode at any time?

Fu Chengyun was so flustered that he didn't have time to think carefully. He was just focused on putting on a good show. In front of Fu Chen, he still had to pretend to be angry about Ning Che's injustice. "Dad, this is too much. I don't agree." He threw the contract to the ground.

Fu Chen glanced at him, his eyelids raised slightly, his tone thick with sarcasm. "You don't agree? Do you have the right to disagree?"

"I told you, I can help you up, and I can also pull you down. You'd better not do anything that makes me unhappy again. What our Fu family lacks the least is obedient children."

Fu Chen's words were just like his personality: ruthless and cold. Even in front of outsiders, he showed no mercy to Fu Chengyun. Fu Chengyun sneered inwardly and pretended to be terrified.

"dad……"

The father and son faced each other in silence, their eyes already flashing with thoughts as they met.

"Lawyer Li, where should I sign?"

Ning Che's voice suddenly sounded, startling Fu Chengyun.

The person next to him slumped lazily on the sofa, holding the contract in one hand and a pen in the other, moving his wrist where Lawyer Li's fingers would be.

The figure's skin, reflected on the white paper, looked even more radiant, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a shadow on her eyelids. The pen tip scraped against the paper, and as the last stroke fell, Fu Chengyun heard a barely audible chuckle.

The contract was casually thrown on the table. Ning Che raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Chen, his eyes full of disdain, as if this time-consuming and laborious, neatly bound contract was not worthy of his grand name.

Fu Chengyun looked at him sideways, feeling deeply confused.

Why? He came here for fame and fortune, yet he signed this contract! He wasn't in it for money or profit, so why would he waste his time and energy playing this game with me?

He saw Ning Che's disdain and his arrogance.

I could also see clearly that the morning light shone on the man's face, casting a layer of golden afterglow on his tall nose.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly like a defiant and weird statue, and looked at Fu Chen without showing any weakness.

Fu Chengyun only felt it was holy and beautiful.

The hand hanging by his side unconsciously groped on the sofa, eagerly looking for warmth. As soon as his fingertips touched the cold and delicate surface, Fu Chengyun frowned.

Why are his hands so cold? Has his susceptibility period increased?

Fu Chengyun stretched out his hand, wanting to offer some warmth to the fragile omega. His palm opened, but he only grasped the fleeting edge of the fabric.

Ning Che didn't want to see the old man putting on airs, so he stood up and walked towards the door without saying hello.

Just as my fingers touched the doorknob, the door suddenly opened from the outside. A woman's sharp laughter came from outside.

Lin Zhi, wearing a slim-fitting cheongsam and high heels, swayed as she entered. She opened the door unexpectedly and nearly bumped into Ning Che.

"Hey, why does Cheng Yun dislike me and send you to kill me?"

The man following behind Lin Zhi quickly supported her and asked with concern: "Are you okay, Mom?"

The man's voice was like a thunderclap, which instantly made Ning Che lose his mind and stand there in a daze.

Seeing the person in front of him clearly, Fu Linyu paused for a moment while holding his mother's hand, but he returned to normal in an instant. He helped Lin Zhi sit on the sofa and said, "Dad, you are looking for me?"

Ning Che was as stiff as a rusted puppet, his hands and feet stiff and his movements slow. It took him several sentences to turn around. When he came to his senses, Fu Chengyun was already standing behind him.

Ning Che took a step back and pressed himself against Fu Chengyun's chest. Using Fu Chengyun's tall body to block Fu Linyu's view, he whispered, "Who is he?"

"Fu Chen's second son, Fu Linyu." Fu Chengyun noticed Ning Che's tension, put his arm around him and whispered.

"Has he always been Fu Linyu?" Ning Che grabbed Fu Chengyun's arm and asked anxiously.

Fu Chengyun was puzzled by the strange question, but he answered truthfully: "Always, yes."

Feeling the person in his arms trembling slightly, Fu Chengyun looked down.

The fair little face was tense, the expression was serious and alert, and a hint of confusion flashed in the wide-open eyes.

Ning Che's heart was beating fast. He had clearly thrust the sword into the bastard's heart with his own hands. As he drew the sword, blood splattered three feet high from the wound.

A few drops fell on his face, and he still couldn't forget the hot, sticky, slippery smell of strong rust.

My fingers unconsciously stroked my cheek, and my skin seemed to still retain the fresh touch of that day, that person, and that drop of blood.