Obsessed Warlord Young Marshal X Aristocratic Family Heir 13

ng, "Xie Wenqiu, I wish you a happy hundred years together..."After he finished saying that, he hung up the phone.Ignore the incessantly ringing phone.On the other end, Xie Wenqiu kept dialing the you...Today's guests were quite numerous, but just the presence of Fu Shaoshuai was enough to give Ning's father face.

Who is Fu Sinian At the young age of twenty-five, he rose to the position of "Young Marshal". With just a slight movement, he could change the face of Linhai, shaking the very earth.

He stood there, and let alone the arriving guests. Even the women's eyes were glued to him.

Ning Shu even suspected that the military uniform on her husband's body was about to be stripped down by everyone's gazes.

As soon as Fu Sinian entered, many people started to engage in insincere conversations with him. Even those who didn't know him put on a bold face and approached him.

The second aunt sat on the other end, sizing up this young marshal.

Even living by the sea for so long, she hadn't met a man more outstanding and handsome than Fu Sian. Legend has it that his great-grandmother was German, inheriting a fraction of that bloodline. His nose bridge was particularly high, but his brows and thin lips gave him an aloof look.

This is a heartless man.

The second mistress was thinking this, but when she saw her daughter, the moment she saw someone, her cheeks were flushed.

I couldn't help but touch her hand and said, "If you marry him, you'll be the Young Marshal's concubine. Are you really willing"

Ning Rou glanced at the military officer in the crowd, his tall figure and extraordinary bearing. "Mother, with my status, I definitely can't be a grand aunt. But even as a junior aunt, if I could stay by the young marshal's side, I would be willing."

Second Aunt touched her newly styled hair and said, "Then go ahead. There are plenty of others who will go if you don't."

Ning Rou couldn't help but glance at the position where the military officer stood. Several young ladies, dressed in beautiful cheongsam and shawls, were there.

She bit her lip slightly, glanced at herself in the mirror, rose a little, and walked over.

Ning Shu is the protagonist today. Ning's father took him for a walk. A young woman in a skirt walked in with a middle-aged man, and Ning's father went to greet them.

A middle-aged man glanced at Ning Shu and said with a smile, "Young Master Ling is truly outstanding, you have the same charm as you did back then."

"This is your Uncle Yang, and this is Uncle Yang's daughter, Yang Feifei."

Father Ning introduced,

Yang Feifei wasn't so shy, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Ning Shu, saying: "This is Ning Shu, right She's really pretty."

Mr. Yang pinched her nose and laughed heartily, "You have no manners! Young Master Ning is a year older than you."

After Ning's father spoke to Mr. Yang, he left them standing aside.

Yang Feifei stared at his face, not blushing at all, and said: "You studied abroad for several years, there are so many beautiful women in foreign countries, or are our beauties more"

Ningshu felt a little embarrassed under her straightforward gaze: "Each has its own kind of beauty."

Yang Feifei seemed a little dissatisfied with the answer. She twisted her skirt and turned around, saying, "Do you think the beauties in their country are prettier, or am I prettier"

She was wearing a dress and a white hat, looking very fashionable. She had big eyes and fair skin.

Ning Shu pursed her lips and said, "You're prettier."

He wasn't stupid, of course he knew how to answer. Otherwise, Yang Feifei would probably keep asking until she got a satisfactory answer.

Yang Feifei was indeed happy with the answer. She said, “But I think you’re quite handsome. I’ve never seen a man as handsome as you before.”

Everything she said was true, Ning Shu was too beautiful, like someone walking out of a book. She had the face of a peach blossom, especially those phoenix eyes, rippling with waves, and she also had an air of scholarship, it's hard not to have a good feeling for her.

At least Yang Feifei is very likeable.

Father Ning, having a moment away from his conversation with Mr. Yang, called Ning Shu over to him and asked, "What do you think of Mr. Yang's daughter"

Ning Shu was taken aback, as if she had grasped the meaning behind it.

His phoenix eyes widened slightly, suppressing the surprise within: "Miss Yang, you look very young."

"When I was your age, I had already married two wives." Father Ning said to himself, "Mr. Yang only has one daughter, and he loves her very much. Marrying her will make your life easier. For both our families, it's a good choice."

Ning Shu was a little speechless. He hadn't expected that even in this era, there would be arranged marriages.

"Father, I'm not in a hurry."

Ning's father patted his shoulder and didn't answer. Instead, he said: "Get along well with Miss Yang, she seems to like you very much."

When Ning Shu came back, Yang Feifei's expression was a little strange.

He walked over and asked concernedly, "What's wrong"

Yang Feifei said, “There was someone who kept looking at me, but I didn't know him.”

Ning Shu looked at her. She was a little younger than him, and her personality was very innocent, like she had been sheltered well. He couldn't treat her as a woman, and replied, "He probably likes you."

Yang Feifei shook her head. She wasn't really stupid, she could tell the difference between liking and disliking something.

She said, “He’s looking at me again, and he’s looking at you too. I think he kind of dislikes me.”

Ning Shu followed her gaze.

Fu Sinian stood in the hall, his military uniform making him seem a little cold, just like himself. His military boots covered his calves, but the general's legs were really long. He stood straight and tall, as if talking to someone.

At this moment, he tilted his head slightly, and those deep blue eyes turned towards here.

Ning Shu sensed the other person's gaze on her, carrying a hint of coldness. The military officer's thin eyelids cast a faint shadow on his face, and Ning Shu couldn't tell what expression he was wearing now.

He just inexplicably felt a chill.

But Yang Feifei seemed to have seen the other person's face, froze for a moment, and said, "He's really handsome."

Ning Shu couldn't help but chuckle. She thought this little girl had just praised her for being beautiful, now she turned around and forgot all about it.

But he still asked in a somewhat surprised tone, "You don't know who he is"

Yang Feifei shook her head.

Ning Shu couldn't help but say: "He is General Fu."

Yang Feifei exclaimed in surprise, "So he's Fu Shaoshuai"

Ning Shu nodded.

He thought to himself, every woman who had met Fu Shennian liked him. Perhaps Yang Feifei would change her mind after meeting this military officer.

But to his surprise, Yang Feifei said, "Forget it, he's not right for me."

Ning Shu asked, "Why"

Yang Feifei whispered, "This Young Master Fu is going to marry many concubines in the future. I can't control him. If I marry you, I might still be able to keep you in check a little."

Ning Shu couldn't help but smile.

“You’re kind of cute.” Ning Shu pursed his lips, he felt that someone like Yang Feifei probably had a very happy family, otherwise, they wouldn’t have raised such a personality.

Yang Feifei asked, “Aren't you a little moved”

Ning Shu looked at her and shook her head.

"Look, he's never short of women around him," Yang Feifei said, standing beside him.

Ning Shu followed her gaze and saw a woman in a white dress standing beside the general. She was petite and looked very delicate, quite a match for Fu Snian.

He didn't know why he lingered on the two of them for so long.

Until Yang Feifei called him several times.

Ning Shucai came to her senses.

At the same time, he also saw the true face of that woman.

She is his elder sister.

Ning Shu's gaze fell on Ning Rou's slightly flushed face. Fu Si Nian was bowing his head to speak to her. A talented man and a beautiful woman, in the eyes of others, they were indeed a perfect match.

He drew his gaze back, his eyes falling on the red wine beside him.

Yang Feifei asked him, “Are you acquainted with that Young Marshal Who is the woman beside him”

Ning Shu shook her head and said, "I don't know her. She is my second older sister."

"Your second sister should not be the same aunt's daughter as you." Yang Feifei said in a confident tone.

Ning Shu couldn't help but glance over, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Why"

“Because your second older sister doesn't look as pretty as you,” Yang Feifei said confidently, “Your mother must have been a great beauty. Her mother wasn't as good-looking, so although she's considered a beauty, there are many prettier women in Linhai. This young master Fu might not necessarily be your brother-in-law. He might not even like your second older sister.”

Ning Shu was speechless after her words. He coughed lightly, reminding her, "Second aunt is not far from you."

Yang Feifei quickly glanced in the direction he was looking, then glanced at the second aunt and said: "I just said, this second aunt is really not that beautiful."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Ning Shu again.

Then he said, "I think Fu Shaoshuai, if you're going to marry, you should marry a concubine who is as beautiful as you."

Ning Shu lowered her head to drink, and her throat felt a slight scratch.

He put the wine aside and said, "Excuse me for a moment."

Yang Feifei tapped her chin and said, "Then come back quickly, okay"

Ning Shu just accidentally got his clothes dirty. He thought he would lose face in front of so many people, so when no one was paying attention, he went upstairs.

I'm going to change out of this outfit.

Just as he was about to open the door, the heavy thud of boots hitting the ground echoed.

A hand reached out from behind and stopped him from opening the door.

Ning Shu felt that even if she hadn't turned around, she could probably guess who had come.

The young master turned and glanced in the direction of the stairs, now feeling uneasy. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t be appropriate for the Young Marshal to come here,”

Fu Sian glanced at his white suit stained with red wine, and extended a hand wearing a white glove to pinch the soft flesh at the back of his neck.

Push him against the door.

She looked over with her eyes downcast. Her sapphire blue eyes were deep and profound at this moment, but they were icy and cold. Something on the general's waist collided, producing a dull metallic sound.

Ning Shu couldn't help but shiver.

The general's hand, like a slimy snake, gripped a small piece of his flesh.

"The woman I was just talking to."

"Who is it" took a deep breath, intending to stand up and just give the audience a look.So he pulled up a chair and then stood up.......On the other hand, the man with obsidian eyes was sitting in his room at th...