How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 43: Carrying Her to Bed at Night

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Carrying Her to Bed at Night

Fang Anning looked at Wen Yi, who was sitting in front of her, with a face full of silent grievance.

Swindler, as expected, none associated with the Devil are good.

And he lied to her about checking luggage?

Ha, she really had no idea. They were flying on their private jet and there’s still a need to check luggage?

He clearly just didn’t want to accompany her shopping for souvenirs, inventing an excuse on purpose.

"Madam, you have to understand, I had no choice."

After getting off the plane, Wen Yi found a chance to apologize to Fang Anning.

Fang Anning snorted coldly: "Mr. Wen, you are taking it too seriously. How can I not understand when someone like me is manipulated by you all? It’s only right and proper."

Wen Yi felt even more embarrassed and didn’t know what to say.

Liao Hanfeng came over and said, "Wen Yi, don’t bother with her. This woman is just overstepping her bounds, acting as if she is already Mrs. He."

"Am I not?" Fang Anning asked proudly.

Liao Hanfeng snorted coldly: "Wait until you’ve had the child, then get lost. Let’s see if you’re still proud then."

Fang Anning pouted.

Did he think she wanted to stay here?

She would leave on her own without waiting for him to drive her away. She couldn’t wait to get away from He Tingchen, the Devil.

At that moment, the Devil himself approached. It was unclear whether he had heard Liao Hanfeng’s words, but he coldly said to Liao Hanfeng: "Scram."

Liao Hanfeng was so angry he was hopping mad, but he dared not do anything to He Tingchen. Under Fang Anning’s schadenfreude gaze, he smoothly scurried away.

"Can I ask you a question?" Fang Anning caught up with He Tingchen and asked.

"No." The man coldly refused.

Fang Anning pouted.

Fine, don’t ask.

If he wouldn’t answer her, she could still ask Mrs. Chen.

"Mrs. Chen, this is a gift for you."

Fang Anning returned home, opened her suitcase, and began to distribute the souvenirs.

Every servant in the house got one, and Mrs. Chen got an extra one. Besides the one for everyone, Fang Anning gave her a brand new scarf.

Mrs. Chen was utterly moved, and quickly thanked her: "Thank you so much, madam, to think you even remembered me?"

"Of course, I have to remember you. I rely on your care so much in the He family, I always keep it in mind," Fang Anning said with a smile.

Mrs. Chen looked at Fang Anning’s smiling face and reflected: "Now I finally understand why Mr. He has only kept you."

"Why?" Fang Anning asked curiously.

Mrs. Chen said, "Because you are kind-hearted and so innocently optimistic, everyone feels happy upon seeing you. Mr. He has had a life of troubles, naturally, he hopes to have someone who can bring joy by his side."

Fang Anning thought to herself, He Tingchen, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, has had a life of troubles?

Then everyone else must be raised in a vat of bitter herbs!

However, she did not refute Mrs. Chen.

People tend to be partial, even if He Tingchen, the Devil, is despicable, in Mrs. Chen’s eyes, he probably is still a weak and pitiable victim.

"Mrs. Chen, may I ask if you knew that Liao Hanfeng is Mr. He’s cousin?" Fang Anning curiously asked.

Mrs. Chen said with a smile: "Of course, I know. Young Mr. Feng is also essentially someone I watched grow up. Ever since he was little, he liked to come to the He family. He grew up under Mr. He’s wing. Although Mr. He seems harsh on him on the surface, he actually dotes on him."

So they are indeed cousins.

The two cousins put on a show together, one plays good cop, the other bad cop. Tease and cajole – probably the previous four have all been driven to their demise by their antics.

"Madam, why suddenly ask about this?" Mrs. Chen inquired.

Fang Anning said with a smile: "It’s nothing, just curious. There’s nothing wrong, I’m going upstairs first."

With that, she joyfully bounced up the stairs.

He Tingchen went to the company as he had been away for several days.

When he returned home, it was already midnight. Upon entering, he saw nothing unusual about the bed, but there was a small figure curled up on the sofa.

He couldn’t help but frown and approached the sofa, observing the peaceful face of the sleeping woman. His eyes deepened as he bent down to gently lift her up and place her on the bed.

The next morning, Fang Anning was groggily waking up without opening her eyes when she smelled the scent of sandalwood close by, which was incredibly pleasant.

And with a move of her hand, she touched a warm body with a particularly nice feel.

At first, she thought she was dreaming and continued to contentedly feel around for a while.

However, after a moment, she sensed something was off.

This dream was just too realistic!

Ah.

She opened her eyes to meet the man’s profound gaze.

Startled out of her wits, she quickly sat up in panic and asked, "What’s going on? How come I’m sleeping with you?"

"That’s what I want to ask you," the man replied as he sat up, his gaze intensely fixed on her.

"Ask me? I clearly fell asleep on the sofa last night," Fang Anning hurriedly explained.

"Could it be that you think I carried you over?" the man asked with an icy face.

Fang Anning quickly shook her head; of course, she wouldn’t think so. She would rather believe that she had sleepwalked over during the night.

"Get down," the man scolded.

Fang Anning scrambled down and quickly ran to the bathroom.

By the time she finished washing up and came out, He Tingchen had already gone downstairs.

She took her time getting to the breakfast table downstairs and was relieved that He Tingchen didn’t continue to grill her about that issue.

"You’re invited to dinner with my aunt tonight. Will you join us?"

After breakfast, He Tingchen wiped his mouth and asked Fang Anning indifferently.

"Your aunt?" Fang Anning was puzzled.

"Liao Hanfeng’s mother," the man explained.

Fang Anning suddenly realized, right, they were cousins.

Liao Hanfeng’s mother was naturally also He Tingchen’s aunt.

Speaking of which, she married He Tingchen by being directly brought in a car. There was no wedding ceremony, no marriage certificate was obtained with him, and she did not meet friends and relatives of the He family.

Perhaps because her ultimate status was merely someone to bear a child for the He family and then get lost, so she naturally did not have the standing to meet He family’s relatives.

"Forget it, I’d better not go. I don’t know them anyway," Fang Anning quickly declined gracefully.

Mrs. Liao must genuinely want to have dinner with He Tingchen, but she might not want to see her. Why should Anning make herself uncomfortable?

"You’ll know them once you meet, won’t you? Get ready for tonight and don’t embarrass me," He Tingchen said coldly.

After speaking, he stood up and left.

His tone was assertive, leaving no room for rejection.

Fang Anning couldn’t help but pout, if he had already decided to take her, why did he bother asking in the first place?

Just giving an order would have sufficed, and here she thought she had the chance to struggle.

"Wife, are you going out?"

After breakfast, Fang Anning was about to leave when Mrs. Chen inquired.

Fang Anning nodded: "Yes, I’m meeting a friend."

Mrs. Chen reminded her: "Come back early, your husband is taking you out tonight. Miss Min is very picky, so dress nicely or she might not take kindly to you."

Even Mrs. Chen was informed?

Fang Anning curled her lip and said, "Yes, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll come back early."

Only then did Mrs. Chen nod with satisfaction and had Chen Rui escort her out.