Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 862: One Day She Will Be My Woman

Chapter 862: Chapter 862: One Day She Will Be My Woman

Huahua didn’t want to marry Zha Lie at all, she was just playing with Zha Lie, and he felt the same, but now it was a marriage bestowed by the Emperor, and neither of them could refuse.

The wedding customs on the grassland were different from others; although everyone attended in their finest clothing, the guests all knew what their union was really about, so no one really let loose and had fun.

Inside the tent, Nan Feng could only faintly hear the noise from afar. She wasn’t a guest, so she didn’t need to drink celebratory wine. As for Brother Fu, she had no idea what he had been busy with these past few days.

But by noon, someone still brought food, quite a feast, yet Nan Feng liked only the small plate of lettuce.

Having been there for so long, she had grown tired of meat, so she asked the maid serving her in newly learned Dasun Language, "Why is there only one plate of green vegetables? Are there no others?"

As long as one could understand Dasun Language, they could speak a few sentences, and Nan Feng just spoke it poorly.

"Lady, green vegetables are difficult to grow and rare on the grassland, but if Lady likes them, this servant can order to save more for Lady next time. His Highness the Second Prince has instructed us to serve Lady well," said the maid.

"It’s fine, I’ll grow some myself one day," Nan Feng said.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she was dumbfounded.

Could she even grow vegetables?

Just as the words left her lips, Brother Fu arrived. Seeing Nan Feng eating green vegetables, Brother Fu couldn’t help but sit down next to her, "Do the green vegetables taste good?"

"The question is too childish, I refuse to answer," Nan Feng said.

"You woman, are you upset that I’ve neglected you these past few days? I haven’t been idle; the reorganization of the Ministry of War has had me burnt out, and I’ve had to restructure this batch of soldiers returning south. But now I finally have some downtime," Brother Fu said, casually grabbing a piece of meat and popping it into his mouth.

Nan Feng glared at him, "I’ve nibbled on that piece of meat."

He leaned closer to Nan Feng, "Doesn’t that make it even tastier?"

With that, he ate with great relish.

Nan Feng knew this man had particularly thick skin, so she couldn’t be bothered to object.

True to form, when Nan Feng stayed silent, he didn’t eat anymore and just put the meat down, then reached for a napkin to wipe his hands, "Actually, I’ve already eaten, I’m full now."

"At your ex-wife’s wedding?" Nan Feng teased.

Looking rascally, Brother Fu gazed at Nan Feng, "If you say so, I might think you’re jealous."

"Talking to you is exhausting, forget it, I won’t say anything from now on," Nan Feng said and had the maid take the bowl away after finishing her meal, but Brother Fu still sat there steadily. So she asked, "Aren’t you busy? You can go back to work."

"What’s wrong with staying in my own woman’s room for a while?" Brother Fu laughed, even managing to look somewhat aggrieved.

"I’m not your woman!" Nan Feng retorted coldly.

"One day you will be."

"..."

Nan Feng felt the conversation couldn’t go on. Brother Fu had been especially ruthless in his previous life, but now he was shamelessly persistent in her presence, and Nan Feng was completely unaccustomed to it. So, she let him be. She was full now and also sleepy, but she didn’t dare to lie down to sleep, so she just sat there stiffly.

Seeing Nan Feng ignoring him, Brother Fu smiled and said, "Alright, I’ll get busy."

Nan Feng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as Brother Fu’s figure disappeared at the doorway, he darted back in a moment later. Nan Feng couldn’t help but straighten up again, "I thought you were leaving?"