After Entering the Wrong Room, I Became Mr. Feng's Wife

Seeing that everyone was listless, Yue Feng quickly reminded Feng Yi, “Young Master, it’s already two o’clock in the afternoon. Do you want to eat first before continuing? Hungry stomachs also affect efficiency.”

Yue Feng was the only one who dared to say this. He had been working for Feng Yi for many years and was considered a trusted aide, so his status was different from other employees.

Feng Yi looked up at him, then glanced at the employees below. He nodded and closed the document. “The meeting will be suspended for an hour.”

Hearing this, the employees seemed to have been revived instantly. Their eyes lit up and they immediately got up to eat.

Feng Yi did not move, his eyes filled with fatigue. He leaned back lazily and pinched the space between his eyebrows.

Looking at his expression, Yue Feng knew that the Young Master would not leave the meeting room. He asked, “Young Master, do you still want to book Shu Restaurant?”

Shu Restaurant did not provide takeout, but the President of the Feng Corporation wanted to order food, so it was an exception.

Feng Yi did not have any particular requirements for food. To him, even the most delicious food was nothing. He closed his eyes to rest, his voice hoarse. “You can arrange it.”

“Yes, Young Master. I’ll go now.”

Yue Feng was about to leave when Feng Yi’s voice rang out again.

“Wait a minute.”

Yue Feng quickly turned to look at Feng Yi, waiting for his instructions. “Young Master?”

Feng Yi opened his eyes, and Yue Feng thought imagination was playing tricks on him, but he felt that his Young Master’s gaze had suddenly become much gentler.

“Order an extra portion.”

Just as Yue Feng was curious about where he should send the extra portion, Feng Yi continued, “Order a spicy crab and send it to the Feng Residence.”

Yue Feng was stunned. Only then did he realize who else he could give it to if he sent it to the Feng Residence! The Little Young Master could not eat spicy food. Besides, the Little Young Master did not like to eat crabs at all.

However, when Young Madam and Young Master went to Shu Restaurant for dinner, Young Master packed crabs for Young Madam. The Young Master actually remembered what the Young Madam liked to eat.

Yue Feng felt that the Young Master cared more and more about the Young Madam. He even cared about what she ate. This name-only marriage might soon become real.

If that was the case, it would be really good. The Young Master liked the Young Madam so much, and the Young Master had taken a fancy to her. How good would it be to let the Young Madam stay in the Feng family?

He had already accepted Yu Fei’s identity as the Young Madam. If it was someone else in the future, he would not be used to it, let alone the Little Young Master.

Yue Feng quickly smiled and said, “If Young Madam knew that it was Young Master who sent it over, she would definitely be very happy.”

He did not know if he said it wrong, but Feng Yi’s face suddenly turned cold. “Don’t tell her that I asked you to send it to her.”

That woman had no conscience at all. She did not care about anything but her script.

“If Young Madam asks…”

“Just say whatever you want.” Feng Yi gave him a warning look. “Just don’t talk nonsense.”

Yue Feng instantly felt pressured. Why was his Young Master so tsundere? Why would he treat her so well, and yet not let her know? Liking someone was not something embarrassing, so why did she have to hide it?

Feng Residence.

After Yu Fei entered the study in the morning, she did not come out. Lunch was sent to the study by Butler Zhao. Seeing that she had been studying the script all day and had forgotten to eat and sleep, Butler Zhao shook his head helplessly. He could not understand. Was filming important?

As the Young Madam of the Feng family, she had everything she wanted. Why did she have to work so hard to build her career when she did not lack anything? What was she after?

Besides, Young Madam’s career was not a good one. For ordinary people, being an actor was a lucrative and glamorous career that many people wanted to pursue. However, in the upper-class circles, many people looked down on this industry. Among the wealthy families, some of the old aristocratic concepts were still retained.

To put it nicely, the Young Madam’s profession was called an actress, but to put it bluntly, she was a jester, a clown. In ancient times, which aristocratic family would think highly of an entertainer? When it came to family matters, Young Madam’s family background was already very poor. Not to mention marrying Young Master, she was not even qualified to be Young Master’s lover. However, the Young Master liked her.

As far as the Old Master is concerned, if she marries and joins the family, she should quit the entertainment industry and be an honest Young Madam.

However, Butler Zhao wondered why the Young Madam did not seem to cherish her status in the Feng family at all.

During this period of time, she had been studying the script to the point of going crazy. She did not even pay much attention to her Young Master when he spoke to her. If this continued, it would affect their relationship. But what could he say? The Young Master did not say anything. He was just a butler. How could he have the right to interfere in the Young Master’s affairs?

Butler Zhao sighed and asked someone to send some snacks to the study. As soon as he went downstairs, he saw a maid carrying a box from Shu Restaurant.. “What’s that in your hand?”