Chapter 245: You’ve Offended Someone You Shouldn’t Have

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: You’ve Offended Someone You Shouldn’t Have

Ye Feng froze.

But in the end, he said nothing.

Long Xi’Er sighed and turned to walk away.

Her figure, bleak and forlorn.

Seeing a princess reduced to this, Ye Feng almost gave in.

But in the end, he remained silent. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Qin Nuannuan looked at Ye Feng, sighed, and said, "Young Master, if you want to help her, just do it."

"Impossible," Ye Feng said through gritted teeth. "Can you imagine how it feels? You help someone, and they immediately turn around and hire assassins to kill you. That’s what Long Xi’Er made me feel. You tell me, how can I possibly help her?"

"That can’t be right. From what I’ve seen, the princess seems very kind." Qin Nuannuan stared at Ye Feng, her eyes wide.

Ye Feng shook his head. "You can know a person’s face, but not their heart."

Qin Nuannuan looked at Ye Feng and suddenly smiled. "Young Master, you’ve really fallen for the princess, haven’t you!"

With that, she glanced down between his legs.

"No way," Ye Feng insisted stubbornly.

But a certain part of his body betrayed him.

Qin Nuannuan gave a captivating smile and shifted closer.

HISS! Ye Feng sucked in a sharp breath at her devastating move.

Qin Nuannuan looked at Ye Feng, her face flushed, and said, "Young Master, since you desire it, then take me. Really, I’m... I’m not on my period. I can..."

With that, she threw herself into Ye Feng’s arms, hugging him tightly.

For a moment, Ye Feng’s defenses almost crumbled. But then, the image of Long Xi’Er’s tear-streaked face flashed through his mind. He instantly cooled down. Face flushed, he pushed Qin Nuannuan away, shook his head, and said,

"Manager Qin, to be honest... my behavior with you just now was just to spite Long Xi’Er. Please, get up."

Qin Nuannuan froze, then looked at Ye Feng and cried out urgently, "Young Master, rest assured! I have upheld the Master’s precepts and have kept my innocence. And this is of my own free will!"

With that, her hand shot towards a certain spot.

Ye Feng was on the brink of surrendering completely, but he managed to restrain himself at the last moment. He quickly got to his feet.

Qin Nuannuan stood there, stunned. As she watched him, her eyes instantly reddened.

Ye Feng didn’t dare to look at Qin Nuannuan. Face flushed, he said, "Nuannuan, from this day forward, you’re my big sister. If you ever need anything, anything at all, call me. I’ll be there at a moment’s notice. I... I have to go."

He turned and hurried out in a fluster. At the doorway, he tripped on the threshold and nearly fell flat on his face.

Seeing his flustered state, Qin Nuannuan let out a small laugh.

As Ye Feng’s figure disappeared, the corners of Qin Nuannuan’s lips curled up. ’Young Master, if you really felt nothing for me, you wouldn’t have been so flustered. That little bit of feeling is more than enough. Young Master... I, Qin Nuannuan, will be waiting for you!’

Instantly, a deep blush colored her lovely cheeks.

Ye Feng went outside, took out his phone, and made a call. "Hello, Squad Leader Ouyang? This is Ye Feng. I need you to arrange for some men to come to the Hundred Flowers Building and ensure its security."

"Yes." Ouyang Nan agreed without hesitation and hung up.

Ye Feng had just hung up when his phone rang again. He glanced at the screen, answered immediately, and said with a smile, "Fourth Martial Sister."

Feng Qingwu’s cheerful laugh came through the receiver. "I made some dumplings—your favorite, with leek and egg filling. Come over for a bite when you’re done."

"You got it!" Ye Feng agreed with a grin. "To be honest, it’s been way too long since I’ve had your dumplings, Fourth Martial Sister. I’m on my way."

With that, Ye Feng hung up, turned, and got into his car to leave.

A Maserati Quattroporte was parked on the side of the road some distance away. Inside, Long Xi’Er watched Ye Feng’s car drive away, her brow furrowed.

A large man in black beside her spoke in a cold tone, "Princess, since this punk doesn’t know what’s good for him, let’s just grab him. I have plenty of ways to make him listen."

Long Xi’Er shook her head. "We need him to treat my Father Emperor’s illness. If he’s not willing to do it of his own accord, what can we do?"

The man in black said coldly, "Princess, he has family. If we take them, he’ll be more than willing."

Long Xi’Er turned to the man in black, frowning. "We’re the ones asking for a favor. There’s no need to resort to such measures. If we did that, what would make us any different from common bandits? Enough. I’ll think of something else. I don’t believe Ye Feng is a truly heartless person. Let’s go. Drive."

The car pulled away, soon merging with the flow of traffic and vanishing from sight.

From an alley in the distance, a Maybach emerged. Ye Feng was behind the wheel, watching the Maserati drive away. A slight smile touched his lips. ’Long Xi’Er, you didn’t agree to it after all. If you had, it really would have been over between us.’

With that, he pulled onto the main road and sped off.

...

「Downtown.」

「An exquisite little courtyard home.」

In the kitchen, a stunningly beautiful woman in casual home attire was bent over, rolling out dumpling wrappers.

It was none other than the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, Feng Qingwu!

Just then, she heard footsteps outside.

Feng Qingwu smiled, walked to the door, and called out cheerfully,

"If I wasn’t offering food, you wouldn’t have gotten here so quickly, would you..."

But she trailed off mid-sentence, her brow furrowing. The person walking into the courtyard wasn’t Ye Feng, but a masked man.

Feng Qingwu’s brow tightened. "Who are you?"

"The one who’s here to kill you," the masked man said coldly, his eyes fixed on her.

Feeling the bone-chilling killing intent radiating from him, Feng Qingwu’s expression changed dramatically. She spun around and bolted for the main hall, but before she could reach the door, another man in black blocked her path. He glared at her and said coldly,

"No way through!"

Feng Qingwu backed away, shouting, "I’m Feng Qingwu, the president of the Chinese Medicine Association!"

As she spoke, her hand slipped into her pocket and hit the call button.

At that moment, a short, stout man in black, built like a barrel, stared at Feng Qingwu and said coldly,

"You’re exactly the one we’re here to kill!"

Feng Qingwu had already backed up to the kitchen door. She cried out,

"I don’t have any grudge against you! Why are you doing this?"

The short, stout man in black sneered, "You offended someone you shouldn’t have. So today, we’re here to send you off."

Feng Qingwu lunged into the kitchen, slammed the door shut, and screamed, "Help!"

But the word had barely left her lips when the short, stout man in black lifted his right foot and kicked the door.

With a deafening CRASH, the door burst open. The short, stout man walked into the room, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he looked at Feng Qingwu.

"You can scream your lungs out today, but no one is coming to save you," he said. "Now, die!"

With that, he advanced on Feng Qingwu.

Feng Qingwu backed away step by step until she was trapped in a corner, with nowhere left to run.

The short, stout man produced a dagger. With a flick of his wrist, he viciously plunged it toward Feng Qingwu’s heart.

Feng Qingwu closed her eyes in despair, a single thought echoing in her mind, ’It’s over for me.’