The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

"Brother Peng, you're back." Ye Zi smiled gently when she saw Huang Feipeng, put down her book, and stood up to greet him.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Huang Feipeng walked over, put his arm around Ye Zi's slender waist, and gently kissed her smooth forehead.

"I'll be waiting for you." Ye Zi gently rested her head on Huang Feipeng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling the warmth and sense of security emanating from him.

"Silly girl, why are you waiting for me? I'm not going to run away." Huang Feipeng affectionately pinched Ye Zi's nose and said softly.

"I missed you," Ye Zi said in a coquettish tone, her voice sweet and cloying.

Huang Feipeng's heart fluttered, and he lowered his head to kiss Ye Zi's red lips.

……

After a passionate night, Huang Feipeng lay in bed, unable to sleep. Qi Tongwei's words lingered in his mind like a curse.

He knew that his growing power had attracted attention, and he had offended quite a few people over the years. Now that he had gained more influence, those he had once trampled underfoot naturally wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate.

However, Huang Feipeng was not afraid of the challenge; on the contrary, he was quite excited. He wanted to see who had the audacity to challenge him!

"Hmph, let the storm rage on!" Huang Feipeng sneered, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.

Outside the window, the night was deep, as if foreshadowing a far greater conspiracy brewing...

Huang Feipeng suddenly sat up in bed and yanked off the silk quilt. Ye Zi groggily opened her eyes, looking at him sleepily like a lazy cat.

"What's wrong, Peng-ge? It's not even dawn yet..." Her soft voice was slightly hoarse from just waking up as she reached out to pull Huang Feipeng.

Huang Feipeng avoided her hand, his eyes fixed sharply on the dark night outside the window, as if he could see the danger lurking within the darkness.

"It's okay, go to sleep." His voice was low, but it couldn't hide a trace of anxiety.

"How could nothing be wrong?" Qi Tongwei's words echoed in his ears like a thorn in his heart. Huang Feipeng wasn't stupid. After years of navigating the treacherous waters of the capital, he had long since developed a keen eye for detail. He knew, of course, that he had blocked the way for many people, and those he had trampled underfoot now wished they could skin him alive.

He sneered, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. Huang Feipeng had never been a kind soul; anyone who wanted to mess with him would have to think twice before deciding if they were even qualified!

"I can't sleep." Ye Zi pouted and sat up in dissatisfaction, her slender fingers gently tracing his firm chest. "Brother Peng, are you worried about something? Tell me."

Huang Feipeng looked down at the woman before him, alluring yet with a touch of naivety. Sometimes he truly wished he could hide her away, preventing anyone from seeing her, but that was clearly impossible. The Ye family was deeply entrenched in the capital; she was like a rose with thorns, beautiful yet dangerous.

"What could I possibly have to worry about?" He chuckled and pinched Ye Zi's cheek. "But you, you're always overthinking things."

"Hmph, fine, don't tell me then!" Ye Zi glared at him playfully, then lay down in a huff, turning her back to him.

Huang Feipeng shook his head helplessly. He knew Ye Zi's temper; on the surface, she was willful and capricious, but in reality, she was more sensitive and fragile than anyone else. He got up, walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and the scarlet flame danced on his face, illuminating a wild and untamed look.

"Brother Peng, smoke less." Ye Zi's muffled voice came from behind.

"I understand," he replied casually, his thoughts already drifting far away.

Hou Liangping, Zhong Zhengguo, and those guys lurking in the shadows, he wanted to see what tricks they could pull!

……

The next morning, Huang Feipeng had just arrived at his office when he received an unexpected phone call.

"Mr. Huang, this is Zhao Shanhe." The voice on the other end of the phone was full of arrogance and provocation. "I heard you're currently preparing a big project. I wonder if I would have the honor of participating in it?"

Huang Feipeng held his phone, a cold smile playing on his lips. Zhao Shanhe, the only son of the Zhao family in the capital, was always arrogant and domineering, relying on his family background. He was definitely up to no good by coming to see him.

"Young Master Zhao is too kind. My little project is hardly worthy of your attention," Huang Feipeng said calmly, but with a hint of sarcasm.

"Mr. Huang, you're too modest. You're a prominent figure in the capital, so of course I'll pay close attention to your project," Zhao Shanhe said with a forced smile. "Besides, I've long admired your friend, Ms. Zhong."

Huang Feipeng's eyes sharpened, and he tightened his grip on his phone slightly. He had long known that Zhao Shanhe harbored ill intentions towards Zhong Xiaoai, and now that he dared to openly provoke her, it seemed he could no longer contain himself.

"Young Master Zhao, I advise you not to make any moves on Miss Zhong, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Zhao Shanhe interrupted him, his tone full of threat. "Huang Feipeng, don't think I don't know about your dirty deeds. If you dare to lay a finger on me, I guarantee you'll regret it!"

"You..." Huang Feipeng was furious and about to explode when he suddenly heard a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

Damn it! He slammed the phone down, threw it on the table, and his eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"Damn it!" Huang Feipeng couldn't help but curse, his chest heaving violently. This Zhao Shanhe, relying on his father being the Party Secretary of the Imperial City, was already arrogant and domineering enough, but now he actually dared to reach out to him and even dared to make a move on Zhong Xiaoai? Did he really think he was a pushover who could be easily manipulated?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger. He knew that Zhao Shanhe's phone call was just the beginning, and more trouble would follow. Hou Liangping, that mad dog, hadn't calmed down yet, Zhong Zhengguo was eyeing him covetously, and now Zhao Shanhe had joined the fray. It seemed these people were determined to make things difficult for him.

"Brother Peng, what's wrong? Who made you angry?" Ye Zi's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of languor and concern. She had just come out of the bedroom, wearing only a loose bathrobe that revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin, and her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her look even more charming and alluring.

Huang Feipeng turned to look at her, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, and his anger subsided somewhat. He walked over, pulled Ye Zi into his arms, gently stroked her hair, and whispered, "It's nothing serious, just some clowns, don't bother with them."

"Really?" Ye Zi looked up, her big, watery eyes staring straight at him, as if trying to see through his thoughts.