Quenching

Before Kong Yanfei could break free from Xing Songfeng's other hand, Xing Songfeng grabbed Kong Yanfei's wrist and leaned in.

An aggressive kiss landed suddenly, like a wild beast out of control, its hand wildly tearing at Kong Yanfei's skirt.

Kong Yanfei shook her head desperately, just as she was about to cry for help, Xing Songfeng covered her lips tightly with his right hand, kissing her relentlessly, sucking on her lips, and indulging in the fragrance of gardenias.

Xing Songfeng wanted her so badly that even if he went mad or insane, her fair swan neck, alabaster skin, and alluring shoulders drove him to madness with longing, keeping him awake at night.

Kong Yanfei trembled violently, clenching her fist and wildly punching Xing Songfeng on top of her. Today was her wedding day, a day she had meticulously prepared for, a day of blissful and sweet marriage. The person on top of her should be Sheng Shanxing, not this womanizing playboy.

The fog outside the window grew thicker and thicker, covering Kong Yanfei's black eyelashes with a layer of mist. Tears blurred her vision, and a sense of helplessness and oppression swept over her.

Dark clouds rolled in, followed by a thunderous roar. The door was pushed open, and a figure ripped away the pine breeze that had been inch by inch taking over.

"Why are you stopping me?"

"They're getting married today."

"so what?"

"You know that the eldest young master and Sheng Shanxing have always wanted to be friends. You touched Sheng Shanxing's woman, is this how you treat your cousin?"

Why is Sheng Shanxing so determined to steal my woman?

"You stole someone else's woman. Let's go!"

Xing Songfeng's devilishly handsome face flushed with annoyance as he slammed the door and left.

Wu Haofeng gently helped Kong Yanfei up, but Kong Yanfei slapped him across the face. Wu Haofeng's face stung, but he had no choice but to lower his head and apologize humbly.

"I'm sorry, it's a bad habit of Xing Songfeng's..."

"Hmph, bad habit, you make it sound so easy."

"I hope that you..."

"Of course I won't tell Sheng Shanxing that if Wanli Fuguang weren't still dating Huang Qiaqia, I would never allow Sheng Shanxing and Wanli Fuguang to have too much contact."

"I feel the same way. I don't want our young master to be friends with Sheng Shanxing, but the young master is very insistent."

Kong Yanfei straightened her clothes, sat down in front of the dressing table, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, and coldly questioned Wu Haofeng beside her.

"why?"

"hehe."

Wu Haofeng nodded to Kong Yanfei, took a step, and was about to leave when a chill grabbed his arm.

"I'm asking you, how much do you expect Huang Qiaqia to lose by opening that fertilizer plant?"

“You’ve misunderstood. Regardless of whether Wanli Fuguang and Huang Qiaqia break up, I will help Huang Qiaqia prepare and operate her fertilizer plant properly, and I will also actively help her sell fertilizer. If the results are satisfactory, Huang Qiaqia will repay her mother the 3.45 million yuan she lent her mother in less than two years, with interest.”

"Are you being sincere?"

"Including the professor I helped her find to teach her how to run an online store, it was all done with genuine sincerity."

"You are talking nonsense."

"It's true. Regardless of whether we can separate the eldest young master and Huang Qiaqia, Huang Qiaqia's mother's factory, Sheng Shanxing's hospital, and the company of Huang Qiaqia's roommate's boyfriend's family may one day be able to provide assistance when the Wanli family needs them."

"Hmph, they've already broken up, why would Huang Qiaqia still find so many people to help Wanli Fuguang?"

"Even for a complete stranger who jumped into the river, Huang Qiaqia went to great lengths to help her, gathering a group of people to build a factory for her and promote her products, just to give her a job and a way to make a living. How much more so would he help his ex-boyfriend whom he deeply loved? Wouldn't Huang Qiaqia have stepped in to save him?"

"Decades later, everything has changed."

"A person's kindness doesn't change easily. If the Wanli family really encounters a crisis, instead of us groveling around trying to raise funds, it would be better for a kind ex-girlfriend to quietly help Wanli Fuguang and the Wanli family by providing free financial assistance."

"You bastard, what if we tell Huang Qiaqia that those staged accidents and Boss Zhu were all orchestrated by you?"

"So what? You have no evidence at all. Even if Huang Qiaqia believes it, we can just pin it on any woman who likes Wanli Fuguang, and it would be perfectly reasonable."

"But...but you have been harming Huang Qiaqia all along."

Wu Haofeng walked slowly to the clothes rack, took down a long trench coat, gently draped it over Kong Yanfei's shoulders, pointed to Kong Yanfei's neck in the mirror, and smiled.

"You're wrong. We just wanted to break up the young master and Huang Qiaqia. We didn't want the young master to get more and more involved. If we really wanted to harm a young girl, would we need to go through all this trouble?"

Kong Yanfei glanced in the mirror, angrily threw off her trench coat, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the red marks on her neck, and picked up a concealer.

******

In the brightly lit bar, amidst a throng of people, Xing Songfeng sits in the very center. His thick eyebrows, arched like bowstrings, seem to ripple with endless spring water. He takes a sip of vodka, his peach-pink lips slightly parted, glistening with moisture. His slender, pale fingers hold a crystal glass, exuding an alluring ambiguity.

Several graceful and beautiful young women gathered around Xing Songfeng.

Xing Songfeng pushed the girls away with a look of annoyance, and listlessly threw himself onto the sofa.

"Don't all go over there, bring a few over."

Chengcheng, a friend of Xingsongfeng, grabbed the two girls with the best figures among them and pulled them onto her lap.

Wu Haofeng found a corner, opened his notebook, and started correcting students' homework.

Xing Songfeng had just closed his eyes, intending to take a nap, when a few other friends, making a ruckus, pulled over a disheveled young girl.

Xing Songfeng lifted his eyelids, glancing at the girl's youthful face, his expression full of defiance. Large tears rolled down his stubborn face from his bloodshot eyes.

"You've come this far, and you're still resisting?"

Tao Tao, Xing Songfeng's friend, quickly tore off the girl's dress, grabbed her arm with a mischievous grin, and was suddenly pressed down on the shoulder by a force. He turned his head, chuckled, and asked curiously.

"What? Trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?"

A hint of contempt and mockery flashed across Xing Songfeng's lips as he stared intently at the helpless girl, his features contorted in a terrifying expression. Anger surged within him, and his voice carried an unprecedented chill.

"Me first."

When Tao Tao saw Xing Songfeng speak, he had no choice but to get up and give up his seat to him.

The girl seized the opportunity to quickly get up, crossed her arms over her chest, and backed away repeatedly.

"You dare touch me? Do you even know who I am?"

"Hmph, my toy."

A raging fire of anger burst through his chest in an instant, and Xing Songfeng vented his fury in full view of everyone.

"Boom, boom." Thunder rumbled outside the window, dark clouds filled the sky, as if the sky was about to collapse and the whole world was crumbling.

The girl's wet temples clung to her face, her eyes were filled with terror and despair, and her delicate skin bore bluish-purple marks.