Quenching

Chapter 64 Kidnapping

"Don't listen to his nonsense. He started working when he was young, and now he's grown taller."

"Hahaha."

Huang Qiaqia glared at Shanshan's husband, then turned to admire his fair-skinned and beautiful wife, and sighed.

"it's beautiful."

"Beautiful people should seize opportunities even more."

A sincere voice approached with a smile, affirming the situation.

"Sister Feng, thank you so much. However, Kong Yanfei and I have been too busy lately."

"Next time!"

Sister Feng left with a regretful expression, pushed open the door to the top floor, picked up the Crown Vodka, and poured it into Zhao Chuantao's glass first.

Xing Songfeng, standing to the side, glanced at Feng Jie with displeasure and casually splashed the Crown Vodka on Feng Jie's face.

"Look at the misshapen and cracked fruits you brought."

Zhao Chuantao took a leisurely sip of vodka.

"You're so impatient. Xiao Liu, Xiao Yang hasn't come yet, has he?"

Xing Songfeng gasped for breath.

"I shouldn't have wasted my time here."

Zhao Chuantao raised an eyebrow.

"By the way, I have a question for you. What's your decision regarding the investment in Tianhong Lanmingyuan?"

"When you're talking about girls, what kind of investment do you talk about?"

"Minghui is playing with us too, and I don't think he'd cheat us. It looks pretty good, very successful. Shall we join him?"

"You go first, I..."

Xing Songfeng tugged at his collar, feeling a bit hot all over. He glared coldly at Sister Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, and cursed angrily.

"Zhao Chuantao, what kind of people do you have under your command?"

Zhao Chuantao put down her wine glass and gently comforted Xing Songfeng.

Why are you so agitated?

Xing Songfeng frowned, his brows furrowed with anger. He raised his foot and kicked Feng Jie hard in the stomach, cursing as he did so.

"Do I need you to add any seasoning? I can do it myself."

"She meant well, she..."

Before Zhao Chuantao could finish speaking, Xing Songfeng turned and left. Zhao Chuantao sighed, thinking he was too impatient.

Xing Songfeng threw away the mineral water bottle, tugged at his collar, and was about to call Wu Haofeng when a beautiful figure caught his eye.

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Come with me."

Xing Songfeng grabbed Kong Yanfei's fair arm and forcibly dragged her downstairs.

With a "slap," five bright red handprints appeared on Xing Songfeng's face.

Xing Songfeng stared at her fragrant, jade-like body, his eyes glazed over. The scent of gardenias wafted towards him, and his heart felt as if a thousand slender fingers were caressing and teasing it. His dry lips desperately craved some moisture.

The rapidly surging blood made Xing Songfeng disregard everything else. He raised his leg and kicked open a door with a "bang," pinning the person to the ground.

"Ring, ring, ring." Kong Yanfei's phone rang as if it were her lifeline.

Kong Yanfei struggled desperately and shouted incoherently. Xing Songfeng, who had lost his mind, pulled out the gun from behind him, pointed it at Kong Yanfei's head, and threatened her.

"If you resist again, I will kill you."

Kong Yanfei suddenly froze, her face turned pale, her eyes filled with horror, and her black eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xing Songfeng casually tossed aside his gun and passionately kissed the woman he had long desired, regardless of the consequences.

"Ring, ring, ring." Kong Yanfei's phone rang again.

Tears of sorrow streamed down her face. Xing Songfeng's eyes were filled with a wicked and arrogant gaze. His rapid kisses grew increasingly passionate and greedy, his hands wantonly probing inside Kong Yanfei's gorgeous dress.

"Ring, ring, ring." Kong Yanfei's phone rang for the third time.

Xing Songfeng's eyes were bloodshot. He pulled out Kong Yanfei's phone and cursed.

"Would it kill you two to be apart for a little while, Huang Qiaqia? Let me tell you, Kong Yanfei has important things to do right now, don't bother her. You..."

How come you have Kong Yanfei's phone number? Where are you now?

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Xing Songfeng froze instantly, paused for half a second, shook his head blankly, and stared intently at a string of numbers on the screen.

"Kong Yanfei doesn't have my phone number? It's impossible for my name to be displayed. I'm asking you, do you know where Huang Qiaqia is right now? Why can't I get through to her when I call her?"

Xing Songfeng looked at Kong Yanfei, who was standing beneath him with tears in her eyes, and suddenly felt a jolt of fear. He questioned her.

"Did you guys think the sculptures at the top-floor entrance were really artistic, so you ran up the stairs to the top floor to take pictures?"

"What does this have to do with you? Why should I tell you?"

"I……"

“Xing Songfeng, shut up and listen to me. The bodyguards I arranged told me that Huang Qiaqia was running around at the birthday party and was out of their sight for a long time. Later, the bodyguards searched all around, but they couldn't get into the top floor. I ask you, why couldn't the bodyguards get into the top floor? Think about it, why couldn't I get through to Huang Qiaqia when I called him? Was the signal blocked? Is Huang Qiaqia on the top floor?”

As soon as Wu Haofeng finished speaking, Xing Songfeng broke out in a cold sweat and shouted at Wu Haofeng on the other end of the phone.

"Call everyone to the top floor."

Xing Songfeng pulled Kong Yanfei up from beneath him, grabbed his gun, and gave her urgent instructions.

"Get down now, don't come up again."

With a "smack," five bright red handprints landed heavily on Xing Songfeng's face.

Xing Songfeng gritted his teeth, glared at Kong Yanfei, ignored her, and rushed up to the top floor, heading towards the door of Zhao Chuantao's room.

"Mr. Xing Songfeng, the atmosphere inside is quite lively, you..."

Zhao Chuantao's bodyguard, with a serious expression, reached out to stop the furious Xing Songfeng.

"Bang, bang." Two sounds, and the bodyguard's body went cold. Xing Songfeng gestured to the two people beside him to clean up Zhao Chuantao's body.

Xing Songfeng pointed his gun at the keyhole and banged, "Bang, bang, bang." The door slowly opened a crack, and Xing Songfeng kicked it open, staring wide-eyed at the door. Suddenly, his eyes flashed with surprise and anger.

Huang Qiaqia was sitting and chatting leisurely with Zhao Chuantao.

"Although she is physically charming, she carries a layer of melancholy in her spirit."

Why did you use the word "floating"?

"Will you understand if I show you another painting? Come on."

Zhao Chuantao slowly got up and invited Huang Qiaqia to come with her. When Huang Qiaqia looked up, she bumped into the angry Xing Songfeng and suddenly froze on the spot, not daring to move.

Zhao Chuantao's expression turned somewhat unpleasant upon seeing Xing Songfeng's fierce and menacing appearance.

"Hehe, Xing Songfeng, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Zhao Chuantao, why didn't you call me?"

"You saw it, I have nothing here, so why should I call you?"

What's behind you?

"What, you're interested?"

"Give me the person?"

"Xing Songfeng, are you here to cause trouble or to cooperate?"

Xing Songfeng's face darkened, his gaze like that of a hunter from the darkness, staring intently at Zhao Chuantao, and he commanded fiercely.

"Huang Qiaqia, come here right now."

Huang Qiaqia stared at the gun in Xing Songfeng's hand and the burly bodyguard behind him, swallowing hard, his whole body trembling.

Zhao Chuantao smiled faintly, gently patted Huang Qiaqia's shoulder, and comforted her warmly.