Quenching

Xing Songfeng made no attempt to conceal the ferocity and coldness in his heart; his terrifying gaze sent chills down one's spine.

Large beads of sweat rolled down Huang Qiaqia's pale face.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to see Charming and..."

"Huang Qiaqia, I'll say it again, get over here right now."

Huang Qiaqia's legs went weak, her teeth were chattering, she didn't know how to close her mouth which was suddenly wide open, and her throat felt dry as if it was blocked.

Xing Songfeng waved his hand, and another large group of bodyguards surrounded him. Before Huang Qiaqia could react, his arms were grabbed tightly and his body was lifted into the air.

With a loud bang, the car door slammed shut, and a barrage of curses rained down upon him.

"Why aren't you and Kong Yanfei properly attending the birthday party? What are you doing running around like that? Can you just go to the rooftop like that? What if something happens?"

Is Zhao Chuantao a bad person?

"What kind of good person would I be if I talked about seductive things with you?"

Huang Qiaqia gripped the car seat tightly, trembling all over, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a sound.

Xing Songfeng glanced sideways at Huang Qiaqia, whose face was ashen, put away his gun, and said with disdain.

"She can't tell the difference between good and bad people, and she argues with me all the time."

"We are discussing the 'Grendanas Madonna,' 'The Birth of Venus,' and 'The Three Graces.'"

Xing Songfeng tugged at his collar, casually unscrewed a bottle of saliva, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

"Aren't they alluring?"

How did you know I was on the top floor?

“Wu Haofeng told me that you were on the top floor, and I was parking my car at the time.”

Xing Songfeng suddenly realized that Luo Kongyanfei was all alone on the top floor. He made a phone call, his face darkened, and he turned around and cursed fiercely.

"Can't you just stay put down here? Why are you running around on the top floor?"

"Wh...what...is wrong?"

Xing Songfeng glared fiercely at Huang Qiaqia and said in a harsh voice.

"Zhao Chuantao kidnapped Kong Yanfei?"

A look of fear flashed in Huang Qiaqia's eyes. She gripped Xing Songfeng's arm tightly and said in a panic.

Why was Kong Yanfei kidnapped?

Xing Songfeng shook off Huang Qiaqia's hand with a look of disgust.

"Don't ask."

"Police uncle!"

"Why call the police? I'll handle it myself."

"How are you going to solve this? You have such a large group of bodyguards and you still can't handle it, you..."

Huang Qiaqia didn't want to waste any more words with Xing Songfeng, so she took out her phone and was about to dial when Xing Songfeng snatched the phone away and questioned her.

"What do you want to do?"

"I called Sheng Shanxing's brother. He is Kong Yanfei's legal husband, so of course he has the right to know?"

“What right do you have to know? I’m telling you, I can handle this. You don’t need to tell Sheng Shanxing.”

"How are you going to resolve this? You're not going to call the police, you..."

"Shut up and drive."

Xing Songfeng harshly reprimanded Huang Qiaqia and took out his phone.

Huang Qiaqia turned to look out the car window. They were about to get on the highway, and he couldn't catch up with me. His chubby little hand quietly reached for Xing Songfeng's phone, which he had tossed on the car seat. He gritted his teeth, made a snap decision, quickly pressed the door switch, gripped the phone tightly, and jumped out of the car.

"You little brat, stop the car."

"Second Young Master...highway..."

"parking."

Xing Songfeng's eyes blazed with fury, his face dark and scathing, and he roared.

"Stop."

Huang Qiaqia was covered in sweat and panting heavily as she ran, frantically searching for a phone number: Brother Sheng Shanxing… Brother Sheng Shanxing… Sheng Shanxing…

"If you run again, I'll kill you."

With a fierce roar from Xing Songfeng, Huang Qiaqia suddenly lost his balance, his body tilted forward instantly, and he fell to the ground. His phone was snatched from his hand, and he was thrown into the air.

Huang Qiaqia, who was being carried by Xing Songfeng, screamed desperately.

"How can you save me, you..."

"I will definitely save Kong Yanfei and I won't let anyone hurt her."

With a "bang," Huang Qiaqia's room door was slammed shut. Huang Qiaqia ran to the door, pressed her ear against it, and as her footsteps grew fainter, she took off her shoes, grabbed her tablet, tiptoed onto the bed, pulled the covers over her head, tucked them in, and very gently pressed the power button.

His eyes darted around the vibrant and colorful startup screen, wishing he could swipe it all away and skip it with a single click. His left hand kept fidgeting with his fingers, and he silently prayed, "Faster, faster, faster."

With a loud bang, the door was pushed open.

Huang Qiaqia felt as if a huge rock had struck her heart. Cold sweat poured down her back, and her fingertips frantically tapped the screen in hope. She regretted that she had video chatted with Wanli Fuguang too late last night. The tablet had automatically shut down and now she had to restart it and enter her password again.

What are you doing?

A chilling, eerie sound came from outside the blanket. Huang Qiaqia suddenly shivered. In the sweltering summer heat, Huang Qiaqia felt a bone-chilling coldness throughout her body.

"I...I'm going to sleep."

Huang Qiaqia was breathing rapidly, gritting her teeth in anger. The password was wrong.

"Get out of bed."

The sound of the wind through the pines is like a man-eating demon.

Huang Qiaqia's chubby little finger entered the wrong password again. One more time, and another...

In an instant, the blinding light shone directly on Huang Qiaqia's cheek.

"You...you get out...I want to sleep."

Huang Qiaqia twisted the quilt tighter and tighter in his hands, sweating profusely as he ordered Xing Songfeng to hurry up.

"take it out."

Huang Qiaqia's eyes were red, her nose was sore, her chubby little face trembled, and she stretched out her arm, pointing shakily to the door.

"You...you get out...you..."

Fortunately, Huang Qiaqia hid the tablet under her body, so she still had a chance.

The cold glint in Xing Songfeng's eyes was laced with contempt, devoid of any warmth.

"Little brat, don't force me to do it myself."

"You...don't come over."

"Be sensible."

"get out."

Hearing Huang Qiaqia's furious and desperate rebuke, Wu Haofeng, who had just entered the room, grabbed his bag and rushed into Huang Qiaqia's bedroom.

Huang Qiaqia lay on the bed, her face deathly pale, her eyelashes fogged with a thick mist, her small hands tightly gripping the blanket, her whole body trembling, her breathing deliberately suppressed, staring in terror at Xing Songfeng standing menacingly by the bedside.

"what happened?"

Wu Haofeng threw down his laptop bag and stepped forward to push Songfeng away as if to warn him, but Songfeng remained unmoved.

Wu Haofeng paused for half a second, as if he understood something. He turned around and comforted her with a gentle expression.

"Huang Qiaqia, don't be afraid. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll help you solve it."

Huang Qiaqia's tears welled up instantly, and she sobbed softly.

"Wu Haofeng, I want to sleep. Take Xing Songfeng out."

Wu Haofeng nodded understandingly, then turned and nudged Songfeng, advising him in a stiff tone.

"Huang Qiaqia, if you want to sleep, what are you doing standing here? Get out!"

Xing Songfeng, who was full of hostility, was about to speak when Wu Haofeng gave him a look that made Xing Songfeng understand immediately.

"Let's go."