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C412
On the huge double bed, Qianqian hugged her knees, trying her best to curl into a small ball. Her hands tightly hugged her body, clutching her cashmere shawl. Her delicate shoulders trembled, her reddened eyes still had traces of undried tears.
Everything was reflected in Ye Feng's eyes and tormented his heart.
He knew that Rong Heting wouldn't let her off so easily when he saw her again. He also sent people to find her when Qianqian wasn't home for a long time.
However, he didn't expect Rong Heting to make a move on Qianqian so quickly.
Easily and obediently staying by Qianqian's side, Ye Feng carefully sat beside Qianqian and held her cold little hand.
"Qianqian, are you alright?" he asked softly.
Qianqian gritted her teeth and shook her head. Her tears of fear followed her actions and dripped onto the bed, filling the room with heart-wrenching tears.
"Brother Feng," she sobbed. She turned around slightly and moved closer to Ye Feng's embrace. She then grasped Ye Feng's collar tightly. "Don't leave me."
"I was wrong, wuu …
"I'm here."
Ye Feng embraced Qianqian. The crying of Qianqian reminded him of the unbearable time six years ago. He would not let anything that hurt Qianqian happen again. He could not allow that to happen to anyone.
This night's banquet was destined to end in a strange atmosphere.
Just a second ago, Ye Feng, as the Sofia Country Prince, hurriedly left. In the next minute, the Charm City Emperor Rong Heting seemed to have changed as he sat down in front of the water bar alone and drank his wine one cup after another.
The bartender knew that the people attending this banquet were either men, women, or young, and were all rich and powerful. The person in front of him was even more so.
This little thing Mu Qianqian has been hiding from him for six years.
Rong Heting revealed a dangerous smile at the corner of his mouth. He found countless ways to punish the little thing that hid from him for six years.
He thought back to Qianqian who had instinctively resisted him under his body. The fear in her eyes and the tears flowing out of them didn't seem like an act.
Then, had Mu Qianqian forgotten him?
Oh, I only remember Ye Feng and forgot him, Rong Heting?
Thinking about this, Rong Heting felt like killing people with his reddened eyes. The strength in his hand was so strong that it could only be crushed a little bit more.
He definitely wouldn't allow Mu Qianqian to forget about him, Rong Heting, so easily.
Rong Heting drank the high-end liquor in his glass.
Mu Qianqian was his. No matter where he fled to, she would be his!
His possessions, without his permission, could not do anything to harm himself!
Another cup of wine was about to be downed, but it was stopped by a pair of slender hands.
Jiang Wenqian didn't notice that Rong Heting had returned to the venue. When she did, Rong Heting was already sitting alone at the bar, drinking like a madman.
"Heting," the strength in her hands increased as Jiang Wenqian watched in pain as Rong Heting ignored her existence and continued to drink from his glass.
Was the fiancée of Prince Pegasus really that charming?
Jiang Wenqianxin massaged her hands unwillingly. She recalled how she tried so hard to compete with all the different women who showed up next to Rong Heting all these years. She was willing to give everything in order to stand next to Rong Heting.
But how could she be willing to let that woman, who stood beside Prince Pekka and could only nod and smile, get all of this, or even more, so easily?
Seeing Rong Heting's figure sway a few times, Jiang Wenqian immediately rushed forward to support him. After whispering a few words into Rong Heting's ear, Jiang Wenqian clenched her teeth and helped Rong Heting walk towards the side door.
Luo Yu had left early and Hua Yunrong had disappeared without anyone noticing. Ling Ao's focus was on expanding his influence in the political world. This was a rare opportunity for her to be alone with Rong Heting.
The employee's side door was smashed open. Before Jiang Wenqian had even managed to unlock the car that had been parked in the alley in a sorry state, countless photos of the two of them being embraced were taken by the entertainment reporter who was squatting there.
"You! Why are you guys here too!? "
Jiang Wenqian exclaimed as she helped Rong Heting into the car without any delay.
"Aiya, Jiang Dajian, you can't blame us for this." As one of the reporters spoke, he did not forget to take a few more pictures of Rong Heting's drunk face with his camera.
"We can receive a letter here and wait for some female star to fall in love, but she actually lost a big fish." The other person gave a coy smile and bowed towards Jiang Wenqian. "I also want to thank you, Jiang Dajin, for your tasting food."
"Just wait for my summons." Jiang Wenqian snorted coldly as she got into the car and quickly drove away from the scene.
The red sports car was speeding along the road of the center of Charm City, while Rong Heting was silently sitting in the back seat, making Jiang Wenqian unable to guess whether he was really drunk or just holding back his anger.
The car drove into the brightly lit Rong Mansion. Ting Lan, who had been waiting for a while, watched as Jiang Wenqian supported Rong Heting to the door. She strode forward to take the drunk Young Master Rong, but was stopped by Jiang Wenqian.
"I'll walk Young Master Rong back to his room."
Ting Lan was well aware of the subtle relationship between Jiang Wenqian and Rong Heting. In the end, she bitterly retreated to the side and watched as Jiang Wenqian helped Rong Heting walk towards the bedroom with a complicated expression on her face.
"The people in the alley were arranged by you." Rong Heting, who was originally drunk, said in a low voice after stepping into the bedroom.
"Heting..." "How could I …" Jiang Wenqian tidied up her long hair and responded.
"Do you think I can't see why you've been so close to me?"
Rong Heting, who seemed to have woken up from his stupor, walked up to Jiang Wenqian and looked at her condescendingly. He then reached out his hand to grab Jiang Wenqian's slender wrist.
"Heting..." "It hurts …"
A tiny refusal slipped into Rong Heting's ears. His eyes turned cold and a demonic smile appeared on his face.
"Pain?" Didn't you always want to be my woman? "
Rong Heting's strength increased and the man before her released a dangerous aura. For the first time, Jiang Wenqian felt the need to retreat.
"Today, I'll give you this chance."
Rong Heting forcefully threw Jiang Wenqian's body onto the bed and roughly wrapped the loosened tie around Jiang Wenqian's hands.
"Heting, wait, Heting, what are you going to do?" Jiang Wenqian, who had been completely frightened by Rong Heting's actions, twisted her body uneasily.
"Hiss — —" The sound of fabric being torn was extremely loud in the room. Jiang Wenqian's expensive evening dress was torn into pieces by Rong Heting just like torn fabric, and was casually thrown onto the ground.
Without giving Jiang Wenqian any chance to prepare, Rong Heting grabbed onto Jiang Wenqian's legs and forcefully pulled them apart.
Jiang Wenqian was both scared and excited. She had been waiting for this day for too long, but just when she thought Rong Heting would take her, the man suddenly stood up and left.