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Chapitre 24

Taking advantage? I'm afraid the first person to make a move will be this lecherous bastard!

"Where did you touch just now?" he sneered, a calculating glint in his eyes. "Anyway, we haven't gotten together in ages, so how about we set a time tomorrow..."

"No need!" Zhuo Hua hurriedly declined, explaining a second time as if he valued his life highly: "I'm innocent, Master Fang! I was just trying to take the wine cup from her hand, how could I dare to touch her?" Besides, he had to go after his wife, how could he have the guts to do anything romantic?

"A wine glass?"

Startled for a moment, Fang Weiyang belatedly realized that the beauty in his arms not only had flushed cheeks and was delirious, but also exuded a faint fragrance of wine.

"Which bastard forced her to drink?" he roared in fury.

Uh...should I tell him that bastard is being held in his arms? Zhuo Hua hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he was afraid of the "evil force" of Fang Weiyang, a martial arts master.

"Actually, she drank it herself!" he said tactfully, thinking that this would absolve him of any further involvement. But unexpectedly—

"Then why didn't you stop them!" came another angry roar.

Stop him? Please, he just snatched a wine glass from her hand and he looks like he's going to kill her. If I try to stop him, I might accidentally touch her somewhere and be dead.

"Yang, keep your voice down. You don't want her in the news tomorrow, do you?" He glanced at the reporters who were engrossed in their stories and offered his advice. Otherwise, their names would probably be on the front page of every major newspaper tomorrow. Haha, I've already thought of the headlines: "Female Beauty Causes Trouble, Two Company Leaders Clash."

Fang Weiyang scoffed, knowing in his heart that he was being unreasonable. He said no more, took Fengzi in his arms, and left.

"That kid really values women over friends!"

Zhuo Hua shook his head and chuckled, but a charming figure involuntarily surfaced in his mind, and a fervent passion slowly gathered in his usually unruly eyes.

"Ex-wife..."

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Knowing full well that he should take her home, he instead used the lame excuse of "not knowing" to take her back to his place.

He gently placed her on the large bed, gazing at her languid and charming sleeping posture with mesmerized admiration, speechless for a long time. What kind of flutter was this feeling? This house, just with her in it, had become warm and sweet, like a home, a place he had always dreamed of.

The Takahashi mansion in Kyoto was originally considered home to him. When his "mother" was still alive, he, Jiro, and Minako were considered a family. However, with his "mother's" last words, the illusion of peace shattered. He began to hate that "family" and also hated "him." He always wanted to gather strength to rebel, but before he came of age, that incident happened. He didn't have time to do anything. He fled in shame and anger, and this escape lasted for ten years. Ten years.

But he still didn't want to let him go, though he was no longer the naive boy he could manipulate and control ten years ago.

Do you understand, Father? He sneered inwardly.

His dark eyes, chilled by memories of the past, gradually warmed again when he saw her sleeping sweetly on the bed. Carefully, he moved closer, and with the utmost devotion, pressed his lips to hers, sealing their love with a kiss—

In this life, you are my dearest love.

In her hazy state, Fengzi was startled by the wetness and itchiness on her lips. She chuckled softly and said coquettishly, "Lucky, stop...stop it, it tickles!"

Lucky? She actually...

Startled, Fang Weiyang looked up, a bitter smile playing on his lips. So, in her heart, there was still only that man, and everything that happened that afternoon was just his wishful thinking, his delusions of love. So that's how it is…

Suddenly, a look of resentment and bitterness flashed across his eyes, but a moment later his expression returned to its original loneliness and desolation. He chuckled lightly, almost uncontrollably, until he coughed violently and his voice became hoarse.

He shouldn't have loved, he shouldn't have coveted that warmth and tranquility that didn't belong to him... If he had tried his best to restrain himself, would his heart no longer ache, and would he no longer feel that emptiness that left him in despair?

Who, who is crying?

Startled awake by the faint moans around her ears, she panicked and struggled against the force that was making her dizzy. After several struggles, she fluttered her fan-like eyelashes, slowly opened her eyes, and stared at his face.

"Don't...don't cry." She struggled to sit up, but the little hand that was tugging at his clothes pulled him into her arms instead.

"You..." He had no intention of speculating any further, so he remained silent, simply staring blankly as she did as she pleased.

"Shh—don't cry, don't cry..."

Although she was not fully conscious, she followed her kind instincts, gently stroking his handsome, woman-like eyebrows, and kissed his desolate black eyes that caused her heartache once more, sucking on them tenderly.

Don't cry. After he gave her his heart and she turned him away, what right did she have to criticize him? Did she even realize that such subtle tenderness would hurt him?

He chuckled again, a low, hoarse laugh that sounded like weeping or wailing.

"Don't cry...don't cry..."

His laughter caused her unbearable heartache, and she hurriedly tried to stop him. After repeated failures, in desperation, she simply sealed his lips with hers, sending her last sigh into his mouth.

she……

He was stunned for two seconds, then his resentment gradually subsided. He closed his eyes, savoring the kiss and responding to it. Only when she pressed him for more did he deepen the kiss with ecstasy, and everything gradually heated up.

Their minds wander between madness and emptiness, no longer questioning who is in whose heart, nor caring what the person beside them feels. They rely solely on their bodily instincts, depending on each other, comforting each other, and warming each other, in order to obtain more and better things to fill the deep, empty chasm in their hearts...

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"Ugh... I'd rather just die."

At dawn, she sneaked back to her residence, and Fengzi buried her head in the quilt, wailing in agony.

How could this happen? She only had a little to drink, and she did something so foolish... How will she ever be able to face anyone again?

"You're back!"

After watching the play from the doorway for a long time, Ye Zi finally had a change of heart and asked out of concern, so as not to suffocate herself out of shame.

"Uh?" Turning around and seeing Ye Zi, Feng Zi's originally flushed cheeks turned even redder with guilt. She stammered, "Ye... Ye Zi, why... so early?"

"Early?" Ye Zi raised an eyebrow and looked at her best friend's disheveled appearance, messy hair, and blushing cheeks. She snorted coldly, "For someone who has spent the night in passion, it's naturally a bit early. As for us poor souls waiting at the door in the middle of the night, how dare we say 'early'!"

Suddenly, Feng Zi's face turned bright red, and even her neck and collarbone flushed pink. She stared at Ye Zi in disbelief, unable to utter a word.