Im Yoona stomped her foot in embarrassment and anger. She had planned to invite Yang Feng to lunch to repay him for relieving her illness on the bus, but she didn't expect that he would leave after they went back and forth.
Yang Feng stopped at the entrance of the elegant villa community, covered in sweat. He placed his hands on his knees, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling the scorching sun, and walked into the villa community.
"Hey, you look unfamiliar. You're probably not from this neighborhood."
A middle-aged security guard came out of the security room, stopped Yang Feng, and said.
"I'm here to see a friend of mine, security guard. Please let me in for a moment. I'll be right out."
Yang Feng spoke anxiously.
"That won't do, our community has regulations."
The middle-aged security guard decisively shook his head and said:
"You can tell me which villa that person lives in, and I can help you notify them."
"this..."
Yang Feng was taken aback. He truly didn't know which villa Han Shilan lived in; last time, he had only dropped her off at the entrance of the complex. After thinking for a moment, he immediately said:
"I'd like to ask if there are any residents with the surname Han in the villa. I'm here to see his daughter, Han Shilan."
"Oh—I understand."
The middle-aged security guard understood; so he had come to see Mayor Han, probably because of some connection to her daughter. He then spoke:
"You mean them? They left yesterday. Their villa is being sold, but it hasn't sold yet. Apparently, they went abroad."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng was stunned as if struck by lightning. He became completely dazed, quietly turned around, and slowly left.
Go abroad!
These two words kept echoing in Yang Feng's mind as he dragged his incredibly heavy body toward the road.
Yang Feng's pale face, frozen lips, and dejected appearance made him look like a man who had lost all will to live.
"Zzzzzzz—"
Just then, a white Maserati braked suddenly, but due to inertia, the front of the car still hit Yang Feng.
"Bang!!"
Yang Feng didn't make a sound. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed hard in the middle of the road.
Passersby stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on Yang Feng.
He actually got up from the ground and stood up unsteadily.
The Porsche owner quickly jumped out of the car, came to Yang Feng, and said with a worried expression:
"Handsome, are you alright?"
Yang Feng raised his head slightly, his dark hair partially covering his left eye, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with melancholy and sorrow.
sad!
Before me stood a beautiful woman, wearing a black long dress with bell sleeves and suspenders on both shoulders; it seemed to be two pieces joined together, exuding elegance.
"I'm fine," Yang Feng said hoarsely, and their eyes met.
This woman is Yang Yuqian, a daughter of the Yang family, who possesses both beauty and talent.
However, Yang Yuqian was deeply pierced by his gaze. She had never seen anyone with such melancholy eyes before. It was as if there was an attraction that made her stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 115 Youth Without Fear
"Are you alright? Oh! You're bleeding a lot."
A hint of panic flashed in Yang Yuqian's beautiful eyes. She took out a pack of napkins from a high-end restaurant and handed it to Yang Feng.
"Get away—"
Yang Feng's eyes were cold as he pushed her small hand away and dragged his heavy body across the street.
"Hey! What's wrong with this person?"
Yang Yuqian was a little annoyed. It was the first time she had ever handed a tissue to a boy, but she was met with his indifference.
In fact, Yang Feng is not a cold person. On the contrary, he is quite sunny. But now that he has suffered heartbreak, he has become a different person.
He might seem a bit of a womanizer, but he's very devoted.
"The blood from your head is flowing down to your face. I'll call an ambulance. Don't move for now."
Yang Yuqian stepped forward and blocked Yang Feng's path, her beautiful eyes fixed on the blood on his forehead, which was stuck to his hair.
She didn't know why she was so worried about a man today, but she felt she should do so.
"Blood?"