Qiu Yingrong walked into Jingxin Tea House, imdiately waved, and had a waiter lead her to the No. 3 private room on the second floor.
In an instant, the waiter led Qiu Yingrong to the door of the private room and gently knocked on it.
After a few seconds, the door was imdiately opened, and Zhang Zefeng’s figure entered Qiu Yingrong’s sight.
Upon seeing Qiu Yingrong, an imperceptible fervor flashed deep in Zhang Zefeng’s eyes, but his face didn’t show it. Instead, he looked at Qiu Yingrong courteously and said, "Yingrong, you’re here. Please, co in and sit."
Hearing Zhang Zefeng’s words, Qiu Yingrong took a deep breath, hesitated slightly, and eventually chose to walk into the private room, sitting down on a chair.
"Yingrong, why don’t you have so tea first."
Seeing Qiu Yingrong walk in, Zhang Zefeng hurriedly closed the door, walked inside, and poured a cup of tea from the teapot, handing it to Qiu Yingrong.
Qiu Yingrong glanced at Zhang Zefeng, picked up the tea cup, and sipped lightly at the edge of her red lips: "Can you now tell who poisoned my daughter?"
Seeing Qiu Yingrong drink the tea, a glint flickered in Zhang Zefeng’s eyes. He looked at Qiu Yingrong and slowly began, "Yingrong, actually, I don’t know who poisoned Lingling..."
"What did you say, Zhang Zefeng? Are you lying to ?"
Upon hearing these words, Qiu Yingrong’s face instantly turned ugly, her voice cold as ice.
"Yingrong, let explain."
Seeing Qiu Yingrong’s expression, Zhang Zefeng pretended to open his mouth in a panic to explain: "Yingrong, it’s just that I miss you too much, so I made up this reason to deceive you. I just wanted to see you, but rest assured, I can promise you that I will help you find the culprit who poisoned Lingling. You must believe , I can help you."
"No need, I will investigate this matter myself. Zhang Zefeng, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now. Goodbye."
As the words fell, without a second thought, Qiu Yingrong stood up from the chair and turned to walk outside without any hesitation.
But before Qiu Yingrong could take the first step, an unnatural flush appeared on her face, a sudden warmth rising in her lower abdon, her body imdiately becoming sowhat feverish, her breath catching and her exquisite face slowly heating up, a strong desire surfacing from deep within her heart...
This realization made Qiu Yingrong’s face suddenly change, her heart sinking to the bottom. She wasn’t a naive fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, ignorant of the world; she knew exactly why she felt this way, and it was surely due to the dubious cup of tea.
"Zhang Zefeng, why did you do this?"
Qiu Yingrong turned her head to look at Zhang Zefeng, biting her red lips hard, trying to suppress the wave of emotions in her heart.
"Why did I do this? Hahaha, Qiu Yingrong, you’re asking now why I did this?"
Upon hearing Qiu Yingrong’s words, Zhang Zefeng’s courteous face suddenly turned sinister, his eyes flashing with madness, tinged with hysteria: "Qiu Yingrong, I’ve pursued you for four years, during which I’ve been completely devoted to you, but you! You’ve always ignored , acting as if I don’t exist, claiming you have a daughter and don’t want any intimate contact with n. I believed it. But in the end, I discovered you’d been treating like a fool, like a toy. Yesterday, at the luxury store, you chatted happily with Lu Tianxing. Are you planning to sleep with him?"
"Zhang Zefeng, were you following ?"
"Following you? How could I not follow you and discover that you’re nothing but trash? You despise because I’m just an ordinary person, while Lu Tian is the husband of Bai’s Group chairman and the third young master of Lu Family, right? I thought Qiu Yingrong was a noble, untouchable woman, but now I see you’re just shaless trash. Since that’s the case, why should I pursue you? I might as well just play with you, isn’t that better?"
Zhang Zefeng’s face carried a mad smile, his gaze fell on Qiu Yingrong with fervor. He was finally going to get this woman; she would finally belong to him.
Feeling Zhang Zefeng’s beast-like gaze, terror flashed across Qiu Yingrong’s face, her complexion drained of all color, her heart sinking into an abyss. She hadn’t imagined things would turn out like this.
Zhang Zefeng seed to particularly enjoy seeing this expression on Qiu Yingrong’s face, his smile cold: "Oh, and you want to know who poisoned your daughter? I’ll tell you now, it was ."
"Don’t look at with such hatred; you pushed to this. I’ve pursued you for four years, and you treated coldly but hooked up with a man you’d just t. You pushed to this. You rejected because of your daughter, so I decided to ruin her, to make you live in regret forever."
Zhang Zefeng’s face beca increasingly sinister, his voice chilling as if from the Nine Nether Purgatory: "I didn’t expect my ticulously planned poisoning to be thwarted by Lu Tianxing. Your daughter is alright after all. But it doesn’t matter now—soon, you will belong to . Hahaha..."
"Zhang Zefeng, you’re a beast..."
"A beast?"
Zhang Zefeng interrupted Qiu Yingrong, laughing: "You’re right; I’m a beast. So what does a beast do to you next?"
Feeling Zhang Zefeng’s possessive gaze, Qiu Yingrong’s body trembled slightly, her voice quivering: "Zhang Zefeng, don’t act recklessly. You should know who I am; if you dare to touch , Qiu Family won’t spare you."
"Hahaha, Qiu Family! When I beco your man, I’ll be part of Qiu Family. Would they harm their own son-in-law?"
With these words, Zhang Zefeng stood up from his chair.
"Don’t act recklessly."
Qiu Yingrong looked at Zhang Zefeng in panic, feeling her body suddenly turn into a furnace, a strong feeling rising from deep within her heart, her originally flushed face becoming even more crimson, like a juicy peach tempting one to take a bite.
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