At seven in the morning, Feng Xiaoyue drove over in her silver-gray Land Rover.
The Land Rover was indeed large. Besides its silver-gray base color, it had artistic rusty orange patches that perfectly matched the artistic and charming widow's temperant.
Alas... Liu Zhizhong felt a pang of sorrow. Such a young, beautiful, chaste widow barely in her thirties! A poor, short-fated beauty!
She was still a flower, but one difficult to pluck, with thorns!
She herself wasn't thorny; the thorns were the relationships around her, sigh～～～
Sitting in the comfortable front passenger seat, the faint, lingering scent of a woman in the car made Liu Zhizhong enjoy it imnsely.
Feng Xiaoyue wore an artistic short dress with a star and moon pattern and an off-shoulder strap, revealing her soft, tender, snowy-white arms and shoulders, her beautiful legs, and her chest line exuding a subtle allure. The faint fragrance around her was still so tantalizingly charming.
Liu Zhizhong gave a bitter smile and said, "Director Feng, fate is... really unpredictable, and no one can foresee it."
Feng Xiaoyue's red lips curled slightly, a bewitching smile at the corner of her mouth, and she replied calmly, "What else can we do? Don't call Director Feng anymore, alright? I don't plan on working in film and entertainnt anymore, it's no longer necessary, sigh…"
"Then… shall I call you Sister Yue?"
"Hehe…" Feng Xiaoyue was amused by Liu Zhizhong's still-magnetic voice, which had a slight flirtatious undertone.
"Sure! Let's go, accompany Sister Yue to the airport for a play."
As Feng Xiaoyue spoke, she started the car, driving Liu Zhizhong out of the villa.
Liu Zhizhong couldn't help shaking his head, "Sigh… Sister Yue, I really didn't know, the whole story was like that."
"Like what?"
Liu Zhizhong no longer felt like hiding it and directly explained his relationship with Qian Xuan. He also recounted what happened back then, including what he knew about Zheng Sanjing's situation.
Feng Xiaoyue listened calmly, driving steadily. Her beautiful profile, her flowing black hair, and the slight tremor at the corner of her mouth revealed so sadness, but she maintained good control of her emotions.
After listening, she let out a faint sigh and said, "Everyone has monts when they are not in control of their destiny. For my brother's sake, I had to do that; the Feng family had to do that. Compared to the Zheng family, the Feng family has declined. I knew that you got along well with Qian Xuan and Xiang Wenhua. Knowing these things and not saying them, thank you for respecting ."
"Actually…"
Liu Zhizhong paused and then nodded, looking ahead, "It's a kind of protection, isn't it? On Mr. Sanjing's mourning hall, the way I dealt with Qin Bo was also a form of protection, you understand that, right?"
Feng Xiaoyue, recalling the past, felt a warm feeling in her heart and couldn't help but glance at Liu Zhizhong while waiting at the traffic light.
A handso, elegant man, stirring a woman's heart.
Feng Xiaoyue said, "What happened at the mourning hall had a huge impact on . Your bravery and courage are sothing I will never forget for the rest of my life. Thank you for protecting , thank you for saving the company. That move was really brilliant, making soone like Qin Bo suffer silently and back off knowing the difficulties."
"It's a pity… hehe, I did take great risks to save the company, yet you still handed it over to the Zheng family for nothing."
Feng Xiaoyue gave a slightly bitter smile and said, "As I said, everyone has monts when they are not in control of their destiny. Giving up the company for freedom, it's no big deal."
"But… giving up all financial authority, are you really free? Third Uncle Zheng's actions today have even taken away my freedom."
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