Su Yan was carried into the car.
Feng Rong sat beside her, not glancing at her even once.
The whole journey was silent.
Twenty minutes later.
The car stopped.
The car door opened.
Hong Ye’s voice ca through
"Young Master, Miss Su. We’ve arrived."
Saying this, Su Yan stepped out.
Looking at the villa in front of her.
She paused for a mont.
Then, she pursed her lips.
Wasn’t this the place she had just left?
She had walked for two or three hours, almost reaching ho with great difficulty.
But ended up being taken back to the original place.
Feng Rong didn’t look at Su Yan again, striding inside.
Hong Ye gestured to Su Yan, inviting her
"Miss Su Yan, please."
Su Yan hesitated but still walked in.
She didn’t walk very fast.
It didn’t look much different from usual.
But the feeling of her legs turning weak, perhaps only she knew it.
As she walked in, the aroma of the dishes hit her.
Making her swallow unconsciously.
She turned her head, looking towards the dining area.
There, a variety of exquisite dishes were laid out.
Freshly cooked.
Feng Rong sat directly at the table.
Su Yan stood in the living room.
Blinked, then averted her gaze.
She really couldn’t stand anymore.
She leaned on the sofa and sat down.
She spoke slowly
"You called here, is there anything else?"
Her voice was very calm, with no discernible emotion.
Su Yan lowered her head, looking at her fingers.
Perhaps she had accidentally scratched them while resting against a tree.
There was a cut on her hand.
When touched, it stung sharply.
Her hand rested on her leg again.
As if nothing had happened.
Feng Rong didn’t respond.
He just continued eating his al slowly.
Su Yan then didn’t speak anymore.
She just sat there, waiting.
Outside, it was already completely dark.
The clock hand moved from seven to eight o’clock.
She calculated carefully.
If she walked ho now, it would probably be after eleven.
Her current physical strength couldn’t handle any unexpected situations.
The later it got, the more likely unexpected situations would occur.
For example, robbery or assault.
So, now she had to leave.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but purse her lips.
She was almost ho already.
She stood up from the sofa.
"I’m leaving."
Feng Rong’s eyelids lifted, and his hand holding the chopsticks paused.
His gaze looked at her intensely.
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth
"Leave? Where do you think you can go?"
Su Yan looked at him without speaking.
Feng Rong put down the chopsticks in his hand.
He walked from the dining table to Su Yan.
Looking her up and down.
His smile gradually disappeared, replaced by an expressionless face
"Su Yan, you’re really sothing."
He reached out and grabbed her arm.
At this point, how could Su Yan muster any strength to resist?
In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into his arms.
And then, she was trapped between the sofa and him.
She lowered her head, swayed a little, then leaned her head on his shoulder.
She spoke out
"If you want to discuss anything with , you’ll have to wait until tomorrow."
She spoke formally, using a tone she had never used with Feng Rong before.
Feng Rong listened to her words, clearly hearing the distance and formality in her tone.
He tightened his grip on her waist.
Let out a cold laugh.
Lowered his head, whispering in her ear
"This new attitude of yours towards , is it for soone else?"
Su Yan paused, looked up.
But before she could speak, she heard Feng Rong say
"For that man, the one you sent gifts and wrote love letters to?"
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