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"Haha, you’re the fool, not ." Lin Zifeng’s facial muscles twitched, and he smiled before turning away.
"Mr. Lin, I hope we can have a good talk?"
Hawke Martin was not angry. He stepped forward courteously, glancing at Nangong Bing in the car.
"I have nothing to discuss with you." Lin Zifeng ignored him, got in the car, and quickly left the scene, leaving Hawke Martin extending his hand with a helpless, bitter smile on his face.
"Young master, should we get rid of that kid?"
At this mont, an elderly man in a suit approached from outside the Rolls-Royce, suggesting the idea.
"No need. It adds flavor to the situation. Without competition, even if you win, there’s no sense of achievent."
Hawke Martin smiled, watching the car drive away. He didn’t feel disappointed...
"Aren’t you curious about who he is?"
In the car, Lin Zifeng kept his focus on driving without asking about the man he had just t. The calr he appeared, the less tranquil Nangong Bing felt.
"What should I ask?" Lin Zifeng puckered his lips, not understanding her words.
When you’re together, life’s bound to have friction and minor problems. The best approach is to turn a blind eye now and then. Over-managing things isn’t necessarily good.
Lin Zifeng being outside was sothing Nangong Bing was aware of. She just chose to endure so things without wanting to expose them.
"Aren’t you curious about who that Hawke Martin guy was? Why he showed up here?" Nangong Bing’s eyes were complex, and Lin Zifeng’s display of calmness only made her more unsettled.
The most intolerable thing for a man is when his woman interacts with other n outside, and the relationships remain unclear.
In this regard, Nangong Bing had to admit Lin Zifeng was quite generous, and she hadn’t done anything to betray him.
"If you don’t want to say, why should I ask?" Lin Zifeng said lightly. He was a confident and generous man, able to see that Mr. Hawke Martin was pursuing Nangong Bing.
But many pursue Nangong Bing. If he got jealous over everyone, wouldn’t he exhaust himself?
"He’s the first friend I t on my blog. Every ti I wrote about my mood, he was the first to comnt. Moreover, during my most vulnerable tis, he always offered different advice. But my relationship with him is just that of online friends, not the kind of friendship you might think."
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Lin Zifeng’s mind went blank.
"What did you say?"
Lin Zifeng was suddenly montarily bewildered.
He knew Nangong Bing liked to post things on her blog. Her alias was ’Icy Tenderness.’ Initially, Lin Zifeng himself secretly registered an alias to comnt. But he never revealed his true identity, being too busy later to think about it. Did Hawke Martin pose as him and then confess to Nangong Bing?
Thinking about all this and what Nangong Bing just said, Lin Zifeng was convinced it was that shaless bastard Hawke Martin pretending to be him! Back then, Lin Zifeng had anonymously left ssages for Nangong Bing, never expecting this guy to take advantage!
"I’m just simple online friends with him; don’t overthink."
Nangong Bing looked at him irritably, assured him confidently.
"Oh." Lin Zifeng nodded, keeping the truth to himself. Even if he confessed to her now that he was the one leaving ssages, would Nangong Bing believe him?
Trusting his wife and ignoring mindless flies was Lin Zifeng’s priority.
"Relax, I know my wife well, don’t I?" Lin Zifeng grinned, knowing that because they hadn’t truly communicated, Nangong Bing expressed so of her thoughts in her blog.
The couple was ant to support and rely on each other, sharing their deepest thoughts openly for mutual understanding.
"Oh, Lin, earlier your face was as dark as a stone. And now, you’ve quickly swapped to this expression. Why do you seem increasingly unsettling?"
Nangong Bing laughed, entertained by the quick shift in his expression.
"Where is that? I’m just being generous. If I don’t understand my own wife, who else will, right?" Lin Zifeng said with a grin.
"Stop babbling, by the way. I forgot to ask you sothing. The other day when you suddenly disappeared, where did you go? Don’t tell again it was the Martial Arts sending you on a task; you’ve been lying to with that for too long. Do you think I would still believe it?"
"What can I do if you don’t believe? You know my identity is quite secretive now," Lin Zifeng parked the car by the roadside, spread his hands, looking helpless.
"Okay, take ho first. Last night, you took them out drinking. Do you really think I didn’t know? I just didn’t care to ntion it."
Nangong Bing’s charming eyes sparkled. Hearing him speak of trust, her heart felt sweeter than honey.
"..."
Lin Zifeng was speechless, feeling worse than swallowing a dead child.
However, over in Fusang, Monet Yun’s situation wasn’t as favorable as Lin Zifeng’s at present.
Jipu Qingtian’s negotiations with Lin Zifeng failed, nearly making Monet Yun a sacrificial lamb.
Lin Zifeng’s sudden departure thrust Monet Yun into an edge of indecision.
On one side stood her family, and on the other, the man she cherished.
Abandoning her family to follow that man carried enormous risks; who knows if Lin Zifeng would truly accept her?
"Jing Yun! You’re so thoughtless! Do you know what kind of situation you’ll face if you lose this gamble? Have you ever thought it through?"
Jipu Qingfeng, hands behind his back, scolded angrily.
The table before him had been shattered by his rage!
"But if I don’t take a chance, I’ll always end up as just a sacrificial lamb within the family!"
Monet Yun thought she wasn’t wrong.
This ti, the Nantian Gang’s people got driven away; the bla wasn’t Lin Zifeng’s.
Her family’s depth made Monet Yun now realize the real dread they brought.
"Even if you stake yourself on him, you’ll lose even more!"
Jipu Qingfeng yelled, eyes bulging, having cultivated Monet Yun personally and unwilling to see her destroy her future for a man.
"Anyway, I’ve made up my mind. If you elders want to take action, then I have nothing to say!"
"Slap!"
Jipu Qingfeng slapped Monet Yun hard across her delicate face, causing a streak of red blood to flow from her mouth.
"Think this over. I’ll cover for you for now. If you maintain close contact with that kid again, it’ll depend on your fate whether the leader decides to kill you!"
After speaking, Jipu Qingfeng turned and left.
"Elder!"
Suddenly, Monet Yun called out to Jipu Qingfeng.
"Woosh..."
A cold gleam flashed across Jipu Qingfeng’s eyes.
"Swoosh..."
Blood spurted furiously, and Jipu Qingfeng slapped Monet Yun away.
"Bang!"
The wooden cabinet in the room smashed to pieces, and dust swirled.
"You dared to assassinate !"
Jipu Qingfeng never imagined that soone he trusted would stab him at such a crucial mont!
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