After leaving the Nantian Gang, Lin Zifeng was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Everything was arranged; now he could finally accomplish his own tasks without any worries.
Previously, his greatest concern was Nangong Bing. Now that she had gotten angry, even he was no match for her; at ho, there was also such a powerful big dog. Together with himself, this super strong combo could probably dominate the entire Martial Arts world, right?
After returning ho in the evening, Lin Zifeng told Nangong Bing about his plan entirely.
Nangong Bing’s response was as calm as could be.
Two words.
"Alright!"
Damn! That expression is just too epic!
"Your husband is going to Dragon City, and you don’t even have sothing nice to say?" Lin Zifeng jumped around in frustration, almost dying of anger.
Nangong Bing glanced at him indifferently, expressionless, and said, "Bon voyage."
"Anything else?" Lin Zifeng doubted if she was really his wife.
"Hey, Lin! Going to Dragon City, such a trivial thing, why are you making it like getting married?" Nangong Bing finally exploded in displeasure.
"I..."
Alright, it really was a small matter. However, Lin Zifeng felt that he might spend so ti in Dragon City. Her indifference made him feel a bit peeved.
At least show so reluctance to part, to make him feel sowhat justified.
"Go on, just co back early." Nangong Bing waved her hand, looking totally unconcerned.
But in her heart, she felt a bit sad.
Lin Zifeng told her that this ti in Dragon City he might stay for a long ti. However, the matter with Liu Ruyan still weighed on her mind. Sooner or later, when Liu Ruyan learned about Lin Zifeng’s true identity, the tension between her and her best friend... just thinking about it gave her a headache.
Oh my god! Just dismissed like that?
Even as a temp worker, they at least say goodbye nicely, right? His status in this family seems to be even worse than a temporary worker!
With a stomach full of frustration, Lin Zifeng, not looking very well, ran to his room early, packed so things, then copied all the Ancient Martial Tai Chi moves that Fang Yizheng had taught him onto the computer. After making a backup, he transferred everything onto a small USB drive and headed downstairs with it.
With a flattering smile, he handed this set of martial arts to her, hoping that Nangong Bing would practice it well during this ti. Maybe her achievents would surpass his.
The next morning, Lin Zifeng didn’t wake her. Instead, he left the villa silently with his things.
Suddenly leaving, feeling countless attachnts in his heart, even so...
What Lin Zifeng was going to endure in the future would be much more than now. He had no choice but to go to Dragon City.
He wanted to find out exactly which bastards had defad his father as a traitor!
However, after Lin Zifeng left, Nangong Bing had not closed her eyes all night, quietly standing by the window, watching his departing figure disappear, tears silently rolling down her face.
After spending so much ti with Lin Zifeng, now he just leaves. The emotional endurance capacity of a woman naturally becos sowhat sentintal.
"Lin Zifeng, do your best! Although I don’t know what all you’re doing is for, whatever you want to do, I, Nangong Bing, will silently support you. You will certainly succeed!"
The slender fingers clenched tightly onto the Ancient Martial Tai Chi that Lin Zifeng had spent a night copying. Nangong Bing vowed to learn everything inside well.
To give Lin Zifeng a surprise when he returns.
...
This trip to Dragon City, Lin Zifeng was going solo, without bringing anyone.
Moreover, his departure was known to only a few, making it difficult for others to trace him.
But when he arrived at the airport, that old bastard Wang Chongyang was nowhere to be seen, making him as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Old glass, giving you a chance, and you don’t appreciate it, once I board the plane and arrive at Dragon City, even if you beg , I won’t help you!"
This was already his tenth cigarette.
Last night, Wang Chongyang suddenly received a call from Lin Zifeng, expressing his willingness to go to Dragon City with Wang Chongyang to attend an event called the ’dicine King Hall’.
This abrupt change of heart made Wang Chongyang delighted.
He personally sought Lin Zifeng to discuss, but Lin Zifeng rejected him. Now, unexpectedly, he was proactively asking for help.
This made Wang Xiaomin a bit puzzled.
From a distance, Lin Zifeng saw a black Cadillac approaching him.
With his ability to see through, Lin Zifeng spotted Wang Chongyang and his daughter Wang Xiaomin inside, chatting and laughing as if they had forgotten about Lin Zifeng’s existence.
"Dad, it looks like he’s already here."
Inside the car, Wang Xiaomin quickly spotted Lin Zifeng.
With simple casual attire, slightly faded jeans, and not-so-good quality leather shoes, holding a cigarette in his mouth, his disheveled hair blown like a haystack by the wind, Wang Xiaomin couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.
"Oh?! He’s already here, so punctual." Wang Chongyang chuckled, this guy really arrived so early.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
Lin Zifeng fiercely threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out angrily, and walked towards Wang Xiaomin’s car, grumbling: damn old glass, treating like a rookie, making wait here so long, and there you two are, father and daughter, laughing in a Cadillac. Don’t you know I’m waiting for you?
"Click—"
The car door gently opened, and out first ca a pair of dazzling white legs and sparkling crystal high heels, followed by another pair of snow-white legs stepping out of the car.
Next, Wang Xiaomin erged, stylishly dressed, her upper body in a snow-colored fitted shirt, and below, a pink skirt barely reaching her upper thighs.
In an instant, his rage turned into a warm blaze, as if doused by cold water.
"Tsk..."
Lin Zifeng clicked his tongue, watching Wang Xiaomin and her father Wang Chongyang getting out of the car with foolish admiration.
Of course, Wang Chongyang’s appearance was as if he hadn’t appeared at all. This guy didn’t even glance at Wang Chongyang.
"Mr. Lin, sorry to keep you waiting."
Although Wang Xiaomin was not the most beautiful woman Lin Zifeng had ever seen, her family’s air could not be rivaled by ordinary people.
"It’s nothing, I’ve just been here a little while myself." He opened his peach blossom eyes wide, tightly clamping his legs together, with a warm smile on his face.
Damn, the visual stimulation was bad enough, but why did he also feel such a strong sensation below?
It was so huge he had to pose awkwardly to maintain composure.
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