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“Chang Huan, you really are something. You traveled all the way back from England, only to end up here as a singer. You've truly disappointed me!”
Lin Fengyi lightly curled his lips, a hint of helplessness and reproach in his expression, as he stepped onto the stage, closing the distance between us to just half a step.
At that moment, I was completely exposed under the dazzling lights, with nowhere to hide.
“Lin Fengyi, who do you think you are? What gives you the right to dictate my life?” I took a deep breath, gathering my courage to meet his gaze and coldly reminded him.
He didn’t respond; instead, he suddenly raised his wine glass, splashing red wine all over my face.
In that instant, I felt utterly humiliated, my hair drenched and sticking to my face, my makeup ruined. Yet I still endured the humiliation and glared at him without flinching.
“Chang Huan, look at yourself now. Who do you think you’re fooling? Go clean yourself up; I don’t want to see you like this!” He stood there, looking down at me with disdain as he held my chin firmly, his voice as cold as ice.
How did he find me here? It seemed I had underestimated him.
Now Lin Fengyi was the son-in-law of President Cheng, with extensive connections and influence that far surpassed the past.
I removed the heavy makeup from my face and changed into the blue qipao I usually wore.
When I appeared before him again, I noticed a look of delight on his face. He gently patted my head and said softly, “This is more like my Chang Huan.”
Such ambiguous words left me momentarily stunned, a strange feeling stirring within me as if a cat had scratched my heart.
The car pulled up to a strange villa, and Lin Fengyi urged me to get out. I coldly surveyed my surroundings, noting that the place was indeed secluded and tranquil, with luxurious and exquisite decor that exuded an air of wealth.
A slight smirk crept onto my lips, laced with sarcasm as I said, "Mr. Lin, are you planning to hide a beauty in your golden house?"
I intended to mock him, but to my surprise, he merely chuckled dismissively and replied, "Chang Huan, I'm doing this for your own good."
For my own good again? I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest, teasing him indifferently, "I’m afraid there’s a fierce lioness at home who wouldn’t want her to know!"
Lin Fengyi didn’t take the bait; instead, his gaze was fixed intently on me, radiating a joy that suggested he had found something precious he thought lost. I felt uncomfortable under his scrutiny, my heart racing like a little rabbit in my chest. To avoid his gaze, I deliberately turned away and strode into the villa.
Lin Fengyi was determined to keep Cheng Ruoyao from knowing about me, but little did he expect her to find this place so quickly. The woman appeared much older after just half a year apart; her features seemed burdened with resentment, and her once-rounded face had grown gaunt. She looked worn out and exhausted.
"Zhen Changhuan, you really are a persistent ghost! Fengyi sends you away, yet you come back from miles away to seduce him!" Cheng Ruoyao confronted me aggressively, striking a pose of the rightful wife with her hands on her hips, her eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.
What she didn’t realize was that there was no entangled relationship between Lin Fengyi and me; I was not his mistress at all.
I maintained a calm demeanor as she wreaked havoc inside the house, showing no signs of anger. Instead, I said evenly, "Mrs. Lin, is this how you showcase your upbringing as a lady? Feel free to smash whatever you like; they’re all just material possessions anyway. Besides, they belong to Lin Fengyi, so they’re technically part of your household."
I intentionally provoked her with my sarcastic remarks. Sure enough, she stomped her feet in frustration, her face turning crimson with rage.
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