Ye Feng quietly pushed open the car door and got out.

Then, Feng Xiaoqian climbed into the back seat of the Maybach.

"Sister Furong, what's your decision? My terms are very fair." He was smug, and his tone was also probing.

"Xiao Qian, what you're doing is putting me in a difficult position," Wang Furong sighed, her tone full of helplessness. "You want shares and you want to install your own people. Isn't that a clear sign that you don't trust me?"

Feng Xiaoqian smiled and said, "Sister Furong, you've misunderstood. I'm doing this for your own good. You know how tough business is these days, with fierce competition. I'm doing this to help you avoid some trouble and protect you."

Wang Furong gave a perfunctory smile and didn't reply.

She observed Feng Xiaoqian's every move discreetly.

“Xiaoqian, you know, once a woman has been hurt, it’s hard for her to trust a man again.” Wang Furong sighed softly, her eyes wandering as she fell into some kind of memory. “Don’t blame me for being suspicious, it’s just… sigh, let’s not talk about it.”

She paused, then skillfully steered the conversation back to the business proposal: "I can agree to the deputy manager position and annual salary. But as for the profit sharing... you know, 'Nightfall' is not doing well right now, so I need to think about it some more."

Feng Xiaoqian was getting impatient. He felt that Wang Furong was deliberately stalling for time: "Sister Furong, my price is already very reasonable. There are so many people outside eyeing your piece of meat. Without me protecting you, can you handle them?"

Wang Furong lowered her eyes. "Xiao Qian, you don't understand. What I need isn't someone who can shield me from trouble, but someone who can put my mind at ease. Ever since..."

She hesitated again, trying to appear vulnerable and helpless.

She was wearing a simple black dress, and her beautiful figure was faintly visible inside the carriage.

Feng Xiaoqian was already captivated by Wang Furong's legs and couldn't listen to anything she was saying.

He stared at her greedily, completely unaware of Wang Furong's subtle movements.

He had always harbored improper thoughts about Wang Furong, and now that the two of them were alone in the car, his desires were only aroused.

Feng Xiaoqian could no longer control himself and grabbed Wang Furong's hand: "Sister Furong, don't worry, I'm not like that man!"

Wang Furong struggled symbolically for a moment, "Xiao Qian, don't do this..."

Her voice was soft and weak, which sounded more like encouragement.

Having tasted success, Feng Xiaoqian became even more excited: "Sister Furong, you should be able to tell that I'm sincere! As long as you agree to be with me, your affairs will be my affairs from now on!"

Outside the car, Ye Feng walked up to Feng Xiaoqian's two bodyguards with a smile on his face: "Hey buddy, can I borrow a light?"

One of the burly men impatiently cursed, "Get lost!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Feng flashed forward and knocked down two burly men with a single punch.

Ye Feng suddenly pulled open the back door of the car and grabbed Feng Xiaoqian by the neck.

Feng Xiaoqian's lewd smile froze instantly.

"Brother Ye... Brother Ye? It's you?" Feng Xiaoqian chuckled awkwardly, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. "Oh dear, what a coincidence! I was just praising you to Sister Furong, saying you're young and promising..."

He tried to loosen his choked neck. "You're here to see Sister Furong, right? Well, I won't bother you any longer, I'll be going now..."

Ye Feng's grip didn't loosen at all, and Feng Xiaoqian's face turned bright red, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Feng Xiaoqian turned his head with difficulty to look at Wang Furong, "Sister Furong, what does this mean?"

Wang Furong sat quietly to the side, observing everything with a cold eye, without making a sound.

Feng Xiaoqian struggled to resist, but felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Ye Feng suddenly had a tree branch in his hand, which was pressed against his carotid artery.

"Move again, and this branch won't just scratch your skin anymore," Ye Feng said coldly, devoid of any emotion.

Feng Xiaoqian's body trembled violently as the chaotic scene from the KTV last night instantly flooded his mind.

He finally realized that he might have really gotten himself into big trouble this time.

Ye Feng's gaze was as sharp as a knife as he stared intently at Feng Xiaoqian: "Where is Yang Yunqing?"

Feng Xiaoqian stammered, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Stop playing dumb," Ye Feng said, pressing the branch in his hand even closer. "Do you think I don't know what happened yesterday?"

Feng Xiaoqian's mental defenses crumbled; he knew he couldn't hide it from Ye Feng.

His lips trembled as he pleaded, "I was wrong, Brother Ye, please forgive me..."

Ye Feng didn't release him immediately, but continued to intimidate him until Feng Xiaoqian slumped in his seat and confessed everything. Only then did Ye Feng release his grip and coldly utter a single word: "Get out!"

Feng Xiaoqian scrambled out of the car.

Wang Furong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes showed more admiration when she looked at Ye Feng.

"Your skills are truly impressive."

"Can we believe what he said?" Wang Furong asked.

“He wouldn’t dare lie,” Ye Feng replied calmly.

Wang Furong frowned. "Why do you say that?"

"He's the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong. I was a little too rough with him just now, and he's already scared out of his wits." Ye Feng felt even more uneasy as he recalled Feng Xiaoqian's trembling confession.

Feng Xiaoqian said that he deliberately created chaos at the KTV last night in order to increase his bargaining power and extort money from Wang Furong.

Ye Feng had a vague feeling that things were probably not that simple.

"What do we do now?" Wang Furong turned to look at him, her voice filled with worry.

"You don't need to worry about this anymore, I'll take you home." Ye Feng started the car.

Wang Furong wanted to say something, but seeing Ye Feng's gaze, she ultimately chose to remain silent.

She knew that once Ye Feng made a decision, it was difficult to change it.

Ye Feng escorted Wang Furong to the entrance of "Night Color" KTV.

"Go ahead and get busy," Ye Feng said.

Wang Furong nodded, got out of the car, and stood at the door watching Ye Feng's car quickly turn around and leave.

Ye Feng, sitting in the car, was not at ease.

Yang Yunqing has been missing for two hours. If it really was that group of people who did it, he must act quickly.

Feng Xiaoqian provided very little information, only a phone number, which was switched off.

Ye Feng asked Wu Dan to check the number, but there is still no news.

He was in a predicament, time was of the essence, and seeking help from the police had become his only option.

However, police intervention could cause them to miss the best opportunity for rescue.

Ye Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly. He felt as if he were trapped in a net, unable to find a way out.

He guessed that those people kidnapping Yang Yunqing might not be just for revenge; perhaps they had other motives.

My phone vibrated.

Ye Feng tapped the screen, and a short message caught his eye.

"Five hundred thousand in cash, delivered to Changxing warehouse within half an hour, by one person. Otherwise, the hostage will be killed."