Chapter 68

Finally, Zhu Yingsi walked up to Shang Feng, and the two passed each other.

Zhu Yingsi suddenly cried out "Ah!" and stumbled, falling straight toward Shang Feng.

As she drew closer to Shang Feng's embrace, Zhu Yingsi smiled and slowly closed her eyes.

Unfortunately, with a loud thud, Zhu Yingsi crashed heavily to the ground, followed by a cry of pain.

Shang Feng stood firmly in place, not even deigning to glance at her.

When had Zhu Yingsi, who had been pampered since childhood, ever suffered like this? She glared angrily at Shang Feng, but Shang Feng walked straight past her without pausing.

Even Assistant Zhang and the bodyguards didn't react at all, treating Zhu Yingsi as if she didn't exist.

The group quickly entered the villa and disappeared.

Ignoring the incident on the road, Shang Feng strode into the living room. The room was quiet; he knew his little girl was fast asleep upstairs.

The filming wrapped up yesterday, and the young woman is exhausted; she needs to rest well.

Rong Rong felt a slight itch on her cheek while she was sleeping. She tried to dodge it, but she couldn't.

Finally, she struggled to open her eyes and met Shang Feng's smiling dark eyes.

"Get up." Without saying a word, Shang Feng picked up Rong Rong and carried her downstairs after a quick wash.

As soon as she turned the corner of the stairs, Rong Rong was stunned by the scene before her eyes. The living room had been transformed into a romantic sea of ​​flowers.

The ground was covered with red and pink rose petals, and simple yet unique candles were lit everywhere.

Even as night falls, the dim candlelight is sufficient for normal vision without the lights on.

Compared to lamplight, flickering candlelight offers a more hazy beauty and a warmer atmosphere.

The entire living room was decorated with various fresh flowers, as if guided by professionals, creating an elegant and romantic atmosphere.

Beautiful songs drifted through the room, played on an old-fashioned record player, carrying a unique charm. The singer's husky and captivating voice instantly transported one to the 1890s.

In a daze, Shang Feng carried Rong Rong to the dining table and sat her down, while he himself sat opposite her.

The table seemed to have been deliberately made smaller, so the distance between the two people sitting face to face was just right.

The table was set with Chinese food: four dishes and a soup, snacks and fruit, as well as a bottle of red wine. Next to it stood an exquisite candle lamp, which was no less impressive than the exhibits in a museum, and must have been the merchant's private collection.

"Rong Rong, happy wrap-up!"

Shang Feng poured wine for Rong Rong and raised his glass to her. Rong Rong smiled sweetly and raised her glass to clink gently with Shang Feng's.

After downing a glass of red wine, which was surprisingly delicious, Rong Rong's eyes brightened and she poured herself another glass.

"Try my cooking first." Shang Feng smiled indulgently, his gaze never leaving Rong Rong.

Shang Feng had studied abroad and, because he was not used to Western food, he specially learned cooking skills to cook for himself. Unlike other wealthy young men, he had a more down-to-earth lifestyle.

However, given his status and position, no one can usually get close to him and see this side of him.

Rong Rong didn't rush to eat the food, but instead drank another glass of wine.

Having been strictly controlled by her parents since childhood, she had never drunk alcohol before, but now she felt a bit more excited as she drank.

The red wine soaked into her delicate red lips, making them even more alluring.

Shang Feng unconsciously swallowed hard. The beauty he saw in the candlelight was breathtaking, and it stirred his heart.

Although Rong Rong didn't drink much more afterward, the aftereffects of the red wine soon appeared.

A blush crept onto her cheeks, the crimson color even more vibrant than the finest rouge.

The beauty seemed to be intoxicated, and unconsciously displayed a more alluring demeanor, quite different from her usual gentle and innocent appearance.

But it was dazzling and captivating.

Unconsciously, Shang Feng put down his wine glass and stared blankly at Rong Rong, his heart pounding wildly and unable to remain calm.

Rong Rong was only focused on eating and drinking, and she was quite satisfied with Shang Feng's cooking skills.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Rong Rong carefully wiped the corners of her mouth, and only when she looked up did she notice Shang Feng's silly look.

Rong Rong smiled and tapped Shang Feng's forehead with her finger, but all she got in return was a slight blink from him, as if he had lost his soul.

Rong Rong made a few more fussing attempts, but Shang Feng didn't react much. Rong Rong finally got bored, poured herself a glass of wine, and got up to walk towards the record player.

She fiddled with the music, switching tunes, and before she knew it, a light rain had started to fall outside.

The gentle rain mingled with the romantic song, creating a unique atmosphere. Rong Rong closed her eyes and felt as if she had returned to the film set, where Nongying and Shen He were dancing in the dance floor.

Slowly, Rong Rong began to dance to the music, wearing a white silk halter dress that was both languid and sexy.

She danced casually, the red wine in her glass swaying slightly.

Finally, the red wine, seemingly too enamored with the beauty, flew out of the glass and spilled onto Rong Rong's skirt.

It wasn't much, but it slowly spread across Rong Rong's chest, like red roses blooming on her white dress, making her even more alluring and captivating.

The strong smell of alcohol filled her nostrils, and the spinning and dancing made her even more intoxicated.

After jumping around for a while, Rong Rong seemed to get bored. Her eyes lit up and she walked straight towards Shang Feng, pulling him to the center of the living room.

Shang Feng had long since become Rong Rong's puppet; he had lost the ability to think and was completely at Rong Rong's mercy.

Rong Rong rested her head on Shang Feng's chest, her body pressed tightly against his, and began to waltz. Shang Feng reflexively followed Rong Rong's lead. In the glass window not far away, a pair of people tightly embracing were reflected, swaying slowly to the music.

Petals on the ground danced at their feet, releasing waves of fragrance.

Rong Rong seemed to have fallen asleep, her eyes closed, and her breathing gradually became steady.

Shang Feng felt Rong Rong's heartbeat, stroked her cool and delicate back, and felt the faint fragrance and rich, sweet aroma of wine filling his nostrils.

The two flavors intertwine, making it irresistible.

Despite having only drunk one glass of wine, and despite having a high alcohol tolerance, Shang Feng was now completely drunk and unwilling to wake up.

He felt his heart filled with joy and happiness, which stirred his nerves and made him feel as if he were floating on clouds.

This was a very special night, for both of them.

Rong Rong leaned against Shang Feng and fell asleep in his arms early on, but Shang Feng held her tightly for a long time, unwilling to let go.

It wasn't until late at night that Shang Feng finally sighed, picked the person up, and carried them back to their room.

On the other hand, Zhu Yingsi, who had made a huge fool of herself, was secretly resentful. Fortunately, there was no one else around at the time, so she was able to convince herself to relax.

Zhu Yingsi did not give up; she turned her attention to Qiu Xing.

She knew that Qiu Xing's villa was also nearby.

While Rong Rong and Shang Feng were having a romantic candlelight dinner, Zhu Yingsi headed towards Qiu Xing's villa.