Chapter 22 Chapter 22 The Temptation of Rejection

Before He Songfeng could even react, the man in front of him started to attack him with a fierce and angry voice:

"What are you doing here?!"

He Songfeng raised his hand and brushed across the empty space between them, as if sweeping away the dirt that the other person had vomited.

He smiled calmly and asked, "Can't I come?"

Cheng Yiliao's eyebrows were twisted sharply, and he placed one hand firmly between him and He Songfeng, intending to use his sharp fingertips to scratch He Songfeng's calm face.

"You come and seduce my brother!"

Cheng Yiliao said it with certainty.

"laugh--"

He Songfeng lowered his head and smiled softly, the loose hair on his forehead fluttered down lightly, and he used a slender white finger to push it back to his temples.

Her face, as white as a jade plate, was as smooth as ever, with her facial features clearly revealed without the need to cover them with any loose hair.

"why are you laughing?"

Cheng Yiliao was not satisfied with He Songfeng's smile.

He took a step forward, but He Songfeng remained indifferent as always.

Taking another step forward, he grabbed He Songfeng and pulled him in front of him, forcibly holding him in his arms.

During the process, a moment of panic appeared on He Songfeng's usually calm face, and Xiaolu's frightened body shook violently.

His eyes darted left and right subconsciously.

It’s not that He Songfeng was scared, he just didn’t want passers-by to see and misunderstand that there was some unclean relationship between them, like lovers or something like that.

He and Cheng Yiliao can only be enemies.

Cheng Yiliao pinched He Songfeng's chin, forcing his eyes, which were darting left and right, to stare at him steadily.

Regardless of the reluctance in those eyes.

Cheng Yiliao lowered his head, leaned close to He Songfeng's ear, and whispered in a low voice, "My brother said you kissed him. Is that true?"

When he asked, there was a bitter tone in his voice.

He Songfeng's eyes widened in surprise, then quickly half-closed.

His eyeballs, like a hanging corpse with its ropes cut, suddenly lost their strength and fell downwards, staring at nothingness in confusion.

He is thinking.

Why did Cheng Qiyong tell Cheng Yiliao about this?

Is it a show-off? A warning? A claim of ownership?

Either answer is very surprising.

Cheng Yiliao's patience was limited. If He Songfeng didn't answer, he would yell even more viciously:

"Answer me! Did my brother kiss you? The kind that makes you eat your saliva!"

Sharp fingers like bird claws circled He Songfeng's arm, leaving a ring of hot red marks on the arm that was as straight and tender as a bamboo shoot.

He urged, commanding: "He Songfeng, speak!"

The sound grew louder and louder, and eyes began to turn around.

He Songfeng, who always handled such matters coldly, could only nod helplessly. Under Cheng Yiliao's fierce gaze, he frankly admitted:

"Well, what Cheng Qiyong said is true."

"hiss--"

Cheng Yiliao took a deep breath.

He pinched the fingertips on He Songfeng's arm and thrust them down suddenly, wishing he could pinch He Songfeng's arm through.

"That's not the answer I want to hear."

The sourness in Cheng Yiliao's voice became even stronger, like a jar of spoiled pickles, not only smelling of vinegar, but also of rotten and rancid smell, which was nauseating.

He Songfeng glanced lightly at Cheng Yuliao's angry eyes and added another handful of charcoal:

"I slept with him."

"You—! He Songfeng!"

Cheng Yiliao's voice suddenly exploded, shouting He Songfeng's name.

But soon his voice became smaller and smaller, and he warned He Songfeng fearfully:

"Don't dream. Do you think you can become my sister-in-law just by seducing me? You can't play with Cheng Qiyong. I pity you and kindly remind you that he just treats you as a toy. If you really fall for his trick, you will be the one who regrets it."

It is not just a warning to He Songfeng, but a warning to He Songfeng to stay away from Cheng Qiyong. The focus is on Cheng Qiyong.

At this moment, Cheng Yiliao was like a concubine who had lost favor in the cold palace. It was rare for her to see the emperor and even have a word with him. The crazy cold concubine didn't think about how to act coquettishly and cutely to win favor, but was determined to drag the favored concubine into the water. She wished that Cheng Qiyong would be disliked together with him.

What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality.

If he himself is not favored, then neither can Cheng Qiyong.

He Songfeng pursed his lips, smiled, and said nothing. Like a statue of a god, he quietly endured all of Cheng Yiliao's malice towards the world.

"Cheng Qiyong must marry a woman in the future to continue the family line. He has no right to free love. Being the head of the family means marriage."

Cheng Yiliao continued, and at the same time took the opportunity to push He Songfeng closer, almost squeezing He Songfeng into the wall, and he squeezed into He Songfeng's skin.

"He's just playing with you. You'll never get ashore."

Cheng Yiliao said it with certainty.

"Yeah." He Songfeng indicated that he was listening.

"I'm different. I'm different from him."

He didn't finish his words, but it was no different from being explicit.

The smile on He Songfeng's face became more and more obvious, it was a sneer.

He raised his hand and patted Cheng Yiliao's cheek:

"Are you jealous, stupid dog?"

Cheng Yiliao's breathing was in unison. The once heroic and high-spirited man melted in an instant at such humiliating words and actions.

He fell limply onto He Songfeng's shoulder, his whole body like a burnt candle, hot and thick.

The resentment in my heart was instantly burned to ashes.

He kissed He Songfeng's shoulder through his clothes and complained in a low voice:

"He Songfeng, you're teasing me again."

He Songfeng's eyelids drooped and he raised and lowered his hands.

After thinking about it, he realized that Cheng Yiliao was so big that he couldn't push him away, so why waste his effort?

"Cheng Qiyong and I have nothing."

He Songfeng suddenly started to explain.

Cheng Yiliao's eyes lit up, and he raised his head to look He Songfeng in the eye. His hot breath touched He Songfeng's lips: "Are you comforting me?"

He Songfeng then raised his hand, covered Cheng Yiliao's lips with his cold palm, and pushed him away.

"I don't want to be misunderstood."

He Songfeng's dignity became a platform for Cheng Yiliao to push his nose and face, and he wanted to squeeze He Songfeng so hard that he had nowhere to go. He said confidently, "You don't want to be misunderstood by me."

He Songfeng glanced at Cheng Yiliao without saying a word or refuting, just sitting quietly like a heartless jade sculpture.

Tolerating Cheng Yiliao's repeated approach that crossed the line.

No response, no rejection.

Dada.

A subtle sound of footsteps stopped behind Cheng Yiliao.

He Songfeng's head drooped diagonally backward, like a soft-boned doll being pinched. His gaze just happened to pass over the shackled shoulder line and fall on the man facing him.

It was Cheng Qiyong.

He Songfeng curled his lips into a meaningless smile, as if he was greeting his fans.

He half-closed his eyes to slightly cover his gaze, and his eyeballs slid to the side like marbles.

Like a rag doll.

His body was once again in a state of decadent self-abandonment, which was his habitual behavior every time he encountered difficulties.

Cheng Yiliao would not do anything to him in public. Instead of making a meaningless resistance, it would be better to just ignore him.

If you keep being cold and indifferent, you will end up getting bored.

But this decadence is unusual in the eyes of others.

It was more like a princess in distress, trapped in the claws of a dragon, and she was making a pitiful plea for help to the Knight of Destiny.

“…………”

Cheng Yiliao had begun to feel dissatisfied with He Songfeng's neglect.

He Songfeng's waist was pinched so hard as to almost retaliate, as if to break his waist in order to avenge his unfaithful and unclean betrayal.

He Songfeng's dull brows knitted uncomfortably, and the dazed look that drifted out unintentionally aroused Cheng Qiyong's desire to save Feng Chen.

neat and decisive——

Cheng Qiyong passed by his stupid brother, grabbed He Songfeng's shoulders, picked him up like a chicken, and wrapped him around himself forcefully.

Cheng Yiliao subconsciously wanted to curse, but he quickly realized that this person was above him in the food chain, and he immediately stopped talking.

But he was unwilling to do so. Even though He Songfeng was taken away, the fingers between them were still hooked together reluctantly, and they were entangled for a long time before letting go.

The coldness of the fingertips disappeared in an instant.

Cheng Qiyong pushed open the office door, but didn't rush in. Instead, he grabbed He Songfeng's arm and pushed him in. Seeing him stagger forward two steps, he strode in, pulled him back, and helped him stand steadily.

For a moment, He Songfeng felt like a sticky glutinous rice ball, being pushed back and forth weakly in the hands of the two men, and no one could completely tear their hands away from his white flesh.

"Brother...I was just helping you teach him a lesson."

Cheng Yiliao was left outside the door, staring eagerly, and walked inside with a guilty conscience.

Cheng Qiyong raised his hand and motioned He Songfeng to sit down.

He Songfeng didn't sit down.

He took some time to tidy up his slightly messy wings, flapping them here and shaking them there like a little bird, and only after making sure they looked beautiful did he stand up straight and examine the current situation with neither arrogance nor humility.

It was as if the coercion and harassment just now had never happened.

No one spoke, waiting quietly for He Songfeng to choose between the two men.

He Songfeng took a step forward, held up the silver feather in his hand, and presented it to Cheng Qiyong.

Seeing Cheng Qiyong didn't respond, he raised it with both hands and bowed his head to offer it with respect, as if he were offering it to a god.

But the believer was not sincere and took this opportunity to quietly express his disobedience to the almighty God:

"I will never disclose or acknowledge what happened between you and me. Please don't make this matter known to others, or else it will lead to misunderstandings, which will be troublesome for both you and me."

Misunderstand?

trouble?

Cheng Qiyong savored these two "good words" to himself.

He did not take the silver feather that was offered to him, but instead pinched He Songfeng's face and forced him to raise his head.

He asked He Songfeng with a narrow and malicious look on his face: "What's the matter? If you don't tell me clearly, how can I know what it is?"

He Songfeng was calm and composed, his slender swan neck stood proudly, his cold fingertips fell on the fingers that were pinching Cheng Qiyong's face, and he patted them gently.

All I heard was He Songfeng uttering the two words of determination without thinking:

"all."

Cheng Qiyong's narrow expression turned cold in an instant. This was a very, very rebellious answer.

Cheng Qiyong even openly looked at He Songfeng as if he were a pet and blamed him for being naughty.

【all】

This is a blatant denial of Cheng Qiyong.

Whether it's a student uniform, a tie clip, or an ambiguous deal sealed with a secret kiss during a student assembly.

All of them were denied by He Songfeng.

Cheng Qiyong is just a disposable prop that He Songfeng will throw away after using it.

He Songfeng held the scale in his hand and looked down on Cheng Qiyong's surplus value, so he took the scale and threw it aside, becoming waste.

Cheng Qiyong pinched He Songfeng's face with such force that dark grooves appeared on his fair face.

"You really don't want people to misunderstand our relationship?"

Cheng Qiyong appeared calm on the surface, even speaking in a flat tone, but the strength hidden in his fingertips was that he really wanted to take He Songfeng's fake pretty face for himself.

He Songfeng raised his eyes, and the black mole that represented obedience disappeared, and his pair of black eyes looked at him silently.

In a light smile, the thin pink lips slowly opened, and what came out was not affection, but harshness.

"I have nothing to do with you."

-----------------------

The author has something to say: The title and text have been blocked. I plan to call the book "He Songfeng" directly. I will write a new text tomorrow.