Chapter 70 Chapter 70 Evander confesses his love; Dou Mingxu is jealous...

He Songfeng's ears turned red.

He had heard a lot of dirty talk, but this was the first time he heard a cold joke.

It was rare for him to be treated with such pure kindness, so it was his turn to blush and feel at a loss.

No one expected that a cold joke meant to ease the awkwardness could freeze two people in an instant.

The gaps between the two people's bones seemed to be blocked by ice chips, and they could not move at all.

Evander's hand holding the tissue was half suspended in the air, trembling slightly.

Until Kitty at the table honked a truck horn.

He Songfeng sniffed, coughed twice, cleared his congested and sore throat, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"It's delicious. The food you cook is the best Italian food I've ever had."

The tears solidified on He Songfeng's cheek, forming a drop of crystal clear water.

He Songfeng leaned his silver fork against the edge of the bowl, took the tissue from Evander's hand, wiped away the tears from his eyes, wiped away the stubborn tear marks, and said with red eyes, "I want to drink. I remember I only drank half a bottle of your wine."

He Songfeng spread his hands together, forming a spacious platform, and raised them high in front of Evander to ask for something:

"Give it back to me." He Songfeng's voice was soft and with a slight cry, sounding more like a coquettish act.

Evander hesitated for a moment, but instead of refusing, he said, "You'll vomit."

"Not this time!"

He Songfeng quickly assured him, and obediently put his hands back to his chin, holding his head with both hands, staring at Evander with a pair of bright amber eyes wide open without blinking.

Evander couldn't refuse such a beautiful request, and he thought he couldn't refuse anyone who came.

However, the scenes of He Songfeng drinking himself to death several times before were still replaying in front of Evander's eyes, and they were still vivid.

He could only mutter earnestly, "Okay, but I'll only give you a little bit, about three or five sips. You can't drink too much, it's too harmful to your health." He then went to the cupboard and took out a brand new bottle of wine.

This bottle of wine looks more refined than the previous one, has a lower alcohol content and a richer fruity aroma.

As soon as the cork was opened in Evander's hand, the tempting fragrance was like erupting molten lava. The fragrance replaced the temperature and quickly swept through the whole room, making people fall into a drunken state of confusion.

He Songfeng's eyes followed Evander's hand, twisted his body and turned himself 180 degrees, then followed Evander back to the dining table and turned 180 degrees again.

Evander took two wine glasses, poured wine to the height of He Songfeng's fingernail, and poured about one-third of the glass of wine for himself.

In front of Evander, He Songfeng was like a well-behaved child in kindergarten waiting for cookies from the teacher. He sat quietly in his seat, and when the teacher handed the cookies to him, he took them with both hands and said, "Thank you."

He Songfeng took a sip of the wine, it was sweet, his nose, throat and esophagus all tasted the rich aroma of the wine, the aroma of the wine was not astringent, just like drinking grape sparkling water, he felt a lot more energetic.

As expected, Kitty began to scream and roar, angry that the two people at the table had neglected the presence of the King of Cats. Her mouth opened wide, and a few white fangs bared fiercely.

Evander tilted the cup toward Kitty.

He Songfeng quickly stopped her: "Kitten, you can't drink it."

Kitty lowered her voice and happily buried her head in the cup to sniff.

Soon it was smoked so hard that it stepped back repeatedly, fell on its butt, and used its two furry paws as towels to wipe its nose and mouth, making cursing sounds from its throat.

Ivander was a little helpless. He picked up the wine glass and tilted it towards He Songfeng again, gently tapping the other's glass, making a pleasant tinkling sound.

"Kitty is so spoiled by me that she has to sniff everything in the house first to confirm it before she is satisfied."

He Songfeng burst into laughter, clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Hahahahahaha... so cute, so cute."

Evander laughed with him, and Kitty used her head to butt against He Songfeng's bowl of noodles.

Laughing and laughing...

He Songfeng looked at Kitty, and suddenly he remembered the purpose of his trip.

He Songfeng restrained his smile and stared at Evander expressionlessly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if he was about to blurt out something.

"It's okay. If you don't want to talk about it, don't force yourself."

Evander knew that He Songfeng was still struggling with the things that were on the verge of coming out but couldn't say, so he comforted him.

"I……"

He Songfeng always wanted to say it out, maybe he would feel better if he said it out.

Under Evander's concerned gaze, he stammered and finished the opening sentence, his voice stopping abruptly after "I just want to see if I can say it, say it, say it." However, the next second, He Songfeng changed the subject and said:

"I slept with Dou Mingxu."

Yes, He Songfeng still couldn’t do it and still escaped out of habit.

His sensitive and evasive personality meant that he would not speak out this matter so easily.

Faced with Evander's concern, all he could do was to pick out the least painful thing from all the painful things that happened to him, and try to get some insignificant comfort.

Even the topic of "sleeping with someone else" was a way for He Songfeng to show off, a badge of honor. He was never ashamed of it, but rather proud of it.

It seems to be saying: Look, how charming I am, even he is attracted to me.

He Songfeng held his chin up, staring straight at Evander. He even chased after the blushing, old-fashioned man opposite him and asked harshly:

"Do you think I'm cheap?"

But He Songfeng did not give Ivander a chance to answer. He immediately tried to make amends for himself, paved a righteous step for himself to step on, and stood firmly on his feet.

"But I can't help it. I want to climb up, climb and climb... Look, the San Myshuno National Museum is recruiting interns this time. So many people are still busy preparing their plans, memorizing interview scripts, and going through the uneasy process of the list being released. And me—I'm prettier than the others, and I seduced the person in charge, so I was selected."

When He Songfeng spoke, he gave people the feeling of being half drunk.

The reason he wasn't drunk was that he wasn't talking nonsense, but was truly and clearly proud of it.

They said he was drunk, but they also said he was crazy enough to find an honest professor to show off about it.

This is an extremely despicable thing.

It was at this time that He Songfeng clumsily realized that the man in front of him was different from his other lovers. If he had just said those words, he would definitely scare away this introverted and reserved man.

Therefore, out of his cherishment for this relationship, he once again patched up his words:

"Actually... I'm not completely selling myself. I'm not that despicable or unscrupulous. First of all, I'm not selling myself. Then, my plan must be excellent enough. My lewdness is just to increase the score of my excellent plan to a perfect score. It's the icing on the cake."

He Songfeng was weak both in appearance and in heart, and he was actually half-believing what he said.

He could only use his knuckles to knock on the table twice, emphasizing it while deceiving himself:

"You know what 'icing on the saddle' means in Chinese? It means better than better. So I just skipped the wait and the result is still the same, the outcome hasn't changed!"

He Songfeng kept patching up his words, using false rhetoric to prop up the empty skin of a beauty, making her look like a "person" who was full and healthy inside and out.

After finishing a long string of words, He Songfeng covered the black mole in the middle of his eyelid, raised his eyes and waited quietly for Professor Evander to give him a rating.

But what surprised He Songfeng was that Evander didn't care what he did.

In this analysis of He Songfeng's own moral bottom line, Ivander chose "or" between Yes or No, right and wrong.

All Evander said was, "If that's what you want."

The moral role model no longer cared whether this behavior conformed to moral standards. He only cared whether He Songfeng finally got what he wanted.

“…………”

He Songfeng fell silent after being asked this question.

He was not as calm and strong as one could see with the naked eye, and his inflated skin was easily broken by a poke.

He drank sip after sip, and soon finished the wine in the glass. The last drop of wine rolled down the wall of the glass, was caught by He Songfeng's tongue tip, and quickly swept across his lips and teeth.

"So, did you get what you wanted?"

Evander continued to ask.

Ivander just felt that He Songfeng had paid so much, suffered so much, and been so unhappy. If he still couldn't get what he wanted, it would be too sad.

Under Evander's scorching gaze, He Songfeng said, "This is what I want. I want lots and lots of money."

But He Songfeng's voice was like a piano key crawling towards the bass step by step, getting lower and lower, more and more dull, the sound rolled down from the nasal cavity into the throat, and the last word of the voice became a buzzing sound from the chest.

But soon, He Songfeng's voice rang out again: "But I not only want a lot of money, I also want a lot of love."

The look in He Songfeng's eyes when he looked at Evander clearly showed that he was asking for something.

"Then I love you,"

Evander said this without any warning.

This gave the unprepared He Songfeng a big shock.

"I don't want you to love me!"

He Songfeng shuddered and shouted these words straight out of his throat.

He rejected Evander's confession without any thought, and didn't even care how hurtful it was. He didn't have any room to think.

"I don't need you to love me. It's useless! I'm so desperate for love. Even if I make love with ten thousand people or hear ten thousand "I love you"s, it still can't fill my heart."

Evander listened quietly. He had never thought that He Songfeng would agree to his confession.

Among He Songfeng's many suitors, he believed that his only advantage was that he could cook delicious food, which was not enough to attract He Songfeng.

So all Ivander could do was listen. He tolerated every confession of He Songfeng, regardless of whether it was right or wrong.

"You know what? I only look like a human being. My brain is not normal, my heart is dirty, my bones and my blood are corroded and festering."

He Songfeng covered his face with both hands and rubbed it hard, then pointed at his solar plexus, blaming his broken head through his skull. At the same time, his heart beat, pumping dirty blood to all parts of his body.

He Songfeng crossed his hands together, forming a big X, and then shook his head and waved his hands, saying, "I just look pretty. There's nothing about me that's worthy of your love."

"There's no way we can be together. No matter how good you are to me, I'll still sleep with someone else for profit."

"I have no concept of loyalty."

He Songfeng suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes subconsciously looking in the direction of departure, and then he took two steps in that direction.

He Songfeng was muttering something, but Ivander couldn't hear it clearly.

But he heard the last sentence clearly.

"you…………"

"You make me feel... sick."

"I want to stay away from you. I hate you."

After saying that, He Songfeng ran away without looking back.

The door opened and closed, closed and opened again.

Ivander was left alone to digest the unwarranted malice from He Songfeng.

But the blurred first half of the sentence is: "You are too good, too gentle, too clean, you make me feel disgusting."

"That's why I hate you."

In fact, after all,

He Songfeng just didn't want to hurt Evander.

He Songfeng turned around and went outside again to be a wandering ghost. When it was dawn, he started his return journey. At 6:13 in the morning, he lay in Samuel's arms.

Samuel didn't ask anything about that night. When He Songfeng came back, he hugged him tightly, like a baby clinging to its mother, burying his head deep in that soft body, seeking a tiny sense of security.

Day after day, it’s the same routine of going to school and the apartment.

He Songfeng has no hobbies and no friends. He just holds his MacPro and laptop and studies planning proposals all day long. He has already redone the proposal for the museum three times. Unsurprisingly, all of these proposals received high scores from the professors in the college.

Graduation is just around the corner, and all that’s left is to complete a few final credits.

Finally, with his valuable work experience, he immediately bought a ticket back to China and started a new third life.

He Songfeng counted the days until the recruitment list was released. As the date approached, he looked forward to it with great anticipation.

Because he knew that he must be on the list.

Finally - on the day when the San Myshuno National Museum announced the selected list, He Songfeng's mailbox unexpectedly contained an email congratulating him on joining.

The team members sent congratulations to He Songfeng as soon as possible. No one in the school doubted He Songfeng's ability, and they all believed that He Songfeng had obtained the quota.

Just as He Songfeng said, he just used a little trick to skip the process and go straight to the ending.

Flowers, congratulations, and admiration.

Banquets, toasts and fireworks.

He Songfeng spent an extremely pleasant night at the Student Activity Center.

Samuel drove to pick up He Songfeng. When he walked into the banquet, he saw He Songfeng surrounded by the crowd, holding a glass of wine, chuckling and talking about something.

He Songfeng's expression was relaxed, his attitude was proud but not indifferent, and he just kept himself in a high position among everyone.

The champagne in the glass shone a translucent light golden color, almost the same color as He Songfeng's hair. He had his hair tied back with a shark clip. Perhaps because of the weight of the clip, or perhaps because he was simply pleased with himself, he always held his head high and chest high, his fair neck exposed, one of the few unobstructed areas of flesh on He Songfeng's body.

It was also at this time that Samuel slowly discovered that He Songfeng was more popular than he had imagined.

He saw that the men and women standing in front, behind, and around He Songfeng all expressed their sincere and intimate love for him.

He Songfeng is good enough and beautiful enough, there is no reason not to like him.

Those people did not hide their love for He Songfeng at all. They almost treated the wine glasses in their hands as love letters and pushed them into He Songfeng's hands.

What made Samuel even more jealous was that He Songfeng accepted everyone's love and let the edge of the cup keep jingling.

These blurred confessions were delivered to He Songfeng's hands one after another, and he drank them down. The alcohol would melt into his blood, and those likes were also accepted by He Songfeng.

Needless to say, He Songfeng is extremely sensitive to matters of the heart, and he must know what those people are thinking when they toast him.

So He Songfeng's refusal to refuse dealt a heavy blow to Samuel.

Samuel could tolerate He Songfeng, but he couldn't tolerate those people.

He rushed into the crowd, breaking up the half-spoken flattery and the ambiguous and affectionate eye contact.

"What time is it?!"

Samuel raised his wrist and tapped his watch, making a loud clanging sound.

He Songfeng tilted his head to the side and asked softly, "What time is it?"

The other person's pupils dilated, and he gave the answer with a flattered smile: "It's ten o'clock in the evening."

"What's it to you? Who asked you?!"

Samuel frowned and scolded, grabbing the man's shoulders and pushing the speaker away rudely.

Immediately afterwards, Samuel's attitude quickly dropped, his brows furrowed from wrinkled to twisted together, and he asked with dissatisfaction and resentment:

"What did you tell me during the day? Did you forget it so quickly?"

He Songfeng's eyes darted upward and to the side. After a brief moment of thought, he suddenly said, "Well... I did ask you to pick me up at this time."

But despite saying this, He Songfeng did not make any gesture to leave.

He was still talking and laughing in the crowd, speaking professional knowledge that Samuel couldn't understand.

Samuel wanted to drag him away, but he didn't dare. He could only stand aside with his arms folded impatiently, watching the hands of his watch tick by.

But as long as someone tried to get close to He Songfeng, he would immediately give them a warning look, and casually roll up his sleeves, exposing his forearm muscles, as if he was ready to fight in the ring for favor.

A junior student looked at Samuel curiously and asked the people around him with confusion: "Hey, who is that guy? He doesn't seem to be in our class, right?"

The person he asked remained silent.

So the junior student had to turn around and ask another person, "What is the relationship between that guy and senior Angel?"

The person being asked, adhering to the principle of watching the fun and not minding the trouble, maliciously instigated, "Why don't you just ask Senior Angel directly? He won't be mad at you."

The junior student was really curious, and being a young and inexperienced person, he really approached He Songfeng and asked this question.

"Are you done talking?"

At this time, Samuel saw someone approaching He Songfeng, and immediately walked over impatiently, put his left hand on He Songfeng's shoulder, and with an irresistible domineering attitude, he pulled the person into his arms and hugged him.

The overly intimate move has already provided the answer.

He Songfeng looked up and threw the question he had received back to Samuel exactly as it was.

“Someone asked, what is the relationship between you and me?”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present looked at Samuel, including He Songfeng.

The reason why more than half of the people present developed a love for He Songfeng was because they believed that He Songfeng and Samuel were not a serious couple and were destined not to get married.

As long as we wait for an opportunity, He Songfeng will always re-enter the market. Whether it is you or him, everyone can compete fairly again and everyone has the opportunity to get promoted.

Samuel blurted out without thinking: "Boyfriend, no, fiancé."

There was an uncontrollable sigh on the field.

Samuel held He Songfeng closer to him, pinched He Songfeng's palm with his other hand, and looked down at the place where his ring finger was.

"I'll give you the engagement ring..."

The action was halfway done and then stopped. He made a "tsk" sound.

"I forgot I lost it last time. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

He Songfeng smiled, but there was no special emotion in his smile, and there was even a hint of ridicule in his smile.

He Songfeng was not in a hurry to accept the identity given to him by Samuel, but he did not deny it either.

Samuel's ambiguous attitude made him even more furious, and he hurriedly said, "Angel! We should go back. It's already late!"

“…………”

Seeing that He Songfeng was still indifferent, Samuel pinched He Songfeng's hand, shook it back and forth, and acted coquettishly anxiously: "Angel! I want to go back, I want to sleep!"

The attention of the people around began to focus not only on He Songfeng, but also on He Songfeng's lover.

At this moment, Samuel became the one who lost his name and was directly called "that man".

"What does He Songfeng like about that guy?"

"He Songfeng definitely doesn't love that guy. It's just about money."

"I support He Songfeng to cheat that guy out of all his money and then be with me."

The gossip around me was endless.

He Songfeng had already begun to dislike Samuel's embarrassment, so he hummed the word "OK" through his nose.

"I'm going back now. I hope everyone has a good time."

A thick roar emanated from the exhaust pipe of the sports car. On the street, the tires rolled into shadows, gripping the ground tightly and rubbing against it, making a deafening buzzing sound -!

The next morning.

The diamond ring appeared in front of He Songfeng as promised. At that time, He Songfeng was wearing a light gray suit and a brand new work badge around his neck. He looked at the ring box held in front of him with both hands, pushed it out without thinking, and hurried out with his handbag.

It would have been fine if he just walked out the door, but He Songfeng turned back and dealt Samuel another serious blow:

"Please understand that we are lovers, not lovers."

He Songfeng left the apartment.

Then he didn't come back for half a month. He lived in the intern dormitory prepared by the company, worked from nine to five for training, and cut off all ambiguous relationships.

He Songfeng is very serious and methodical in everything he does, and there has never been any mistake in anything he does.

With the endorsement of his superiors and his very good abilities, He Songfeng quickly gained everyone's recognition. They believed that He Songfeng would be the first to be converted to a regular employee.

"How's your work?" Adrien appeared in front of He Songfeng, pushing a lunch tray. He pulled out a chair and sat down. "Is everything okay? I heard they said you've never taken a day off. Don't be too hard on yourself. Relax."

He Songfeng smiled, "Thank you, I'm fine, there's no need to ask for leave."

A heavy footstep sounded behind He Songfeng, and he walked towards him at a steady pace. Each foot stepped firmly on the ground, making a deliberate sound.

Adrian had just said half of his caring words when he noticed the figure walking up behind He Songfeng. He suddenly became speechless and lowered his head to quickly pick at the salad leaves on the plate.

Similarly, a pure white plate was put down and smashed on the table next to He Songfeng with resentment, as if it was hitting someone.

Then there was a creaking sound as the chair legs rubbed against the ground. The sound made almost all the passers-by around here look at this place curiously.

He Songfeng's peripheral vision was blocked by a large and heavy shadow. He slowly turned his head and saw Dou Mingxu's sinister gaze.

He Songfeng looked back in confusion. He didn't understand where Dou Mingxu's resentment came from.

"Is this a small table?" Dou Mingxu pointed at Adrian and asked He Songfeng while suppressing his anger.

At this time, Dou Mingxu still maintained his decency. He did not get angry or ask questions loudly. His hypocritical calmness barely covered up the sour and fermented stench under his face.

"What small table?"

He Songfeng still didn't understand.

"Samuel is one, I'm three, so he's two, right?"

“…………”He Songfeng smiled silently.

Adrian couldn't get a word in and sat up straight as punishment.

He Songfeng didn't want to argue with Dou Mingxu about this. He started to clear the cutlery and dishes, but Dou Mingxu stopped him. "Besides, you're here, and I'm here too. Why don't you come find me?"

He Songfeng still stared at Dou Mingxu with a strange smile.

During this period, He Songfeng's relationship with everyone was reset. He was ready to return to China after gaining work experience and participating in projects. Now only one or two months are left.

Dou Mingxu’s question was very easy for He Songfeng to answer. The answer was very simple - because it was no longer needed.

He has no use for anyone.

He doesn't want Samuel's money, he doesn't want Dou Mingxu's power, and he doesn't even want Evander's love.

As long as he spends this period of time quietly, he will be able to usher in a life that belongs completely to him.

But He Songfeng didn't say it all, he just smiled and kept calm on the surface.

After all, he couldn't let Dou Mingxu be too embarrassed, worried that this man would use his power to give He Songfeng a difficult task that would ruin his career.

"I'm going to take a lunch break."

He Songfeng made an excuse and didn't even bother to clean up the dishes and knives. He turned around and left, his footsteps quickly disappearing from Dou Mingxu's sight.

Adrian sat there blankly, looking at Dou Mingxu, and soon lowered his head, not daring to look at each other directly.

Dou Mingxu held the silver fork tightly in his hand. The handle of the silver fork cut a red-purple bruise on his palm. The sharp end of the fork was pressed against the middle of the porcelain plate, piercing through the dish and making a harsh crunching sound.

Why?

Why am I a mistress?

Why can even Adrien be on par with me?

Why does Samuel deserve to be my boyfriend? How am I inferior to him? How can he compare to me?

A series of questions quickly penetrated from his left ear to his right ear, piercing his head with a sound ten thousand times sharper than the sound of the fork in his hand.

He even wanted to catch up with He Songfeng who was leaving and pour out these questions.

To vent, to question, to grab He Songfeng's arm and drag him into the office.

But in the end, Dou Mingxu suppressed this idea.

The one who takes the initiative first will definitely lose. Last time, it was because he took the initiative that He Songfeng laughed at him and called him a mistress. This time, he must win this game no matter what.

He wanted He Songfeng to bow his head, to take the initiative, and to give up his dignity piece by piece for the sake of power and resources and sit in his arms.

What he wanted was He Songfeng's condescending request.

Dou Mingxu slammed the silver fork on the table, stood up and left with a smile.

Adrian was frightened by Dou Mingxu's emotional changes and his face turned a little abnormal.

In He Songfeng's eyes, his relationship with Dou Mingxu has definitely not been broken, and is still in an ambiguous state. Dou Mingxu even desires his puppy.

But He Songfeng obviously underestimated Dou Mingxu's jealousy.

This wasn't just jealousy, something that could be solved with a bit of coaxing. This jealousy was highly corrosive, already corroding Dou Mingxu into a dishonorable wretch, and it would soon begin to ooze pus onto He Songfeng, intending to drag him down with it.

Another month has passed.

The interns who were in the same group as He Songfeng have already left, been transferred, or been promoted.

He saw that people who were far inferior to him became planning assistants, but he, a top student with connections, was the only one who stayed where he was and did not move.

In addition, summer vacation is approaching, and several sections of the museum are planning exhibitions. It is a good time for interns to participate in projects and gain work experience. However, since He Songfeng is still an intern at this time, he is rotated by several groups in the museum, but all the work has left no trace, and none of the credit and hard work can be attributed to He Songfeng.

Even the first salary was paid into He Songfeng's pocket, but He Songfeng's work experience was still just two words - odd jobs.

It was hard for He Songfeng not to suspect that someone was deliberately making things difficult for him.

At this moment of confusion, Ivander, who had not been in contact for a long time, called He Songfeng.

"I'm sorry to bother you so suddenly. I have an art exhibition coming up in your country next month, but my Chinese-English translator declined due to a schedule conflict, and I can't find a new one quickly. So, would you be willing to be my assistant?"

Evander muttered a lot of polite compliments at first, and in the end he was worried that He Songfeng would look down on the position of "translator", so he promoted him to "assistant".

He Songfeng held the phone and was silent for two minutes before answering, "I'll think about it."

"Okay, please give me an answer within two weeks."

The phone was hung up.

He Songfeng spent a week waiting for the promotion notice.

With only one week left, He Songfeng pushed the door open and walked into Dou Mingxu's office.

No knocking, no appointment, just walked straight in.

At present, Dou Mingxu is discussing the summer exhibition hall plan with several senior leaders of the museum.

The senior executives immediately cast a look at He Songfeng, rebuking him for his rudeness.

"What's the matter?" Dou Mingxu did not blame him, but asked considerately.

"Sorry to interrupt your meeting."

He Songfeng immediately closed the door and waited outside with his hands hanging down.

After several people in the room came out one after another and the office was empty, he once again rudely pushed the door open and walked in.

He Songfeng took off his work card from around his neck and slammed it on the table, making a dull thud.

Dou Mingxu put out the cigarette in the ashtray and stared at He Songfeng with interest, as if responding to his lust for him when they first met.

In Dou Mingxu's eyes, He Songfeng had lost a lot of weight due to the complicated work content of an intern, but his spirit was much better than when he was kept by someone before. He was full of enthusiasm, including the fact that he came to the door angrily to demand justice this time, which was also part of his enthusiasm.

“Why am I still an intern?”

He Songfeng questioned him.

"This matter is none of my business." Dou Mingxu spread his hands helplessly, and at the same time waved away the smell of cigarettes that had not completely dissipated in front of him.

He Songfeng didn't beat around the bush with Dou Mingxu. He asked directly, "What do you want?"

Dou Mingxu's interest suddenly increased. He picked up a cigarette, but instead of lighting it, he placed the lighter against the table and passed it across the entire table.

He swung it over, fell down, and landed at He Songfeng's feet.

He could have just nudged the hint forward, but now it was a more humiliating challenge.

"you--"

Dou Mingxu pointed at He Songfeng and said, "I want you."

He not only wanted He Songfeng to bend down and bow to him, but also wanted him to get closer to show his goodwill.

He Songfeng simply lowered his eyes and glanced at the lighter, then quickly straightened his gaze, neither humble nor arrogant, and remained indifferent.

Dou Mingxu tapped his fingertips on the table twice in a hurry.

"Your sunk costs here are far higher than giving up halfway."

Dou Mingxu smiled with determination, a smile that made He Songfeng's hair stand on end. It was as sharp as a knife, slicing the living fish named He Songfeng to death on the chopping board.

"And I am only using my little power to torture you."

Dou Mingxu looked at He Songfeng through the white smoke remaining in the air.

Those eyes were filled with burning desire, like a sticky web, tightly wrapping around the tiny He Songfeng in the pupil.

It seemed as if his mouth and nose were covered, his eyes were blocked, and every part of his body was tied up in knots, forcing him to assume one embarrassing posture after another.

It was like a silent roar—Come closer to me! Cry to me! Submit to me!

He Songfeng's legs finally took the first step at the second urging knock on the table.

His breathing became disordered, his eyebrows drooped, and a lonely and fragile black mole hung high in the middle of his eyelids. His drooping hands were clenched into fists, and his body was tense as he took the second step towards Dou Mingxu.

Step 3…

Step 4…

He kept walking and walking, bypassing the desk and coming in front of Dou Mingxu.

The knocking sound on the table rang out for the third time, urging He Songfeng to sit on the table and open himself.

He Songfeng knew this scene; he had experienced it.

This is how Cheng Qiyong had seduced him before, using some dirty tricks to drive He Songfeng to the edge of the cliff, and then using a little bit of sweetness to easily hook this stupid fish who was desperate.

Half of Cheng Qiyong's desk was covered with documents, and the other half was He Songfeng's helpless face looking up at the ceiling.

But everyone knows the ending, He Songfeng didn't get what he wanted at all.

It would have been fine if he didn't get it, but that person even wanted to use his power to destroy him.

The incident happened again, and it was He Songfeng's turn to make multiple-choice questions.

The answer is obvious in the wrong answer book.