Guan Changfeng was not that familiar with Wen Qi. Seeing Feng Ce coming up with a woman, his heartbeat quickened. Was Mr. Feng going to do something to let his wife down? What should he do? Should he keep silent or inform his wife in a subtle way?

The two executives behind him couldn't help but look at each other. It was hard to tell what they were thinking. Mr. Feng, who was so aloof, couldn't escape the bad nature of men.

It was not until they arrived at the reception room on the second floor and everyone took off their masks that Guan Changfeng exclaimed, "Madam?!"

Wen Qi looked at him with a half-smile, "Otherwise, who do you think it was? Could it be that Feng Ce dared to be so intimate with another woman outside?"

Guan Changfeng quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, I swear! This is the first time I've seen you!" He told the truth, "I didn't recognize you just now, and I was almost scared to death."

Wen Qi laughed, "Go back and ask your CEO Feng for compensation for mental damages."

Guan Changfeng coughed lightly and said, "No need, it's not necessary."

Feng Ce nodded and said, "Okay, go back and write an application, explaining how your spirit was damaged. If it's reasonable, it can be approved."

Guan Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Thank you, President Feng!" It wasn't that he was fickle, it was that President Feng was so generous every time he gave him money, and he couldn't refuse!

Carson watched their conversation, and although he didn't understand everything, he still enjoyed it.

After sitting for a while and having some afternoon tea, Wen Qi left with Feng Ce, but the latter had other work to deal with, so the two exchanged a few words at the entrance of the castle and then parted ways again.

Wen Qi watched Feng Ce walk away, then took a taxi to the pedestrian street. Unfortunately, the pedestrian street was in the completely opposite direction of where Feng Ce was going, otherwise the two could have stayed a little longer.

When we arrived at the pedestrian street, the sun had already set and the street lights were on, which looked pretty. There were many people around, locals and people from other places, talking and laughing. Wen Qi, who was alone, seemed lonely.

But Wen Qi didn't care and even enjoyed it.

It’s good to be alone. You can do whatever you want without considering other people’s feelings. You can leave when you want to and stop when you want to.

But as for the pedestrian street, although there are many people, because it is in the old city area, there are also many dark alleys.

Wen Qi was holding the ice cream she had just bought in one hand and taking photos with her phone in the other. Suddenly, a strong hand stretched out from the alley behind her and grabbed Wen Qi's arm. In an instant, she disappeared into the brightly lit city.

The man who pulled her over wanted to cover her mouth, but was stopped by Wen Qi in time, "I want to eat more ice cream, it will melt if I don't eat it now." As she said that, she took a bite.

The man turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression and cursed, "Turns out you're a fucking idiot! No wonder you carry so much cash on you." Because of this sentence, the man dispelled his doubts and pulled Wen Qi deeper into the alley.

He didn't realize that although his hand seemed to be grabbing Wen Qi's arm, it was actually separated by soul power and was not reaching the real target at all.

Wen Qi followed him inside with a calm expression, eating ice cream as she walked, but when she got there, she put the last bit of the cone into her mouth, stuffed it full, and chewed hard.

The man let go of her hand and turned to face her. At the same time, five men of different heights, weights, and skin colors gathered around him. Among them was a familiar-looking uncle, who was the driver of the first car Wen Qi took when she went out in the morning.

Wen Qi looked around, his expression still very calm. He even opened his small round bag and put the phone safely inside.

"Throw the bag over here!" The uncle's eyes greedily stared at the small round bag on Wen Qi's waist.

Wen Qi looked back at him in surprise. He could actually speak Chinese? But because she was still eating, she was too embarrassed to speak.

The uncle's words were like a signal. Everyone gathered around Wen Qi with a hideous smile on their face. Their malicious eyes fell on Wen Qi's exposed arms and shoulders, as if they were touched by a toad, which was extremely disgusting.

Wen Qi frowned slightly, stood still, and released Qing Yi directly.

A woman in green holding an oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared, and the furnace-like temperature around her cooled down instantly.

The men who had gathered around were stunned, with terrified looks in their eyes. They stepped back subconsciously, but found that they could not move at all. Looking down, they found that their feet were frozen in place without knowing when! Qingyi turned the oil-paper umbrella, and heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky. The temperature continued to drop, and the men subconsciously curled up their bodies to keep warm, but their body temperature was still rapidly lost, and they soon felt like they were going to be frozen to death.

The tall men lay huddled on the ground, trembling, with expressions of fear and pain on their faces.

Wen Qi, who was standing in the middle, finally finished his ice cream, snorted, and walked away.

The oil-paper umbrella in Qingyi's hand began to spin again, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

It was not until late at night, when the pedestrian street was empty, that the vendors living nearby discovered them as they dragged their tired bodies home and called the emergency number.

Fortunately, no one was injured, but everyone suffered psychological trauma to varying degrees. They became extremely afraid of the cold and never dared to have any bad thoughts again, no matter how difficult their lives became.

It was enough to have encountered a ghost once. If it happened a second time, who could guarantee that they would wake up again? Feng Ce was still very busy for the next two days, but Wen Qi visited all the surrounding attractions. Another day passed and it was the day of the auction dinner.

Wen Qi returned to the hotel early, and the dress had been delivered. She picked it up and took a look. It was a light silver halter dress, very formal but not too exaggerated. She was very satisfied, put it on on the spot, took a photo, and sent it to Feng Ce.

Wen Qi's smile was obvious, but he snorted, "Slippery tongue."

Wen Qi has to attend an event in the evening and wants to do her hair and makeup, but she doesn't know who to contact in a foreign country. Naturally, it's time for Special Assistant Guan to step in.

In just an hour, the styling team arrived at the hotel, even faster than Feng Ce.

Wen Qi had already done her skin care in advance. The stylist took a look at her dress, then looked around at her facial features, and then started a series of gibberish.

Wen Qi smiled and said, "No need to be so troublesome, just do a hairstyle and keep the makeup as simple as possible, I don't like heavy makeup."

The stylist didn't get angry when she heard this, she just shrugged with some regret, "Sure enough, beauties like to be natural."

Wen Qi smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Thank you for your understanding."

Feng Ce finally came back when he was halfway through his makeup and hair, and changed into a new suit within ten minutes. It looked a little more fancy than his work suit, and the cuffs and collar clip were also more noble, but everything else... was basically the same.

Anyway, Wen Qi didn't see much difference. The key point is that her husband is handsome and has a good figure. Even if he wears a sack, it will have a fashionable effect.

After the stylist left, Feng Ce took out a jewelry box from somewhere, which contained a set of diamond accessories: necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and rings, which matched her dress very well.

Wen Qi rarely took off her bracelet and wedding ring and replaced them with other accessories.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself, Wen Qi couldn't help laughing, "I'm a little uncomfortable with the sudden change of style." She hasn't attended any formal occasions for a long time, and usually wears whatever is comfortable. Suddenly she looks so serious that she feels like she's not herself.

Feng Ce hugged her from behind, bent down and kissed her shoulder, then moved all the way up to her ear before saying, "Very beautiful."

Wen Qi shrank his neck and laughed, "Stop messing around, we're about to leave."

Feng Ce hugged her tightly and said, "I suddenly don't want to go."

Wen Qi touched his face soothingly, "Be good, it will be over soon. Besides, I still have to buy an inkstone for grandpa."

Recently, Mr. Feng has become obsessed with calligraphy. Regardless of how well he writes, the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones he uses are all better than the others. It just so happens that there is an inkstone at this auction, which is an old item from more than 2,000 years ago. It would be a good idea to bring it back to please Mr. Feng.

Feng Ce held her and kissed her for a while before letting her go. As if nothing had happened, he took Wen Qi downstairs.

Wen Qi, whose lipstick was eaten by her, could only helplessly touch up her makeup in the car.

The auction dinner was a high-end auction held by the D country chaebol. Not only people from D country came to participate, but also celebrities from all over the world were invited.

Wen Qi held Feng Ce's hand, and as soon as they walked into the banquet hall, people kept coming up to greet them. It wasn't necessary for her to greet everyone, but she had to keep smiling politely. Her face was almost stiff, and she wished she could keep smiling semi-permanently on the spot.

"Boss Feng!" A loud and surprised laugh came from the left, "It's fate that we can meet in this foreign country."

Wen Qi looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person coming was a middle-aged man with gray hair and a slightly protruding belly. He had a young woman on his arm, who looked to be about the same age as Wen Qi.

Feng Ce turned his head and nodded calmly, "Boss Tang."

Mr. Tang touched the tender hand in his arm, but his eyes fell on Wen Qi, "Who is this?"

Feng Ce frowned slightly, and his voice became a little colder, "My wife, Wen Qi."

President Tang was shocked and quickly retracted his gaze, saying with a smile, "I've heard that Madam Feng is extremely beautiful. Seeing her today, it's true. Haha."

Wen Qi smiled, "Mr. Tang, you are too kind. Your wife is not bad either."

Mr. Tang laughed again, and the young girl lowered her eyes shyly, but glanced at Feng Ce with her peripheral vision, her eyes full of mercenary calculations, thinking that it would be great if she could be with such a high-quality man.

After a few polite words, the two sides parted ways.

Feng Ce took Wen Qi to sit at the VIP table in the front row.

Wen Qi leaned close to him and whispered, "That Mr. Tang brought his lover to the event so openly?"

Feng Ce lowered his voice to satisfy her gossip, "Mr. Tang's first wife passed away."

Wen Qi suddenly realized. No wonder, he had no wife at home and had money on him. What kind of wife could he not find?