"You are quite good. Get a room here and stay. The Mu family won't have the guts to come and touch you."
Ye Feng smiled and gave the order.
Minister Mu nodded in obedience. Now he had completely betrayed the Mu family. As long as he showed up, the Mu family would know that he was still too weak in front of them.
Ye Feng gently picked up Song Qiyue, feeling mixed emotions. Song Qiyue's diary was very detailed, and it contained everything.
He also knew Song Qiyue's feelings for him, but what was the situation around him now... things and people had changed.
He found a room and gently placed Song Qiuyue on the bed. He walked to the balcony, closed the glass door, and silently lit a cigarette.
The firelight was intertwined with darkness, and the air was filled with smoke. Ye Qian, who was only 18 years old at this time, looked a little haggard, or perhaps he was upset, which gave people a momentary illusion.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at the scenery in the distance. He gently exhaled a puff of smoke and rubbed the glowing red cigarette butt with his fingers.
Ye Feng lit another cigarette, feeling a little upset. He leaned against the balcony, with more and more cigarette butts beside him.
After smoking an unknown number of cigarettes, Ye Feng flicked a cigarette butt into the small pile and waved his hand gently. The cigarette butts around him and the smell of smoke on his body were all blown away.
Standing up, two faces stared at each other blankly through a layer of glass.
Song Qiyue's eyes suddenly turned red. She opened the glass door, threw herself into Ye Feng's arms, and sobbed in his arms.
Ye Feng held his hands in the air, hesitating for a long time but still unable to put them down.
After a while, Song Qiyue's eyes were red. She held Ye Feng's face in her hands, looked at him, and sobbed out three words:
"You've lost weight"
Then, it touched Ye Feng's lips like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then, like rain after a long drought, they entangled with each other.
Song Qiyue hugged Ye Feng's neck and led him to the white bed, whispering:
"If this is a dream, then let it last a little longer. Only in a dream will he cooperate with me like this, right?"
Song Qiuyue was lying on the bed, her face as beautiful as a flower, and her white dress seemed to blend into the white sheets.
She didn't know why this dream was so real. Maybe she was going to die... Her memory was still stuck at the moment when she was knocked unconscious by the taxi driver. She anticipated her own ending.
It’s a pity that she couldn’t see Ye Feng for the last time, but seeing him in her dream was also great... At least she died with the memory of Ye Feng, and she remembered his kindness.
Just as Song Qiyue was about to take the next step and hand over the most precious thing in a woman's life to Ye Feng, Ye Feng suddenly stood up from the bed with an ugly face. He couldn't...
Then, in Song Qiuyue's stunned and puzzled eyes, he rushed out of the room without looking back.
Song Qiuyue reached out and felt the remaining warmth on her lips, as if... this was not a dream!
Somehow, she couldn't stop her tears from falling anymore.
On the other side, Ye Feng stumbled back to his room. Xi Yurong had already left and he collapsed on the bed.
Dao Ye's small body ran out and looked at Ye Feng in amazement:
"It's out of character for a beast like you to leave under such circumstances."
"She's just an ordinary person, she can't be involved in this."
Ye Feng covered his eyes with his right arm, paused, and spoke slowly:
"She's going to get married, I can't ruin her."
This answer made Dao Ye's small body tremble. He didn't expect that Ye Feng actually thought about these things. Before, he thought that Ye Feng was simply lustful and would accept anything that was good-looking and came to him.
"Is this the charm of white moonlight that you humans talk about?"
Dao Ye spoke stupidly, but could a boy really resist the urge to take action when faced with the white moonlight that was already at his lips?
The little blue firefly lying on Dao Ye's shoulder moved its head, seeming to be very interested in this question.
"Her departure back then was a setup, so she's not suitable to stay by my side... Besides, I already have a lot of women around me, so her following me would just be a waste of time."
Ye Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, without saying all that was in his mind.
Almost all the women around him were deliberately placed there, or had some connection to his so-called past life...
He will figure out the truth of these things, but definitely not now. He doesn't want to say anything to the Taoist priest. He still can't tell which side the Taoist priest is on.
The most likely possibility is that it was left to him in his previous life. After all, the power that the Taoist can mobilize is really strong, and he can directly control the two avenues of time and space. It would be strange that such a person would obey Ye Nanxing's orders.
Dao Ye knows a lot, and this does not rule out the possibility of his cooperation with Ye Nanxing.
Ye Nanxing was too mysterious, he didn't dare to believe it completely... After all, who knew if Ye Nanxing wanted him or one of his past lives...
Ye Feng sighed, straightened his clothes, and adjusted his breathing. Song Qiyue had to be dealt with properly, at least not letting her have any illusions about him.
Ye Feng walked into Song Qiyue's room again, only to see Song Qiyue sitting cross-legged on the bed with her eyes lowered, wondering what she was thinking.
Ye Feng coughed twice, attracting Song Qiyue's attention. He suppressed his inner emotions and spoke calmly:
"I have a girlfriend"
"I know. I've seen the photos. She's beautiful."
Song Qiuyue forced an ugly smile and praised.
"So we..."
"I understand, I'll leave!"
Song Qiyue bit her lower lip tightly and said these words with trembling body.
Ye Feng shook his head and took out a piece of paper:
"You know, I'm not short of money right now, and I really like the kiss you just gave me, so... I plan to support you."
Song Qiyue looked at Ye Feng, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief. She stared at Ye Feng's face blankly and took the paper from Ye Feng's hand:
"Ten million a year... I didn't expect I'm so valuable in your heart."
Song Qiyue's fingers tightly grasped the paper in her hand, her tone sad. She could accept having a new girlfriend, she was just a passer-by, as long as Ye Feng lived a happy life.
But... why did Ye Feng use such a thing to insult her? She seemed to feel that a crack had appeared in her heart, and those beautiful memories were madly slipping away. She was trying frantically to repair them, but under Ye Feng's gaze... it was in vain.
She suppressed the bitterness in her heart and held the paper in her hand:
"If I agree, then I will be your mistress?"
"No, Xiaowu, Xiaoliu, whatever, there are quite a lot."
Ye Feng pinched the other side of the paper:
"So, do you agree? If you think it's too little, I can add more. Fifteen million? Twenty million? Or one hundred million? When I get tired of playing around, I'll give you a large sum of money to ensure you have plenty of food and clothing for the rest of your life."
After Ye Feng finished speaking, Song Qiyue's hand holding the paper slowly dropped.
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