Chapter 35 Ruan Xingfeng was kidnapped
"I'm not interested. If you invest in the Wen family, he'll notice you, and you can also benefit from it. The most important thing now is not for him to completely forgive you and come back to you, but for him to care about you as a person. He ignores you and treats you as invisible. Is there anything worse than this?"
Liao Feng just rolled his eyes at Kirill, but still patiently explained to him that Li Mingyuan had a strong sense of self-esteem, and if Kirill did this, he would definitely focus his attention on him. Only when Li Mingyuan started to pay attention to him could Kirill continue.
The anger on Kirill's face was gradually replaced by a thoughtful expression. Although he didn't like this approach, he had to admit that Liao Feng's words were like a cold scalpel, accurately dissecting the current situation.
Indeed, there's nothing worse than being completely ignored. While anger is at least a strong emotional response, ignoring someone means you've completely disappeared from that person's world.
"And then?" Kirill's voice calmed. He sat back in his chair, leaning forward, truly beginning to view this conversation as a strategic deployment that needed to be carefully executed. "I invested in the Wen family, angered him. And then what? Let him deal with me? That seems even further from 'reconciliation'."
Seeing Kirill finally getting into the swing of things, Liao Feng's lips curled up in a calculating arc. "Letting him deal with you is only the first step. The second step is for him to 'accidentally' discover that you've planted a trap in your support for the Wen family, or for you to 'secretly' leak key information about the Wen family to him."
"You have to confuse him, making him unable to figure out what you're trying to do. Are you trying to help him? Or harm him? When he becomes curious about your motives, that's when your chance begins."
Kirill immediately understood the underlying strategy. This wasn't a simple business war; it was a carefully planned psychological operation. The goal was to carve a crack in Li Mingyuan's sturdy psychological defenses.
"I understand." Kirill's eyes rekindled that wild, challenging light. "It became a problem he couldn't ignore, and then a solution he couldn't imagine."
"That's right." Liao Feng nodded with satisfaction. "You'll have to handle the details yourself. Remember, it has to be genuine, so you can deceive the Wen family and convince Li Mingyuan that your 'betrayal' is real. As for how to convince him that your 'defection' is also real... that depends on your performance."
He paused, then added with a hint of warning, "Also, watch your lower body and temper. If you do anything 'youthful and ignorant' again, I'll personally send you abroad. Li Mingyuan has no shortage of men."
Hearing him say this, Kirill's sense of crisis suddenly rose. He stared at him as if he had just realized that the person in front of him was Li Mingyuan's ex. Liao Feng ignored his gaze and just felt that this person was not very smart.
"Okay, I've taught you everything I should teach you. Now it's your turn. If you can say sweet words, say them. If you can't, shut up." This was his last advice. Kirill nodded and left the office.
Liao Feng took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair to rest. Kirill was so stupid that it gave him a headache. How could a human being be so clueless about emotional issues? Although Song Xuexi didn't have anyone she liked, she knew how to coax and pursue people.
Xu Nuoyan doesn't know how to chase people, nor does he know how to say sweet words, but he can do things, but Kirill... can't say sweet words, but he wants to save face when doing things. He doesn't understand what Li Mingyuan likes about him, that face?
He shook his head and didn't want to continue with other people's emotional problems. Kirill couldn't hurt Li Mingyuan, and they could handle the rest themselves. His top priority now was to find Xu Nuoyan.
But when he and Song Xuexi sat together to buy plane tickets, they both paused. Xu Nuoyan had already avoided them and wanted to live a stable life on his own. Were they disrespecting his ideas by doing this?
They actually promised Yan Ping'an that he could do what he liked. If he wanted to say goodbye to the past, they should give him time.
Instead of going to look for him just because he left quietly, it didn't seem like they were worried about Xu Nuoyan, but more like they were going to find him and force him to think about bad things.
He is an adult and does not need them to worry so much. The two of them looked up at each other and understood what the other was thinking. They decided not to disturb Xu Nuoyan's recovery. No matter whether he comes back now or contacts them again, it is Xu Nuoyan's freedom. They just have to remember this friend.
They decided not to disturb Xu Nuoyan's recovery. Whether he came back or contacted them again, it was Xu Nuoyan's freedom. They just had to remember not to forget this friend.
The office fell into a long silence, and a faint sense of sadness and relief filled the air.
In the end, it was Song Xuexi who stood up first and patted Liao Feng on the shoulder: "Alright, stop sighing. Yanyan has chosen his path, and we also have our lives to live."
Liao Feng took a deep breath, stood up, and turned off the computer: "Got it. I still have a lot of things to do at the company, and that stupid wolf Kirill is starting to cause me trouble."
His tone returned to its usual calmness, as if the struggle just now had never happened. "What? What does Kirill want you to do?" Hearing this name, Song Xuexi also became a little excited.
Liao Feng told her the whole story. Song Xuexi was stunned after hearing it. Kirill's train of thought was so amazing. How could he look for the ex of someone he liked just to pursue someone? Wasn't he afraid that Liao Feng would play tricks on him?
But Liao Feng was willing to help him, so Kirill did not tell him the truth, otherwise how could Liao Feng help him? If he didn't beat him to death, it would not be Liao Feng himself.
She also chose not to say anything. If Kirill was willing to make amends and Li Mingyuan chose to forgive, it would be good for Liao Feng not to know those things.
In the villa on the other side, Ruan Xingfeng was feeling down and lost. His junior year was drawing to a close, and his classmates were busy preparing for postgraduate entrance exams, finding jobs, and studying abroad, all discussing clear future plans.
But he was like a ship without a rudder. He only knew that he didn't want to stay where he was, but he had no idea where to go.
"Leaving" was just a vague thought. As for why to leave, where to go, how to start... all of this was like a fog, making him feel extremely suffocated and anxious. This emotion was even more uncomfortable than the simple "want to escape" before.
One afternoon, he was upset and without telling the driver, he wandered aimlessly on the street alone, trying to sort out his confused thoughts.
Maybe he wanted to breathe some free air, or maybe he just wanted to temporarily escape from the omnipresent gravitational field called "Liao Feng".
Just as he was walking past a relatively quiet street corner, a black van suddenly braked to a stop beside him without any warning!
The car door slid open with a bang, and two strong arms stretched out from inside, covering his mouth and nose! A pungent chemical smell instantly rushed into his nostrils. His struggle lasted only a few seconds before his consciousness was quickly dragged into endless darkness.
When he regained some consciousness, he found himself in a dark, abandoned warehouse.
His hands were tied behind his back and his mouth was sealed with tape. Fear instantly permeated his limbs like ice water.
A man in a suit, looking unusually cold, was standing in front of him, talking slowly on the phone.
"...The people have been invited. Don't worry, it's clean and no one saw us." "...Of course, this is just a greeting. Let Liao Feng know that the game has begun." "...The most important things to him will disappear one by one. Xu Nuoyan is just an appetizer, this one is the main course."
The man hung up the phone, walked to Ruan Xingfeng, squatted down, and lifted Ruan Xingfeng's frightened pale face with his cold fingers.
"Don't be afraid, little boy." The man's voice was cold and playful. "You are my brother's most...favorite toy. How dare I really touch you?" He deliberately emphasized the word "toy".
"Brother?" Ruan Xingfeng's mind was clouded by fear and the drugs, but this unfamiliar name pierced his confusion like a needle. Liao Feng had a younger brother? He had never heard him mention that.
Suddenly, a forgotten fragment suddenly rushed into his mind. It was a rare nightmare that Liao Feng had. He was cold all over and muttered painfully in his dream: "I am your brother... Why did you push me... It's so cold..."
In an instant, all the pieces came together! The man before him was the brother who had pushed Liao Feng off the glacier, leaving him with a lifelong illness and a nightmare that still haunted him to this day!
The great fear was instantly replaced by an even more intense emotion, pure rage, and he struggled, uttering angry whimpers.
"Tsk, don't get excited." The man gently kicked him with the tip of his shoe, his tone frivolous, "It seems that my good brother has been pretending to be pitiful in front of you to gain sympathy. It's a pity that he didn't tell you that he was the one who wanted to get rid of me, his 'good-for-nothing' brother, for the family fortune. Did I push him? I was just protecting myself."
The man squatted down, shining the cold light of his phone screen on his face, illuminating Ruan Xingfeng's angry eyes. "Do you know why I'm touching you? Because my brother has been too disobedient lately, and I need to teach him a lesson. And of all his 'things', you look the most vulnerable, and the easiest to manipulate."
At this moment, another subordinate came over with a tablet computer, and the screen began to automatically play the edited video and audio clips:
There are two videos. In the first clip, Liao Feng is in a corner of a banquet, talking impatiently on the phone: "...Let him throw a tantrum. Just ignore him for a few days and he'll behave himself. A little guy like this can be coaxed with just a few words. Do you really take yourself seriously?"
The second video clip shows Liao Feng complaining to Song Xuexi with a smile: "Xingfeng is still easy to deal with. He gives you whatever you want. Unlike the previous one, I spent a lot of effort to get her, but ended up with a lot of trouble."
The man explained thoughtfully, his voice like a devil's whisper: "Did you hear that? What you think of as 'love' is just a way to kill time in his eyes."
"Do you know why you can stay with him? Because you are 'well-behaved'. Because you are not like Li Mingyuan, who has a bad temper and family background and needs Young Master Liao to bother to 'chase' you!"
Every word was like a poisoned dagger, precisely stabbing Ruan Xingfeng's most sensitive and inferior place.
"Oh, and this," the man pulled up another video. It was Liao Feng being interviewed by a financial magazine, discussing his business empire and family heritage. When the reporter asked about his love life, Liao Feng's expression was distant and official: "A future partner, of course, needs to be approved by the family. A good match is the foundation, and it would be best if we could support each other in our careers."
The man off-screen scoffed, "Did you hear that clearly? 'Family approval,' 'equal status,' 'career support'... which one of those do you have? Besides your face and your body, what else do you have that could possibly catch the Liao family's eye?"
For the next two days and two nights, Ruan Xingfeng was trapped in this dark corner. The mental torture continued. They bombarded him with carefully edited "evidence" and vicious interpretations, destroying all his beliefs.
He still said nothing, just sat on the ground and listened to them quietly, but his heart was already desolate, and all the warm memories of Liao Feng were polluted and distorted.
Not only did they make him realize the "reality", they also made him believe that the little warmth he had felt in the past was all false charity and manipulation;
To Liao Feng, I was a pathetic, cheap plaything from beginning to end.
He didn't want to "leave" now, he felt that he had to "escape" from this carefully woven golden cage built with false love.
When Liao Feng returned to the villa, he saw that no one was there. He was panicked and made several phone calls but to no avail.
Countless failed tracking windows flashed across the computer screen, the red "Signal Lost" message glaring like a mockery. His proud resource network seemed so pale and powerless in the face of a true "disappearance."
"How is it possible... How is it possible that there is no trace at all!" He growled, tapping the table with his fingers angrily, his emotions teetering on the edge of rage and panic. The other party was a master, a master who knew his style of doing things very well.
Suddenly, all his movements came to a screeching halt. No… there was another trace! An ultimate safety net that he'd believed was foolproof, known only to a select few: the micro-locator implanted in Ruan Xingfeng's phone, its encryption protocol, and its background permissions.
His pupils suddenly constricted, and he instantly grabbed his phone, almost trembling as he dialed the number he almost didn't want to contact again. "Li Mingyuan!" The moment the call connected, he ignored any small talk or awkwardness, his voice hoarse and urgent, "Help me activate Hummingbird's highest permissions! Now! Only you can do this!"
Li Mingyuan was still very busy with Kirill's affairs. Now that Liao Feng yelled at him like this, he became even angrier and was about to curse, but when he heard Liao Feng's choked voice, he held back.
"Your baby is lost?" He couldn't think of a second thing that could make Liao Feng so devastated. Liao Feng was speechless and the "hmm" he uttered was full of tears.
"Okay, okay, stop crying. I'll send you the location in three minutes." He hung up the phone, turned on the computer and operated it for a while. In less than three minutes, he sent the location to Liao Feng.
Liao Feng got the location and drove the fastest Lion No. 03, eager to rush to Ruan Xingfeng's side. His baby was so weak, what would happen if he didn't bully him? If something happened, he would never forgive himself. It was his failure to protect his baby and put him in danger.
When they arrived at their destination, it was an abandoned warehouse. The people inside seemed to have heard something and immediately left Ruan Xingfeng behind. He searched for a long time before he found the entrance.
Liao Feng rushed into the warehouse, and the next second, his blood seemed to be frozen instantly.
His little deer, the baby he cherished in his heart, was lying lifeless in the cold dust, his face as pale as paper, his clothes disheveled, and there were glaring marks on his wrists.
The pair of eyes that were always clear and smiling were closed, and the long eyelashes were still stained with tears. He just lay there quietly, like a broken and discarded doll.
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