Li Rongsen seemed to have discovered something. He felt that An Yan's face looked wrong, so he asked her, "What happened?"

An Yan looked at him, hung up the phone first, and then said, "It's nothing. Yi Chen went back home and saw that I was not there, so he asked where I was. I had to go over there, and I haven't seen him for a long time." She made up a lie casually, and thought it would be better not to tell him, since she could handle it anyway.

Li Rongsen believed it and said, "Okay, go ahead. I don't have anything to do now."

"I'll be back in a bit." An Yan said. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard Li Rongsen calling her and reminding her, "You can drive my car over there, so you don't have to bother taking a taxi."

"Okay." An Yan nodded, and then rushed over to Rong Qian.

Rong Qian's place was in a mess. Although Ling Feng was smashing things, he hadn't touched her yet. There were many things in the room that were unbearable to look at. He was still very emotional at the moment. He said, "You can leave me. I have nothing to say."

"I didn't leave when you were in such a miserable state. Why should I leave now?" Rong Qian was also unwilling in her heart. She started to tidy up the things on the ground, feeling full of grievances.

Ling Feng sat on the sofa, looking down at Rong Qian who was squatting on the ground cleaning up. He wondered why this woman had become so annoying now. She used to be the eldest daughter of a famous family, but she was becoming more and more like a dog, and she was not worthy of him.

After all, he is now the president of the painting world, so how can he be with someone like her? How can she help him? Apart from dancing, what can she give him?

Besides, wasn't it because of her that he was bullied by Zhang Sheng?

So, I never owe her anything.

But Rong Qian didn't know that he was thinking this way. She was still determined to be with him and wanted to use her past memories to awaken his love for her. She said, "We have been through such hard times, why are we always quarreling now?"

"Don't you know?" Ling Feng asked her coldly.

"Because I'm going dancing?"

"You've been a housewife for so many years, you should be used to it. But now you want to go out and show yourself in public. What are you thinking?" Ling Feng asked him.

Rong Qian was shocked. She said, "You are going too far. What can I think? I just want to live a good life with you."

"Since you want to live a good life, you should listen to me. You should do whatever I tell you to do. You are not allowed to be with An Yan in the future. It's best to stay away from her." Ling Feng finally stated his request.

Rong Qian was very confused and asked, "She has helped us so much. We are where we are today because of her."

"Pa!" With a loud slap, Ling Feng slapped Rong Qian in the face, leaving five finger marks on her cheek instantly, which were red and very clear.

Rong Qian seemed to be on fire, and immediately stood up and asked him: "You actually hit me."

"So what if I want to hit you? I'll hit you, unless you get out of here right now." Ling Feng said and then slapped him again.

Rong Qian didn't stand firmly and fell to the ground. She couldn't control her tears and said, "Why are you like this now? What did I do wrong?"

"I should have achieved what I have today a long time ago. The position of the president of the painting world was originally mine. It was because Zhang Shen coveted you that he framed me. If it weren't for you, I would have to suffer so much for so many years. It's all caused by you. You still have the nerve to ask me why." Ling Feng stood up from the sofa. He squatted down to look at Rong Qian. His eyes were full of disgust. He said, "Don't talk about An Yan. I don't owe her anything either. She wanted to help me on her own initiative. I didn't ask her to help me. Even the application of the medicine was forced by you."

"You are so ungrateful." Rong Qian sneered at him.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Ling Feng was a little surprised. No one should come at this time. He immediately went to the door and found that it was An Yan on the screen. He did not open the door, but glanced around, and then picked up Rong Qian and went into the room.

Rong Qian tried to struggle and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Just stay here and don't make any noise, or I will be rude to you." Ling Feng was like a bloodthirsty devil. He took out a rope, tied up Rong Qian, and blocked her mouth before walking out.

The doorbell kept ringing, and I even heard An Yan knocking on the door and saying, "Rong Qian, are you home?"

Ling Feng put the things Rong Qian had just packed under the sofa and covered them with a cloth. After carefully examining them, he picked up the phone and said, "What are you doing? I'm taking a rest."

"Why didn't you open the door for so long?"

"I'm the only man at home, why should I open the door for you?"

"Open the door. I'm looking for Rong Qian."

"She's not at home."

An Yan didn't believe it. She started to call Rong Qian's cell phone, but no one answered. She said, "Open the door. I'll go in and wait for her."

"I don't know where she went."

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"You are her man, how come you don't know where she went?"

"We just had a fight and she ran away." Ling Feng said indifferently.

An Yan felt that this was true. She had just heard them arguing on the phone, and it was possible that Rong Qian ran away in anger, so she did not force it and just walked downstairs slowly.

When he reached the bottom of the building, he couldn't help but look towards the window of Rong Qian's house again.

Ling Feng was also staring at An Yan through the window. He really hated this woman and hoped that she would disappear quickly.

An Yan went to get the car, thinking that she would call Rong Qian's cell phone later to ask her where she was, or think about where she would go. She had nowhere to go, so maybe she could go to the dance studio to find her first. With this in mind, she went to the dance studio.

Ling Feng went to the room to see Rong Qian again. He took the thing blocking her mouth and said, "Don't go anywhere these days. Just stay at home."

"What do you want?" Rong Qian's face was already covered with tears. She really couldn't understand why he had changed. She even had to make excuses for him, saying, "I know those newspaper reports made you feel bad. I can understand you."

"I don't need your understanding, I just need you to be obedient. This is what I have always asked for, you should understand." Ling Feng sneered and threw her phone over.

The phone screen kept flashing; it was An Yan who kept calling her.

"Am I not obedient enough? What does it mean to be obedient?" Rong Qian was a little confused.

Ling Feng looked at her, and suddenly said to her with a very gentle look: "Didn't you say that you love me more than anything else and are willing to do anything for me?"

"Yes, I did." Rong Qian did not hesitate, but said, "But you don't love me anymore."

"As long as you do what I say, we'll get married right away." Ling Feng's tone was like temptation, and he added, "Answer the phone, tell her you're home, and ask her to come and accompany you."