Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1135 - The Story of Ling and Heng (398)

Chapter 1135: The Story of Ling and Heng (398)

Feng Mingzhu had just reached out for a towel when she heard the bathroom door clicking open. She immediately spun around with a flustered heart only to see a bald middle-aged man with a greasy complexion and a large belly unbuckling his belt as he entered.

“Ah—” Feng Mingzhu cried out instinctively. The other party had yet to react. He turned his head over subconsciously and was dazed to see a beautiful, naked woman rushing to wrap a towel around herself.

“Which brat sent this beauty over this time, she’s really high quality, ah.” CEO Liu had long forgotten where he was. He wasn’t unused to such dealings in the business world. The instant he saw a beautiful girl with such smooth, white skin, his desire to use the bathroom transformed into a rush of arousal. He directly threw himself toward her. “Come, baby, what a coincidence that I’m in the mood today...”

“Go away! Scream!” Feng Mingzhu glared at him harshly. She picked up the shampoo bottle by the side and threw it at him.

However, in her rushed and frightened state, as she stumbled out of the bathroom, she abruptly slipped against the wet floor and fell down painfully. She sprawled against the ground, trembling.

CEO Liu lowered his head to see that her towel had unraveled, revealing a large patch of her back. From the side, he could even see the seductive curve of her body. With glossy eyes, he immediately leaned down to touch her back.

“Ah! Don’t touch me!” Feng Mingzhu felt overwhelmed with disgust. She cried out again and tried to shove him aside. However, she was still reeling from the earlier pain; she felt as though her bone had split open. She struggled to push him away and was eventually hauled up by this bald and fat old man. He held her tightly in his arms and lowered his head to breath in the scent of her breasts deeply.

“Scram! Don’t touch me... go away...” Feng Mingzhu was thoroughly flustered. She began to scratch against his head and face. The man suddenly became upset and caught a bunch of her hair in his grip. He commanded her to be more obedient and pressed her firmly against the bathroom door. As his hand began to move downward, Feng Mingzhu tried to lift her feet to kick him but could not. She suddenly turned to look at the scent diffuser by the side.

The bottle itself was made of tea-coloured glass.

As she felt the old man’s touch grow more and more out of line, Feng Mingzhu’s anger completely overtook her rationality. She abruptly reached for the glass bottle and slammed it harshly against the back of his head.

As the man instantly slouched unmoving against her, and the air began to fill with the scent of blood, Feng Mingzhu stood before the door in fear. The man slowly slid down against her and eventually fell backwards heavily with a loud bang.

Feng Mingzhu stared blankly at his figure. As her gaze shifted toward the ground stained red by the blood from his head, fear overwhelmed her. She rushed to toss aside the heavy glass bottle. She then picked up the half-soaked towel and wrapped it around herself. She could not pause to consider anymore. She directly turned to run away.

The person sent in was clearly meant to be Li Nanheng; why did he suddenly turn into such a disgusting, old man?

Did that server betray her?

What exactly was going on?

Earlier, did she kill someone...

All sorts of flustered emotions were overwhelming her heart. Feng Mingzhi held the towel tightly against herself. She did not even pause to cover herself up with a coat. She directly flung the door open and ran out.

“Someone, someone... please... anyone...” Feng Mingzhu had intended to run toward the staircase when she abruptly halted. All of the words she had wanted to say had been caught in her throat.

She stared in disbelief. The man stood right outside her door, leaning casually against the wall. He held a lit cigarette between his fingers while his other hand was tucked into his pocket comfortably.

Li Nanheng stared at her indifferently. As Feng Mingzhu’s composure was about to fully shatter, despite the three meters of distance between them, he still spat a mouthful of smoke in her direction.

Even through the smoke, the man’s gaze was mocking and cold.

“You...” Feng Mingzhu stared at him and was frightened into taking a step back. In a split second, she seemed to finally understand what was going on.

“Miss Feng, when did you come to T City? You should have told me earlier.” Li Nanheng’s eyes did not carry any smile. His gaze was frigid cold as he watched her. “This Li one would have arranged for someone to receive you. There then wouldn’t be any need for Miss Feng to use a glass of wine to remind this Li one of my inattentiveness.”

Even though the words he spoke were all politely, the faint wisp of smoke escaping his lips seemed to conceal his cruel, murderous intent.

He won’t kill her.

Even if he had killed countless before her, no matter what, she was still the Feng family’s daughter. The two family’s relationship was present. Furthermore, he sister’s cenotaph was his wife-in-name. He would never take her life.

Feng Mingzhu gradually recovered from her shock. She was about to speak when she heard the faint conversation from the staircase: “Where’s my family’s old Liu? How much did he drink? He came up here?”

Feng Mingzhu could not process the voice she heard at first. Finally, she saw a middle-aged woman with good complexion rushing over. The lady was dressed in a gown and when she saw that Feng Mingzhu clad in only a towel, she immediately paused. She instinctively felt that something was off and glared at Feng Mingzhu.

“Where’s Old Liu?” The middle-aged woman suddenly raised her voice to demand.

Feng Mingzhu’s shoulders instinctively trembled. The server who had followed behind this middle-aged woman lowered his head respectfully to say: “Madam Li, my deepest apology, we didn’t know that you were in attendance today. CEO Liu drank too much earlier and accompanied this woman up to rest in the room...”

After hearing these words, Madam Liu turned back to look at Feng Mingzhu’s towel. She also noticed the scratch marks and hickeys CEO Liu had left on her earlier. In a fit of rage, she lifted her purse and slammed it heavily against Feng Mingzhu’s face: “You smelly slut, you dared to seduce my husband!”

Feng Mingzhu was an alert person but was still dumbstruck by this series of accidents. The instant the purse came into contact with her skin, her complexion turned pale. She was about to explain when Madam Li abruptly rushed forward and pushed her down on the ground. She straddled her and brought her hands down to claw against her face harshly.