In the second half of the night, the rain became heavier and heavier, and Wen Qian became even more annoyed when watching the news on the Internet.
When the car stopped in front of the hotel, she quickly walked inside with an umbrella.
She covered her entire face with the umbrella the whole time and didn't put it away even in the elevator.
Standing at the door of the room Li Feng gave her, Wen Qian reached out and pressed the doorbell.
Soon, the door to the room was opened. Li Feng only had a bath towel wrapped around his lower body. When he saw her, he said maliciously: "Not bad, you got here pretty fast."
Wen Qian looked at him coldly: "What exactly do you want to do."
Li Feng looked her up and down: "Let's talk about it after we get in. Just standing there is boring."
After entering the room, Wen Qian closed her umbrella and placed it in the corner.
Li Feng walked to the wine cabinet and said, "Have a seat."
Wen Qian followed him with her eyes and sat on the sofa in the living room.
After a while, Li Feng came out with two glasses of red wine and put one in front of Wen Qian: "Anyway, I still have to congratulate you for winning the competition."
As Li Feng spoke, he picked up the wine glass for her.
Wen Qian frowned, holding back her nausea and disgust, took the cup from his hand, and took a sip under Li Feng's gaze.
Li Feng looked at her with a satisfied expression.
Wen Qian put down the wine glass: "You can just tell me how much money you want, and I will find a way to give it to you."
"NONONO."
Li Feng raised his head and drank the red wine from the glass, and sat next to Wen Qian, "If I wanted money, I wouldn't come to you. Miss Zhao has a lot of money, so I came to you, of course, to talk about some private matters between us.
"
As he spoke, he put his hand on Wen Qian's thigh.
Wen Qian stood up suddenly: "Be more respectful!"
Li Feng laughed, but immediately changed his expression and said with a cold face: "You come to my room and talk to me about respect?"
"I came because..."
Just as Wen Qian was halfway through her words, she suddenly saw that the surrounding scenes became blurry.
And Li Feng sat there, his smile a bit ferocious.
Wen Qian secretly screamed. She reached into her bag with trembling hands and took out the dagger. Her voice trembled uncontrollably: "You...don't come here, be careful of me..."
When Li Feng saw this, he was not angry but smiled: "Oh, you better come prepared. I don't know that you still have this ability."
Wen Qian's head was getting dizzy, and it was almost difficult to even stand.
Li Feng easily snatched the dagger from her hand and pushed her down on the sofa with rough movements: "In this case, I won't be polite!"
At first, Wen Qian still struggled by instinct, but when the pain penetrated her instantly, her eyes stared at the ceiling, and her mind was left blank.
The sickening rough breathing of a man filled his ears.
A few hours later, when the effects of the medicine finally wore off, Wen Qian stood up from the carpet tremblingly, grabbed a piece of clothing and held it in front of her chest, took out her cell phone and wanted to call the police.
Li Feng sat next to him, smoking with half-closed eyes: "If you want to sue me, just sue me."
As he said that, he threw a mobile phone towards Wen Qian: "The evidence is all here, it's up to you to sue."
Wen Qian bit her lower lip, but she didn't expect that he would actually record it.
Li Feng blew out a puff of smoke and continued: "Anyway, I don't dare to laugh. If the police interrogate me, I will get nervous and tell you all the shameful things we did. I don't care, I just feel sorry for you, okay?
It’s so easy to win the championship in the designer competition, but I’m still excited about it, and I’m about to give it up to someone else.”
Wen Qian was silent for a long time and began to get dressed without saying a word.
When she left, Li Feng said again: "Don't worry, as long as you are here when called, I will not tell anyone else whether it is this video or anything related to the competition."
Wen Qian's back froze, her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly into fists, but she could only hold back her anger and leave.
Behind him, there was Li Feng's manic laughter.
…
After leaving the hotel, Wen Qian did not go back to the house she was living in now, but went back to her real home.
It's just that it's raining heavily, and it's hard to see the original path in the alley that's always filled with water.
Wen Qian walked all the way, and her shoes and clothes were already wet.
She stood at the door of her home and banged the door hard, but the only response she received was no sound of rain at all.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of her knocking on the door finally woke up the neighbor. A man in his sixties or seventies came out tremblingly. It took him a long time to identify the person in front of him: "Xiaoqian, your father is not here."
At home, stop knocking."
Wen Qian turned her head, her tone full of anger: "Where did he go?"
"He was feeling unwell before and went to the hospital. He never came back. It's been a long time."
"What about Xie Rong?"
"After Xiaorong sent your father to the hospital, he never came back."
After the uncle finished speaking, he turned around and entered his home.
Wen Qian looked at the potted plant carefully raised by Wen Qiang next to her. The more she looked at it, the more furious she became. She stretched out her foot and kicked it hard. The pot hit the wall and fell apart. The plants on it were also covered with soil and gradually lost their vitality.
The old man next door turned around when he heard the noise, looked back, shook his head and clicked his tongue twice before closing the door.
Wen Qian went to Xie Rong's house again, hoping to find some clues as to where he had gone.
Now only Xie Rong can help her deal with Li Feng.
She found the key that Xie Rong had placed under the window sill. When she entered, she found that the place was covered with dust. He must have not been back for a long time.
Wen Qian was unwilling to leave like this, so she found paper and pen and told Xie Rong to contact her immediately after seeing them.
On the way back, Wen Qian turned her head and looked at the building standing in the rain again. The surrounding area was filled with the sour smell of garbage.
She will never come back here again in her life!
…
Even though Ruan Xingwan only slept for a few hours, when she opened her eyes, she felt much more energetic.
The rain is still falling outside the window, and the whole sky is dark. I don't know how long this rain will continue to fall.
Ruan Xingwan changed his clothes and went downstairs.
As soon as she walked to the living room, a servant came over in a hurry: "Miss Ruan, the master said that after you get up, you should go to his study."
"knew."
Walking to the door of the study, Ruan Xingwan reached out and knocked on the door. Lin Zhiyuan's cold voice came from inside: "Come in."
Ruan Xingwan walked inside and said calmly: "Chairman Lin, do you have anything to do with me?"
Lin Zhiyuan looked at her with a bit of sinister look in his eyes.
Probably because he didn't sleep all night, the gentle and elegant disguise on his face had long since disappeared without a trace.
Meeting his gaze, Ruan Xingwan's expression remained unchanged, without flinching at all.
After a while, Lin Zhiyuan said: "You know all the news on the Internet, right?"
Ruan Xingwan nodded: "The matter is so big and the news is shaking. It's hard not to know."