Chapter 180 - Break That Promise

Feng Xuan came home a little less enthusiastic than when she left it. Even when she already cleared out her closet for the clothes that would come tomorrow, it still rather felt unsatisfactory.

There had to be another way to make Da Xia leave this town. Maybe she should set her up in a crime and blackmail her into leaving. But what else was kind of crime could it be. She has no intention of destroying the other woman to the point that she would no longer be able to start again.

Besides, she was not the one who was involved. Feng Xuan did not want to admit it, but she was bored. She thought that when she was done with her training that The Zookeeper would pounce on them and the games would begin. Who would've thought he would actually wait for a better opportunity?

Feng Xuan was just looking for someone to torment.

"I have a question," she asked Qing Chen as he got to the bed. "You can answer only if you feel comfortable about talking about it."

"Okay…?" Qing Chen sounded unsure. "What is it about?"

"It's about Da Xia."

"What about her?"

"On a scale of one to ten, how mean should I be to her?"

Qing Chen's lips smiled. "Are you suddenly second guessing?"

"Not really. I still want her out of here. But the question was, how far should I go?"

"I don't know, Xuan. The important thing is that she should be back where she belongs." Qing Chen opened up a laptop. "I'll just send some reminders to my secretary, okay?"

Feng Xuan nodded with a yawn. She settled on her side of the bed as Qing Chen's fingers danced on his keyboard. "What did she do to you? I mean, I know that you guys broke up. Was it that bad?"

Qing Chen sighed. "A bit, I think. We were together for four years."

"Wow," she mouthed silently. "And then?"

"She said she wanted to study abroad and focus. So I let her go. I visited her every weekend. You could only imagine Father's anger whenever I took the private jet. That was the reason he bought another one."

"So you guys were okay?"

"Yeah, we were."

"Until…?"

"Then on the last time that I went there, she told me that we should break up. The distance was killing her and all that. She needed someone who could be there for her everyday physically. I thought it was mainly the stress talking. She looked tired too."

"So you let her go that time?"

"Yes, that's what happened. I thought she would contact me the following day, or even just after a week. But there was nothing. She was quiet. So I had some people look out for her—you know, to make sure that she was still alive and breathing. I have received updates that she was fairly well and her mood improved. Then…"

"And then what?"

Qing Chen closed his laptop and put in on the nightstand. "And then after another week, she was photographed with a model."

"Doing what?"

"Kissing, of all things." Qing Chen slid down under the covers and pulled Feng Xuan by the waist. "I was thrown by it. I kept thinking what if they were already dating before we even separated. Things like that."

Feng Xuan shivered. "Did she contact you after that?"

"No. Life went on like nothing happened."

"Maybe she was just using it as a publicity stunt."

"Yeah, I have thought about that too. But I could've helped her gain fame. I have all the resources. I would've bought her her own modeling agency."

Feng Xuan perked up. "Speaking of… what do you think about owning a fashion brand?"

Qing Chen's eyebrows rose up. "Clothes? I know nothing about that."

"It's just another business." She snuggled closer to him. "I have some money, I don't know if that would be enough. I would ask my father first. Or my grandfather. Then I'll come back to you. We never know, it might be the next big thing. You're welcome to be our new investor."

"Business is business," Qing Chen flicked her nose lightly. "Send me a proposal. Then we'll see."

Feng Xuan felt challenged. "I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. I'll have it done by next week."

"Alright then," he answered.

"Going back to the topic—"

Qing Chen groaned.

"We have to talk about this!" she continued. "So, how hard should I hit her?"

"Bulldoze her if you want. Be the judge." His mind was completely elsewhere already as he started kissing her face.

"Wait," Feng Xuan pushed against his chest, still wanting to talk. Then she shook her head. "Never mind. Continue."

As they kiss their way until they were both sleepy, Feng Xuan was thinking about how she could bury Da Xia. Should her family be also included?

Feng Xuan broke their kiss.

"What?" Qing Chen asked, his hair sticking up—the handiwork of her fingers.

"Should we take down the Dai family? I take out Da Xia, you take out her brother."

"You want to bring down a dynasty?"

"Isn't that what people in the ancient days do?" she laughed. "End others?"

"It would be easier to kill them, you know."

"Can you kill your ex-girlfriend?"

Qing Chen shrugged. "Maybe, you'll take a hint and tell Wuming to do us a little favor then they'll just suddenly disappear and all our problems will be gone."

Feng Xuan pouted. "You're dirty, Qing Chen. Don't you want to play a little?"

"I don't think I'm that bored."

"But I am," she kissed him. "Please, let's have a little fun."

"I have a different definition of fun tonight."

"Let's talk more about this in the morning?"

"Definitely."

**

When the morning came, Feng Xuan finally understood why men were overjoyed when women say yes to them.

"I promise I won't be that bad," Feng Xuan said.

"I hope you break that promise," he replied.