Chapter 389 Zhang Wei’s anger — Nading the little milk factory!

Chapter 389 Zhang Wei's anger — Nading the little milk factory!

?Five Minutes Earlier...

Guo Xiaomei was meticulously cleaning their Bentley parked in front of the garage. She worked with a precision that left the car gleaming under the moonlight, her movements rhythmic and methodical.

Nearby, Yu Lei, having just left Zhang Wei, was preoccupied with arranging an assortment of weapons in the trunk of the car. Her hands moved deftly, a dance of efficiency and care.

Inside the villa, Lin Ruoxi was absorbed in her laptop, her eyes scanning through pages of information. She was researching the town's potential as a tourism spot, her mind weaving through data and possibilities.

Outside the garage, Xie Meirong loitered with a sense of dissatisfaction, her eyes aimlessly scanning the area until they landed on Feng Xinyue. Feng Xinyue, seemingly oblivious to the world, was indulging in her snacks, each bite a small but evident pleasure.

'Eating again? Does she ever tire?' Xie Meirong mused to herself, a hint of disdain in her thoughts. A vicious smile then flickered across her face. She had been observing Feng Xinyue for quite some time.

In Xie Meirong's eyes, Feng Xinyue wasn't just a person; she was an art piece waiting to be created, a canvas of potential.

In Xie Meirong's eyes, a fierce glint of determination sparked. 'No, she would be the best,' she thought, her gaze fixated on Feng Xinyue. The illusionary effects that clouded the minds of others had no hold over her, thanks to her status as Zhang Wei's slave.

To her, Feng Xinyue was not just a person; she was a masterpiece waiting to be sculpted into art.

Despite the warnings from Guo Xiaomei about the futility of attacking Feng Xinyue, Xie Meirong harbored her own doubts.

She moved with a confident stride towards Yu Lei, who was busily stowing away a crate of weapons.

Her hand reached in, extracting a grenade from the crate with a sense of purpose. "Oh, that one is my favorite!" Yu Lei commented nonchalantly, lifting her head to glance at Xie Meirong.

At the epicenter of the blast, where lush grass had been moments before, there was now a blackened patch of earth. Feng Xinyue stood at the heart of it, miraculously unscathed. Her mouth hung open, a silent testament to her shock, her eyes wide with disbelief.

The only mark of the explosion on her was a layer of black charcoal dust that covered her face, giving her an almost comical appearance.

Zhang Wei's initial panic gave way to relief and then confusion as he took in the sight of Feng Xinyue standing unharmed amidst the destruction.

His eyes narrowed, trying to piece together the situation.

Chen Dong, arriving beside Zhang Wei, blinked in disbelief. "She's... she's fine?" His voice was a mix of astonishment and relief.

"Ugh! How is this possible?..." Xie Meirong, still standing a safe distance away, had an expression that oscillated between frustration and awe. Her plan had backfired spectacularly, leaving her target not only unharmed but seemingly unfazed.

"Indestructable, huh..." Yu Lei, removing her hands from her ears, looked on with a curious tilt of her head, as if analyzing an interesting experiment. Her gaze flicked between Feng Xinyue and the smoldering ground, her mind undoubtedly processing the outcome.

Lin Ruoxi, from her elevated vantage point on the balcony, let out a sigh of relief. Her hands, which had been gripping the balcony rail tightly, relaxed slightly. The scene below was bizarre and beyond her expectations.

Guo Xiaomei, near the garage, was the first to break the stunned silence. "Is... is everyone okay?" Her voice quivered slightly, a mix of concern and residual shock.

Feng Xinyue, finally regaining her senses, began to brush off the soot from her face.

She looked around, seemingly puzzled by the concern and astonishment directed at her. "Xie?" she murmered glancing towards Xie Meirong, genuinely confused, as if the explosion was just a distant, muffled sound to her.

Zhang Wei's gaze shifted from the bewildered Feng Xinyue to Xie Meirong, his expression etched with a mixture of skepticism and a growing displeasure. "Was this your doing?" he asked, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of accusation.

Xie Meirong, caught in the act, attempted to deflect the situation with a nervous laugh. "Ah, hubby... I can explain, hehe..." She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to infuse the moment with lightheartedness, but her laughter was hollow, betraying her unease.

Zhang Wei's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her. The amusement that usually played on his features was absent, replaced by a discernible irritation.