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In less than five minutes, she had arrived at Ye Ming's collapsed Hero Hotel from Fringe City's Seafood Restaurant, which had a drive of at least thirty minutes. Hai Yan was just about to drive her car out of the parking garage, but seeing her, her lips curled up into a cold smile. He had thought that Feng Ziyan was Lu Qingzhou's husband. It seemed that she had misunderstood him.

She really wanted to know who Lu Qingzhou's financial backer was and what kind of person would be so ruthless as to push her precious treasure from her golden nest onto someone else's bed. With a bit of frustration, she placed the cigarette she just took out from the glove compartment into the cigarette lighter and then took a long drag from the cigarette in her mouth.

The car's rearview mirror reflected Feng Ziyan's slender figure. She blew out a smoke ring to ease her mood a little. That's right, this circle was originally like this. Why would she be grieving over a person who was about to become one with this circle? Men were basically all bastards. If she didn't want it, then she would push it far away. Women were so pitiful.

She coldly looked at Feng Ziyan who was getting closer and closer, extinguished the cigarette in her hand, stepped on the gas, and left. Feng Ziyan rushed to the hotel as fast as he could. The floor of the hotel had just been waxed, and it was wet and slippery. When he finally reached the elevator, he frantically pressed the button to rise like a madman. In a hurry, his shirt was already soaked in sweat. When the elevator door opened, he immediately rushed in and tightly pressed the button on the thirty-fifth floor, where Ye Ming was.

"Wait!"

Someone outside the elevator saw the elevator door open and was about to enter. Feng Ziyan's eyes were bloodshot as she sent a word towards the person entering the elevator with a threatening voice, "Scram!"

The person at the elevator door retreated in fright, and the elevator closed. He watched the numbers in the elevator change from 1 to 35, his heart pounding as he approached his destination. All the blood in his body was boiling, his chest reverberated with anger, and it was as if they wanted to rush out and burn him to ashes. He clenched his teeth, sweat dripping from his clenched fists through his fingers.

In room 3508 on the 35th floor, the water in the bathroom was flowing loudly. Ye Mingzhen had already washed himself again and again, before finally shaving himself in the mirror. He touched his chin to make sure he didn't have any stubble before throwing the disposable razor into the trash can.

He came out of the transparent glass bathroom. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the room. Lu Qingzhou was unconscious. Ye Ming walked towards the wine cabinet in the luxurious suite, took out a bottle of Hummer, opened it with a bottle opener, and poured it into a crystal cup. He drank a mouthful first, letting the taste of the wine stay at the taste buds for a few seconds before swallowing it.

He looked at the remaining wine in the cup and finished it in one gulp. Then, he took off the bathrobe on his waist and slowly walked towards Lu Qingzhou who was on the bed. Lu Qingzhou's alcohol tolerance was too low, so much so that Ye Mingzhen patted her face several times but she did not react at all.

Ye Mingzhen used the index finger of his right hand to lightly stroke the side of her face, feeling her baby-like skin against his thick fingers. He had touched many women, and every one of them were fresh and exciting in the beginning.

Just as Ye Mingzhen was about to climb into bed and kiss her, Lu Qingzhou suddenly let out a silly laugh, and then said with an extremely clear voice, "Ziyan, do you love me?"

Ye Ming froze in midair. He had drunk his fill of alcohol, but his heart had been drunk. In addition, today, he had purposely concealed his true strength in order to go to the Spring Festival Gala with the beauties. He wanted to drink as little as possible to maintain a clear mind, so he had clearly heard Lu Qingzhou's words. He slowly retreated.

Feng Ziyan waited patiently until the elevator reached the 35th floor before he walked familiarly to the employee workshop on his floor. Coincidentally, the room service attendant was cleaning the trash, so Feng Ziyan pulled the waiter over and stared at her with a cannibal gaze, "Open the door of 3508 for me."

The waiter looked at her and frowned, "I'm sorry sir, if you need anything …"

"A hundred, three hundred, a thousand is enough?"

He took a handful of red bills from his pants pocket and thrust them into the waiter's hand. The clerk shook his head in horror. Feng Ziyan clenched her fist: "Either take the money or I'll get your boss to fire you."

It was unknown if it was due to his threats or money that the waiter finally opened the door of room 3508 for him. Feng Ziyan rushed in impatiently, and then saw Ye Mingjing sitting neatly on the single sofa in the room with a cigar in his mouth. Lu Qingzhou was also lying on the bed, similarly dressed, with her face completely drenched in sweat, as if she had been fished out of the water. The fight that he was prepared for did not happen, and his mind slowly reeled back as he saw the scene in the room.

Ye Ming looked at Feng Ziyan quietly as she rushed into the room. He blew out a beautiful smoke ring towards the sky, but no emotions could be seen on his round face.

"Boss Feng, why didn't you knock on the door in the middle of the night and directly barged into my room? That doesn't seem to be the way to treat people. "

Feng Ziyan did not realize that Lu Qingzhou had been attacked and the hostility in his body had slowly faded away. However, his heart was still on guard, as if he was ready to pounce at any time if he noticed anything strange.

"I'll take them."

Feng Ziyan's calmness returned to his body, and his tone was filled with the usual aloof arrogance.

"Director Feng, you really aren't nice enough. I've come to give you such a big business deal, and this is how you treat me. "

Ye Mingzhen pressed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray. A strand of smoke immediately rose from the tip of the cigar, extinguishing the last bit of the fishy red.

"You can touch anyone but her."

Feng Ziyan did not avoid the topic. He was not an idiot, he could tell that Ye Mingzhen did not do anything to Lu Qingzhou.

"Director Feng, you're wrong. "However, I, Ye Mingzhen, have never stolen anything from others, and I never thought that the grand Boss of the Shadow Sealing Media would actually send my woman to someone else's bed. You should thank me for that, the little girl in bed just now shouted your name, if not, I'm afraid I would have already made her mine."

Ye Ming stood up, tidied up his suit, and walked straight to the door behind Feng Ziyan. As he walked past, he patted his shoulder meaningfully, "I'll return the little girl to you. A gentleman won't do anything."

Ye Mingzhen lifted his foot and continued walking forward. Feng Ziyan's tightly clenched fists finally loosened. Just as Ye Mingzhen was about to disappear from the door, he squeezed out two words that were clearly and powerfully spoken, "Thank you!"