C7 Erotic

Director Li, his face a pallid shade of green, departed alongside Prof. Zhang.

Zhao Feng fully grasped the situation; the old man was perfectly fine. Prof. Zhang's words were a favor to him, and he had no intention of squandering his senior's kindness.

He watched them go until they were out of sight, leaving only the Wei Family members present.

It was then the matriarch spoke, "Well then, Zhao Feng, you'll be the one to look after your grandfather."

Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for his input.

"Grandma, are you sure you want this loser to take care of Grandpa?" Chen Min couldn't bear to watch Zhao Feng strut around their family.

Zhao Feng let out a cold laugh, fixed his gaze on her, and retorted, "Or perhaps you'd like to do it?"

"You! Who do you think you are?!"

"Enough," the old lady interjected. "Since Prof. Zhang has spoken, we'll let Zhao Feng take care of it for now."

Chen Min and Shao Yang stood aside, their faces etched with discomfort, as if they had swallowed flies.

Today, Zhao Feng had made quite the impression, and Wei Ying had reclaimed a good deal of respect!

"Zhaoyang!" Chen Min tugged at her husband's sleeve, pulling him aside with a look of bitter resentment. "I can't swallow this insult. You have to avenge me!"

"Don't worry," Zhaoyang replied with a malicious grin. "Wei Ying has been eyeing the exclusive agency rights for EDonghai Pharmaceutical Industry, hasn't she? Over my dead body will she get it! It's simply not happening."

Zhaoyang's laugh was that of a malevolent demon.

Admiring her husband, Chen Min smiled and said, "I want to see that woman pay dearly, to watch her grovel before me. She's always competed with me for everything. This time, I'll see how she dares to hold her head high in front of me!"

The perception of Zhao Feng and Wei Ying had shifted among those present. With Prof. Zhang's endorsement, Zhao Feng's prospects shone brightly; he might truly rise above the rest.

Wei Ying observed Zhao Feng, sensing he had transformed into someone else entirely. He had boldly defended her in front of the entire clan. Could this be the genuine Zhao Feng?

But I... I've done something unforgivable to Zhao Feng!

Until today, she had been plotting how to divorce him. What would Zhao Feng's reaction be if he found out?

The thought sent a shiver down Wei Ying's spine.

The afternoon's bustle had given way to evening's shadow.

Wei Ying arrived home to an empty house, while Zhao Feng remained at his grandfather's, tending to the old man.

Overwhelmed by the day's events, Wei Ying curled up on the sofa, her mind adrift with thoughts of the past three months with Zhao Feng, until she succumbed to a fitful sleep.

Zhao Feng, coming home later that night, found his wife asleep. Her beautiful face bore the remnants of tears, and even in slumber, her brow was furrowed with worry.

Noticing her chilled, delicate feet, he saw that her heels were scuffed, marked with streaks of blood.

He fetched the first aid kit and tenderly dressed the wounds, taking great care to ensure they were properly treated before he was satisfied.

Gently lifting her, he carried Wei Ying to the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and quietly exited, closing the door behind him.

Wei Ying had actually awakened upon Zhao Feng's arrival but, unsure how to confront him, she feigned sleep, feeling the warmth of his hands as he lifted her feet. Her cheeks flushed, she discreetly hid her face behind her collar.

She had no idea what he was fussing over for over an hour, but once he finally shut the door, Wei Ying opened her eyes and sat up, staring blankly at her feet.

She switched on the bedroom light; Zhao Feng had gone. Looking at the shoe cabinet by the door, she saw her high heels lined up neatly, each pair now fitted with protective pads to prevent chafing...

As the morning sun streamed in, a jarring ringtone broke the silence. Wei Ying eyed the loathsome number before finally answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Wei Ying, your bid for the exclusive distribution rights with EDonghai Pharmaceutical Industry has been revoked," came the voice of Faang Chonggong from the other end.

"What! How can you do this?" Wei Ying's voice was a low roar. "By what right do you cancel me? I know there are several contenders for the exclusive agency rights!"

"Getting upset with me is pointless. You'd better think about who you've managed to upset."

"You bastard!" Wei Ying hissed through clenched teeth, "I betrayed my own husband for exclusive representation rights! May you rot for this!"

"Watch your tone. However, if you're willing to spend the night with me, perhaps I could still find a way to help you." The voice on the other end turned icy upon Wei Ying's insult, yet the sleaziness crept back in with the latter half of his proposition.

Wei Ying furiously wiped away her tears, her voice cutting through the air like a chill wind, "Bastard! Forget it! I'll face the consequences of my actions. This is the price I pay for my mistakes! I accept it!"

With that, Wei Ying ended the call, but the tears just wouldn't stop falling.