Chapter 329: |
Wang Haoran was speechless for a long while.
So the whole family’s full of villains now, huh? One after another, they all had the most outrageous thoughts pop into their heads like it was nothing.
He originally decided to steer clear of Feng Anna. She was trouble, and he had no interest in entangling himself. But now, his cousin Zhen Simin had gone and provoked her.
“Haoran, say something! Why are you quiet? Is your signal bad or what?” Zhen Simin’s impatient voice pressed through the phone.
“I’m listening,” Wang Haoran replied coolly.
“Well, hurry up and gather some men already. We’ve got to act fast. I’m telling you, Feng Anna is seriously beautiful.” Zhen Simin spoke with certainty, and then, in a tone practically begging for praise, she added, “Look how good your cousin is to you—such a great opportunity, and I’m handing it right to you!”
Wang Haoran rolled his eyes. This tall, long-legged cousin of his really didn’t use her brain. Did she even know what kind of background Feng Anna had before suggesting something like this?
Fortunately, he wasn’t some brainless, weak cannon-fodder villain. If he were, Zhen Simin’s idiocy might have killed him already.
“Fine, fine. Leave it to me,” he said dismissively, just to shut her up.
Wang Haoran nearly choked. “Cousin, let’s drop this plan. I’ll handle Feng Anna another way.”
He was a top-tier villain, not some back-alley thug. Zhen Simin’s suggestion was crude, classless, and utterly beneath him. Besides, he already had enough obedient, adoring female leads around him—why stoop to something so low?
“What other way? Tell me,” Zhen Simin demanded.
“That’s a secret for now. I’ll tell you later,” he said, brushing her off.
“I can’t stand this! If I don’t vent my anger, I won’t sleep tonight. If you won’t help, I’ll just go to Auntie. She loves me—she’ll definitely do something,” Zhen Simin huffed.
Zhen Li, the woman she referred to as “Auntie,” was Wang Haoran’s own mother. The youngest of her generation in the Zhen family, she had a notorious temper.
Wang Haoran knew full well what kind of firecracker his mother could be. If Zhen Simin really went whining to her, she’d absolutely jump headfirst into the mess.
Thinking of that possibility, he could only relent. “Don’t go to my mom. I’ll handle it.”
“Let’s meet and talk in person,” Zhen Simin said, clearly still uneasy.
“Name a place,” Wang Haoran agreed without fuss.
Zhen Simin might be brash with outsiders, but when it came to family, she was fiercely loyal.
And since Wang Haoran was both a villain and her cousin, it made sense to stand on the same front. Not to mention, Feng Anna had all the signs of a female lead. If he struck at her, he’d weaken Yan Yuntian’s protagonist halo as a bonus.
After getting the meeting spot from Zhen Simin, Wang Haoran hung up and got ready to head out.
But just as he stepped outside his villa, he spotted a lone figure standing quietly at the gate.
She had her back to him, and yet the sight alone was enough to steal his breath.
And when she turned around—that radiant charm, those eyes that seemed to shine with stars—Wang Haoran nearly lost his soul on the spot.
Who else could it be but Feng Xuansu?
As she saw him emerge, her gently furrowed brows relaxed. Her flawless features blossomed into a delicate smile as she glided toward him—each step elegant, every sway of her figure was intoxicating.
“I offended you before. I hope you won’t take it to heart,” she said softly.
“It’s fine.” Wang Haoran waved a hand casually, but curiosity flickered in his eyes. “How did you know I live here?”
“I dreamt of you last night,” she replied with a smile that could melt mountains. “You told me yourself in the dream.”
Of course, Wang Haoran didn’t believe that. It didn’t take much to guess that she coaxed the address out of Qin Yunhan somehow.
Still, under Feng Xuansu’s smoldering gaze, he didn’t dare respond too openly.
Because recognizing her—acknowledging her—was dangerous.
Feng Xuansu wasn’t like the others. She wasn’t just a girlfriend—she was the wife. The real deal.
If Qiu Qianwei and her sisters found out, there’d be no end to the fallout.
Even if he managed to keep it from them, what if Feng Xuansu herself went to stir things up? She had every right—she was the legitimate one, while Qiu Qianwei was just a girlfriend. That would be reason enough to cause a scene.
So the best path was silence. No confrontation. No affirmation.
But he couldn’t be cold either. After all, this was the number one beauty of the hidden martial world. Just letting her go would be too much of a waste.
“I sometimes dream too,” he said, locking eyes with her. “Always of a woman whose face I can never quite see. But somehow… I know she’s important to me.”
Feng Xuansu’s eyes lit up, her entire body trembling with emotion. She stepped closer, voice quivering.
“Who is she? What does she look like? Is… is she like me?” she asked, gripping his hand.
“I try to see her clearly, but the dream always fades. Still, deep down, I feel she matters more than anyone else,” he answered, deadpan serious.
He felt her hand tremble in his.
“The one in your dreams… that’s your wife. And I… I am your wife,” Feng Xuansu said, her eyes glittering. Then, unable to contain it any longer, she threw her arms around him.
Wang Haoran wanted to hug her back. But the problem was—Liu Yue’s villa was just a few blocks away. If Qiu Qianwei and her sisters saw this…
“Miss, please have some self-respect,” he said stiffly, gently pushing her away, playing the role of a noble gentleman.
“I couldn’t help myself… I’m sorry,” Feng Xuansu quickly apologized, realizing she lost control.
“It’s fine.” He smiled as though it didn’t bother him. Still, he didn’t want to linger outside and risk being spotted. “I’ve got something to do, so I’ll take my leave.”
“Then I won’t keep you,” she said, taking the hint. But as she turned to go, she suddenly paused.
“If you’re ever in trouble,” she said softly, “no matter how hard it is, come to me. I’ll do everything in my power to help you.”
“Thank you,” Wang Haoran said.
Feng Xuansu threw him one last searing glance before walking away—her steps slow with her head turning back every few paces.
Only once she was out of sight did Wang Haoran hop into his Lamborghini Aventador and drive toward the meeting place Zhen Simin had given him.
Inside a private booth at an upscale tea cafe, a young woman dressed in luxury and refinement sipped her tea with calm elegance.
“Anna, you made this decision without even consulting the family head. Aren’t you afraid of what he’ll say when he finds out?” a middle-aged woman across from her asked with a deeply worried look.
“Madam Zhong, you’ve watched me grow up. You should know me well,” Feng Anna said softly, swirling the tea in her cup. “This is my life. I won’t let anyone else dictate it—not even my father.”
Her voice was calm, but in the depths of her eyes, a sharp light flickered.