2497: Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (15)

Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (15)

A black Rolls-Royce was parked on the road that she had to walk on during her journey home.1

When Qiao Ruoxi passed by the car, she felt that it looked familiar. Before she could recall where she had seen it before, a gentlemanly bodyguard opened the car door and invited her in.

"Miss Qiao, please get in."

"I… Hey, you guys…"

The other party saw that Qiao Ruoxi was hesitating and reluctant to get into the car. Without giving her any time to react, he forced her to get into the car.

Qiao Ruoxi fell into the back seat of the luxury car. She was so angry that she wanted to curse.

'These people are dressed like gentlemen, but why are they acting like gangsters and bandits?'

'Do you know what it means to have tender, protective feelings for the fairer sex?'

The car was already moving. Qiao Ruoxi's body was swaying left and right. Her posture was quite awkward. She was lying there, unable to see anything clearly.

She struggled and finally found a strap. She pulled the strap and got up.

Just as she was about to catch her breath, her heart skipped a beat when she met a pair of dark and dangerous eyes.

'Feng Yunan?'

'Why is Feng Yunan in the car?'

Then she looked at her left hand. 'What am I pulling?'

It was not a seat belt, but the man's limited edition, custom-made tie.

Qiao Ruoxi's scalp went numb. She swallowed her saliva secretly and immediately squeezed out a smile that was uglier than her crying face.

"Mr. Feng? Your tie is a little wrinkled."

Qiao Ruoxi quickly smoothed the man's tie and scolded herself in her heart. 'Why did I become such a coward when I met his murderous gaze?'

'Even my domineering aura has diminished greatly.'

"Get your dirty hands off me!"

The man said coldly. His cold aura was too overbearing.

Qiao Ruoxi felt as if the entire car had turned into an ice cellar. A chill surged straight up in her heart.

Qiao Ruoxi felt a sharp pain in her heart as he looked at her with disgust. She withdrew her hand at lightning speed and moved back a little.

"Qiao Ruoxi, I didn't expect you to secretly take photos of us and send them to my grandfather. You're really good at forcing a marriage."

Feng Yunan couldn't help but recall what had happened a few days ago.

His grandfather threw a bunch of photos at him. "Yunan, I know about you and Qiao Ruoxi. What happened?"

Feng Yunan was shocked and explained, "Grandpa, I was just drunk. Something that shouldn't have happened, happened."

Unexpectedly, his grandfather said, "Since you've already done the deed, you shall marry her. I've seen that girl before. She's a good child."

'Grandpa has already met Qiao Ruoxi?'

Feng Yunan naturally thought that Qiao Ruoxi must have taken the initiative to look for his grandfather and showed him the photos. That was why his grandfather was forcing him to marry her.

The man's hateful eyes shot at her like a sharp sword, instantly cutting her into pieces.

The fact that she had drugged him that night at Yin Zun and climbed into his bed showed that this woman was very scheming.

At that time, she was playing hard to get. Later on, she schemed to sneak into Di Ruiling Jewelry and even gave the photos to his grandfather.

'Aren't all of these actions deliberate and premeditated?'

'It's no wonder that she was not interested in a mere five million yuan. It turned out that she wants to marry into the Feng family. She's really too greedy.'

The sarcasm in the man's eyes intensified. Qiao Ruoxi felt as if her heart was being pricked by needles. She tried to explain, "President Feng, I never thought of doing that. I didn't send those photos."

"Who else could it be?"

She really didn't know who the culprit was.

Feng Yunan suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.

He stared at her fiercely and said, "I've really underestimated you. It turns out that you didn't want the check because you want to marry into the Feng family for greater benefits. Hah."

Qiao Ruoxi smiled bitterly and shook her head. "I don't want anything at all."

"Really?"

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