Chapter 129: The Two Beautiful Women’s Challenge
Wu Li stared at Wang Feiyan standing before him, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
No matter how much he had tried to guard against it, he had failed to anticipate this woman’s cunning. She had somehow obtained his drug trafficking flowchart and transaction contacts—how he rued the day! Had he known this would happen, he would never have believed her slanders or succumbed to her charms; he had fallen completely into her trap.
Wang Feiyan, growing irritated at Wu Li’s silence, snapped, “Wu Li, say something! The situation is already what it is. We are bound together like grasshoppers on a single stalk—neither of us can escape.”
Her words hit the truth, and Wu Li had no retort. The cigarette between his fingers had burned halfway down. He took a deep drag and said, “Wang Feiyan, don’t think you’ve got me cornered. You’re nothing but a harlot—don’t imagine you can intimidate me.”
Wu Li’s words made Wang Feiyan’s face turn a shifting palette of blue, red, and white.
He took another harsh pull from the cigarette, then flung it to the ground and rose to leave.
Such a fierce reaction was unexpected by Wang Feiyan. Seeing Wu Li’s ruthless demeanor, anxiety gripped her—what if he truly abandoned her?
No, this could not be allowed. She must stop it at all costs. Gathering her composure, she called out in a coaxing tone as he neared the door, “Wu Li, don’t say such things! I was only joking earlier. Please don’t be angry, okay?”
Her words succeeded in halting him. When Wu Li paused, Wang Feiyan hurried forward, speaking as she walked, “Wu Li, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for speaking carelessly just now. Please don’t be mad, alright?”
Seeing Wu Li remain unmoved, her irritation flared. How dare he still put on airs when she was humbling herself so low—how detestable!
Yet, to avoid taking the fall alone in the future, she could only continue her supplications in a softer voice: “Alright, Wu Li, handsome Wu Li, please don’t be like this. I promise I won’t say foolish things again, please!”
Wu Li, initially disdainful, finally surrendered under her relentless pleading, coaxing her, “Fine, I’ll agree to whatever you want.”
After all, even heroes falter before a beauty’s wiles.
With Wu Li’s soft embrace, Wang Feiyan’s heart was merciless. Her head rested against his chest, yet her eyes burned with malice. Inwardly, she vowed venomously, “Wu Li, I will make you regret this. I remember every insult you hurled. I will repay you a hundredfold. Hmph!”
As the saying goes, evil breeds courage. Though Wang Feiyan was but a young woman, hatred blinded her eyes. She was willing to pay any price to exact revenge on Mu Qingxi. Had she ever stopped to consider that she was merely stirring trouble out of thin air?
Meanwhile, Old Hou hurried away upon receiving a call from Director Song.
On the streets, Bai Fanhao continued to race forward, urgency driving his every step.
At the hospital, Mu Qingyang bit his lip, anxiously hoping they would rescue Mu Qingxi.
In an abandoned factory room, Xi Haifei paced, searching for a way out.
In another room, Mu Qingxi frowned, softly moaning in pain. Her body slowly curled into a ball, as if from cold—or perhaps seeking the one place where she felt safe. She murmured incessantly, evoking deep pity.
[The story of Zuo Yu will be told, along with that of the incidental character Lu. They are all my protagonists. I hope everyone will support them. Please, I beg you… b-]