Mi Yao was tense all over like a hedgehog, feeling that this man was doing it on purpose. He knew that she feared his haphazard talk, so he gripped onto this weakness of hers, playing with her like a cat with a mouse, leisurely watching her panic.
He was truly terrifying.
Under the table, Mi Yao kicked him as a warning.
The man's reaction was astonishingly quick; he swiftly trapped her fine leg between his own.
Mi Yao tried to pull back, but couldn't.
This man...
So daring!
He wasn't afraid of being seen by others!
Through the thin fabric, Mi Yao could feel the firm and strong muscles on his thigh, and their ambiguous entanglement made her ears burn with heat.
"A woman of a casual encounter isn't worth mentioning," she offered herself up willingly, which seemed to please Feng Yueming, and he let up.
The crisis was averted, Mi Yao relaxed her whole body, not wanting to stay even a second longer in this oppressive atmosphere.
"Auntie, I'm done eating, you enjoy your meal, I'm going to the restroom."
Mi Yao yanked her leg back with force and then stood up to go to the restroom.
...
In the restroom, Mi Yao splashed cold water on her face, looking at her reflection in the mirror, panicked and ashamed. She didn't understand how she had gotten involved with someone like Feng Yueming.
It was like he was haunting her.
He turned out to be Feng Zhengyu's brother, and once she married into the Feng Family, contact with him would be inevitable. The thought of that gave her a headache.
Exiting the restroom, Mi Yao stepped out, only to see Feng Yueming in the corridor.
He was leaning against the wall ahead, his tall and straight back casually resting, hands in his pockets, appearing completely like a dissolute playboy.
Mi Yao really couldn't associate such a licentious man with the Golden Hook Iron Blood Commander Feng.
She didn't want to deal with him, so she walked straight on.
As they passed by one another, Feng Yueming suddenly blocked her path.
"Pretending not to know me?"
Finding no escape, Mi Yao had no choice but to look up and ask, "What do you want?"
She glanced nervously around, making sure no one was passing by.
Feng Yueming's eyes playfully lifted, the allure of his fine features amplified under the glow of the corridor's antique palace lamps, "Why so nervous? Did we have a secret affair?"
Mi Yao wished she could pounce on him and scratch that wickedly handsome face, "Just say what you want to say."
"Come to my room tonight." Feng Yueming bent closer to whisper in her ear.
His husky magnetic voice poured into Mi Yao's eardrums, making her shudder. Instinctively, she stepped back, eyeing him warily, "I won't go!"
Feng Yueming stood up straight, "Not coming for real?"
"Really!" Mi Yao glared at him.
His invitation to his room tonight—that was hardly going to be just for tea.
Feng Yueming's lips curved up into a sneer and he turned to walk away.
"Wait!" Mi Yao quickly reached forward and grabbed his sleeve, "Feng Yueming, what are you trying to do?"
"Nothing. I just want to go tell Miao Erlan what I did last night... and that it was with you." Feng Yueming said with a smile, word by word.
Mi Yao was so angry she felt like spitting blood but she couldn't make a scene, "Feng Yueming, have you had enough? Why won't you let go of me?"
"Come to my room tonight, I'll wait for you." Feng Yueming wasn't patient to listen to her, pulling back his sleeve, he walked away.
...
Mi Yao returned to the living room where Miao Erlan said, "Yaoyao, stay here tonight. Makeup begins tomorrow evening, so you better rest well."
Mi Yao just wanted to go home, but remembering Feng Yueming's threat, she could only nod "Okay."
After chatting with Miao Erlan for a while, she went upstairs, and when no one was paying attention, she knocked on Feng Yueming's door.