The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

Feng Yi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. Although she covered herself tightly, she still couldn't hide her sneer.

When Nie Zheng and the others heard Feng Yi's words, they all turned around and looked at her.

"You don't know him at all."

When Tan Yu saw someone was actually speaking ill of his idol, he asked Feng Yi with an unhappy look on his face: "You said that as if you know Liu Feng."

After saying this, Feng Yi suddenly fell silent. She didn't say anything else, but just pulled the mask up again.

After the opening ceremony, Liu Feng left the stage. Tan Yu excitedly held Liu Feng's autobiographical essays that had just been published last year, intending to ask his idol to sign for him. But before he got to the backstage, he was told that Liu Feng was a little tired and was resting in the lounge, and would not receive anyone now.

After a disappointment, Tan Yu put the book away and asked the staff, "Will Teacher Liu Feng come out later?"

The staff pointed to the booth of Liu Feng Studio with an indifferent expression and said in an emotionless tone: "This is the booth of Teacher Liu Feng. If you are interested in his incense, you can go to his booth and take a look. I believe you will meet many like-minded friends there."

Tan Yu knew what the staff meant. Liu Feng would most likely not show up again. He gave up and could only put the book back into his bag.

At this time, Feng Yi, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke: "Liu Feng is gone?"

"I don't know, but I probably won't see him today." There was some regret in Tan Yu's tone.

Nie Zheng then said, "Tan Yu, come and have a look at our booth. Our products haven't been officially launched yet. Come and smell them and give me some suggestions."

"All right……"

Tan Yu shook his head. Although he was unwilling, he still listened to Nie Zheng and stopped waiting foolishly.

When they returned to the booth, Feng Yi was already a little absent-minded. Nie Zheng moved a chair for her, sat down next to her, and started chatting with her casually.

"You seem to have something on your mind."

When Feng Yi heard Nie Zheng's words, her body suddenly trembled. She took off her sunglasses and mask. Her face was soaked with sweat, and she looked like she had just walked through water. At this time, Nie Zheng found that there was no sign of allergy on her face.

There was nothing wrong with her face, but she kept covering herself tightly. This situation made Nie Zheng wonder. Maybe she was hiding from someone? Was Feng Yi afraid that someone familiar would recognize her?

"you--"

Just as Nie Zheng was about to speak, the other party suddenly stood up and said, "I need to go to the bathroom."

Seeing the person walking away, Tan Yu frowned and looked at her back, and said to Nie Zheng: "Why is she so weird?"

Nie Zheng shook her head and looked towards Feng Yi unconsciously. Before she could withdraw her gaze, she suddenly felt a warm sensation on the back of her neck.

When I turned around, it was Chong Jianzhi. He handed me a bottle of heated milk and said, "Drink it."

Nie Zheng twisted the bottle cap and found that Chong Jianzhi had already loosened it. She just turned it lightly and it opened easily.

"Ms. Nie Zheng, President Chong specially asked the venue staff to heat up the milk." Richard assisted at the right time.

Chong Jianzhi has always done good deeds without leaving his name. Hearing Richard say this, he felt a little embarrassed. He coughed twice stiffly and tried to change the subject.

"I don't want to drink." She still felt awkward and her attitude towards Chong Jianzhi was still a little stiff.

"Don't be willful. Didn't you have a stomachache this morning?"

Chong Jianzhi was very observant. Noticing that she looked a little pale in the morning and subconsciously covered her stomach while walking, he knew that she was probably having her period. After that, he stuffed two more hot packs into her hands.

"Wow, President Chongda is really considerate."

Tan Yu, who was enjoying the fun, couldn't help but make a joke.

Before Chong Jianzhi could speak, Nie Zheng pushed Tan Yu and said to him unhappily, "Shut up."

Feng Yi finally came back at this time.

She sat down among the group, looking even more uneasy than before. Tan Yu was calm and took the initiative to talk to her, asking her if she was going to go shopping now. What about the ticket she had finally gotten?

Feng Yi put his hands in his pockets, then took them out again, back and forth several times. He felt as if his soul had been taken away from him.

"Hey, hey, your phone is ringing."

Tan Yu pointed at Feng Yi's pocket, still with that indifferent and playful expression on his face.

Feng Yi picked up the phone tremblingly. Nie Zheng couldn't hear clearly what the person on the other end of the phone said to her. She only saw that her face was getting worse and worse, and her lips were trembling constantly.

She must have encountered something bad. Nie Zheng thought so in her heart, and stepped forward to comfort her: "Are you okay? Do you want to rest for a while? I think you don't look good-"

"It's all his fault, it's all his fault! I have nothing now..."

The despair revealed on Feng Yi's face made Nie Zheng's heart tremble. When despair reached its extreme, a kind of madness appeared in his eyes.

"Feng Yi, you——"

She put her hands in her pockets again, but this time she didn't hesitate any more. After she really made the decision, everything was not that difficult.

Because she was too nervous, when Feng Yi took the dagger out of her pocket, the blade accidentally cut her palm, and blood dripped onto her clothes, looking a little scary red.

The movement was so fast that Nie Zheng only saw a flash of cold light. Before she could see clearly what it was, Feng Yi grabbed her neck and pressed the blade against her throat. She felt a chill and Feng Yi's movements were trembling as the blade swept lightly up and down her throat. If the movement had been heavier, blood would have been drawn.

What happened? The sudden change left everyone present with no time to react.

"Feng Yi! What are you doing?"

Chong Jianzhi yelled at Feng Yi, and he raised the pitch of his voice without realizing it, and perhaps he could not hide the trembling behind his voice.

More and more people noticed this place, and the originally quiet and harmonious exhibition site suddenly became chaotic. Some people came to watch the excitement, while others were afraid of getting hurt, and they kept rushing to the emergency exit. The security personnel heard the noise and rushed over with batons.

As the hostage-taker, Feng Yi seemed to be possessed by a demon. He just kept repeating: "I have no other choice. I really have no other choice..."

"I know your purpose is not to put a knife to my neck, Feng Yi, what exactly do you want to do? Tell us so that we can help you." Nie Zheng said.

The knife was right at the place where it could kill someone. It was the first time that Nie Zheng felt so close to death. The sharp touch of the blade made her back numb. She felt like a piece of fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. As long as the other party made a slight cut, her skin would be torn and blood would flow.

"If you have any request, just ask directly." Chong Jianzhi tried to calm Feng Yi's emotions. "I know you must have some difficulties to do such a thing. You just need a bargaining chip in your hand to let me go over to exchange her. You should know who I am. If you let me be your hostage, they will pay more attention to what you say. Okay?"