In the same city.

In Jiang Feng’s house.

Jiang Feng, who was packing his clothes, quietly walked over to Ming Yue. He stared for a while at the messages Liu Qinxin had sent on Ming Yue’s laptop, then let out an “Oh.”

“I have to say, this woman really has a sharp mind and clear thinking! She figured it out so quickly? She knows she needs to investigate now?”

“Of course,” Ming Yue replied calmly. When it came to revenge, she basically let her guard down around this man.

As for Jiang Feng’s comment that Liu Qinxin is smart and clear-headed, Ming Yue completely agreed—otherwise her father wouldn’t have doted on this Liu San for so many years.

After all, although that face is undeniably charming and even more irresistible to her rotten father, it still couldn’t be that powerful.

After all, she knows better than anyone just what kind of person her father really is.

Jiang Feng nodded, sat down beside Ming Yue, and casually placed his hand on her shoulder. “You’re definitely going to do something, right? You want her to keep digging, don’t you? Do you need my help? I’ve been pretty free lately, and I’m actually looking forward to showing off a bit.”

“Why would I do anything?” Ming Yue turned her head to look at the man beside her, a faint smile playing on her lips—a half-smile, like a blooming blue妖姬.

Jiang Feng was momentarily taken aback, but quickly recovered and reached out to lightly scratch her nose. “You’re not going to do anything? Then we’ll stick to the plan and fly back tonight?”

By “fly back,” he meant flying to Country N—the place where Ming Yue’s maternal grandfather, uncle, younger brother, and mother are currently living.

He’d chosen that city, that place, back then.

Back then, he didn’t have many other thoughts; he only had his own goals.

Now…

Jiang Feng’s finger paused on Ming Yue’s nose, ripples of emotion stirring in his heart. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming urge to hide someone away somewhere again.

From now on, never return to this lousy place.

As for the people in this lousy place, let them live if they want to live, and let them die if they want to die—just as long as they don’t come and disturb his life.

Ming Yue gently pulled Jiang Feng’s hand off her nose and gave a slight nod. “The plan stays the same: fly back tonight and spend a few days there.”

“Good.”

Jiang Feng replied softly.

He wasn’t worried about things here at all, because he knew deep down: she was more than capable of handling everything.

“You don’t have to go—I’ll go by myself.” Just as Jiang Feng was daydreaming about the days ahead, Ming Yue blurted out these words.

Jiang Feng immediately protested, clearly unhappy. “What did you say? Why shouldn’t I go?”

“Because there’s no need.”

“Who said there’s no need? I think it’s very necessary.” He thought for a moment, then added, “Not to mention I haven’t been back in ages—Grandpa and Yaoyao miss me terribly. But along the way, won’t you need someone to carry your bags?”

This…

It doesn’t sound like Boss Jiang at all.

Ming Yue stood there in stunned silence for a while before finally accepting the reality. Not wanting to argue with him, she curled her lips into a small smile and said, “You’re so full of reasons—whatever you say.”

With that, she stopped chatting idly with Jiang Feng and turned her attention back to the laptop in front of her.

On the screen, Sister Zhao had just replied to Liu Qinxin: [You’re being too modest. Since I eat at the Ming family’s table, it’s only natural that I should work for the Ming family. There are some questions you asked that I can’t fully answer—I only know that today, when Miss was resting at home, your… your family came by. Before your family even left, Miss…]

End of Chapter 114: Counterattack 40