After transmigrating through countless worlds, the Beast Tamer Cub plucked all the Heavenly Dao bein

Chapter 208 The Real and Fake Heiresses are Best Friends (4)

As Qingqing stroked his fur, Feng Yuan swallowed his anger, feeling wronged. Honestly, I really want to destroy the world.

Sigh, does she have the power to destroy the world?

Feng Yuan's mind cleared up for a fleeting moment, but it was too short for her to grasp, and she was already lost in her own script again.

Work, work...

While letting Qingqing comb her hair, Feng Yuan turned on her phone and, as expected, found a whole bunch of messages and missed calls.

Ugh, I'm starting to want to destroy the world again.

"Qingqing, I want to eat the barbecue you make."

"Okay, I'll do it in a bit. I have a dinner party tonight, but it's going to be quite late, so I'll go after I finish eating. I won't be able to eat much then anyway."

"Then you should drink less. If you really can't refuse, I'll drink it. As the CEO, isn't it enough that I'm personally drinking with you?"

Feng Yuan frowned slightly. Qingqing had previously secured many clients on her own, and naturally, she had to drink and toast with them. He didn't know exactly how much she had drunk. Qingqing's alcohol tolerance wasn't bad, but sometimes she would still drink until she vomited, probably because she was forced to drink.

"The CEO is shielding his secretary from drinking?"

Qingqing tied Fengyuan's hair up and teased him with a smile.

"It was the older sister who shielded her younger sister from drinking."

Feng Yuan also laughed:

"Let's go, if we don't show up soon, Wang Fu will blow it up."

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After eating the barbecue Qingqing made in the afternoon, Feng Yuan's mood improved slightly, but only slightly. The thought of the pile of work still on his desk made him lose all interest in the world.

Tonight's drinking party was held in a private room. Feng Yuan saw that bastard Zhao Bie again, and sitting next to him was a girl who looked exactly like Qingqing.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is my fiancée, Yang Mo."

Zhao Bie leaned closer again, acting like an old classmate. He seemed to be speaking to Feng Yuan, but his eyes kept glancing at Qingqing beside him.

Feng Yuan, who was already irritable, now really wanted to gouge Zhao Bie's eyes out, but there were too many people around and he couldn't do it.

This reception... calling it a reception isn't quite right, it's more like a warm-up for the engagement banquet. The people sitting here now are all big shots with names and reputations, and I guess the first batch of people at the engagement banquet will be here.

Surely no one would be so foolish as to force her Qingqing to drink alcohol, right?

Feng Yuan idly fiddled with the wine glass in his hand, the bright red liquid swirling inside.

She was eager for this boring party to end quickly, but there were always people who liked to cause trouble.

During this time, Qingqing went to the restroom, and Fengyuan also wanted to get some fresh air, so he followed her out of the private room. Following them out was a teenager, Yang Li, the young master of the Yang family.

Feng Yuan went to the front gate to get some fresh air. She didn't really like alcohol, or more precisely, she didn't like strong alcohol, and she didn't like smelling the unpleasant stench of alcohol on other people.

Of course, Qingqing was an exception. Perhaps because he had a deep impression of Qingqing's previous instances of drinking to the point of vomiting, Feng Yuan's first reaction upon smelling alcohol on Qingqing was worry, followed by heartache.

Besides, Feng Yuan equally despised every drunkard.

She stood in the wind for a while, and her brain, which had been swollen and dizzy from the smell of alcohol, began to clear up. She glanced at her watch again; five minutes had passed.

Why hasn't Qingqing come out yet?

Feng Yuan rushed to the restroom to find Qingqing, hoping nothing bad had happened. In her heart, Qingqing always needed to be protected; she even remembered the times Qingqing had been bullied at school.

Qingqing did encounter some trouble; she was cornered at the toilet door by Yang Li, who had followed her there.

"Hey, stop trying to seduce Brother Zhao Bie. Don't think you can rise to the top just because you look like my sister. You should know your place..."

"What is her identity? Of course, she's the second young lady of the Li family."

Feng Yuan's somber voice came from behind Yang Li. At that moment, only one thought occupied Feng Yuan's mind: her Qingqing had been bullied again, right under her nose!

Even if her uncle could tolerate it, her aunt couldn't! She immediately grabbed Yang Li by the collar, ready to teach him a lesson about why the flowers were so red:

"Didn't your dear brother Zhao Bie tell you that I used to be a school bully?"

A flawless version after careful inspection!

However, just as Feng Yuan was about to make a move, Qing Qing stopped him.

Qingqing shook her head slightly. Back then, they attended a boarding school. When Fengyuan beat up Zhao Bie at school, his injuries had almost healed by the time he got home. Besides, although Fengyuan was the school bully in terms of fighting skills, he always beat people up for Qingqing. Apart from that, he didn't seem to have done anything else, and his grades were always among the best.

Furthermore, Feng Yuan demonstrated exceptional abilities during his internship at his family's company, making Zhao Bie far inferior in comparison. Zhao Bie wasn't an only child; his father had a large number of illegitimate children. Given that his good-for-nothing and irresponsible son had no evidence to support his complaint, and considering the unwavering support of Feng Yuan, the outstanding heir of the Li family, Zhao's father was unlikely to offend the Li family for Zhao Bie's sake.

But Yang Li is different. If Feng Yuan were to beat someone up now, the injuries wouldn't heal quickly. Most importantly, Yang Li is the youngest son of the Yang family, and he's the most favored!

She hadn't done anything wrong, and those few inexplicable words couldn't hurt her at all. So, after quickly weighing the options in her mind, Qingqing felt that it wasn't worth offending the Yang family over such a trivial matter.

"It's alright, I'm sure I won't leave a mark when I hit him. As for the Yang family, someone like Yang Li, even if we back down this time, he'll definitely come looking for trouble again next time."

Feng Yuan didn't think it was a bad deal; the biggest bad deal was that Qingqing suffered.

"You...you shameless bitch..."

Before that bitch could even utter a word, Feng Yuan had already dislocated his jaw, his eyes so cold they could freeze a person to death:

"If you can't speak, then you don't need to speak at all."

Yang Li was probably spoiled at home, and still wasn't afraid, mumbling and babbling incoherently as he made threats.

Feng Yuan wasn't going to tolerate him. He immediately gave Yang Li a full-body "massage," and Qing Qing, who was standing nearby, cooperated perfectly, covering Yang Li's mouth at just the right moment so that he couldn't let out any screams.

Although Qingqing herself had very little value in her own eyes, being a bargaining chip that could be discarded at any time, Feng Yuan's words were practically like a royal decree to her. Since Feng Yuan was determined to beat someone up, she naturally had to cooperate with him.

Either don't beat them up, or if you do beat them up, don't leave any evidence against them!