57 My Son’s Surname Is Nangong

Qiao Feng took a step back. “He Rong, you’re inferior to her in every way.” If not for the He family, he really wanted to kill this detestable woman.

“You…” A hint of pain flashed in He Rong’s eyes.

“He Rong, I didn’t like you when I was young. Do you think I’ll like you now?” Qiao Feng’s eyes flashed with a fierce light. “You’re already so old. Don’t look for trouble. The He family has already worn away the little favor they once helped me with.”

He Rong smiled. “Ah Feng, I’ve pursued you for thirty years. Aren’t you touched at all?”

Qiao Feng was silent. He really wasn’t touched. He’d never loved her and had never given her any hints that could cause any misunderstanding, but…

“Qiao Feng, what’s wrong with sleeping with me once?” He Rong approached step by step. “If you sleep with me once, I won’t pester you anymore.”

“Crazy.” Qiao Feng walked straight out.

He Rong suddenly pounced on him from behind and hugged him.

Qiao Feng instinctively pushed her away.

He Rong lost her balance and was pushed to the ground.

“He Rong, my tolerance for you has reached its limit. I warn you, if you dare to harass my wife and my family, the Qiao family doesn’t mind going against your He family. I just don’t know if Old Master He will give up the family business because of a slutty daughter like you.” Qiao Feng really left after saying that.

He Rong sat on the ground, feeling pain all over her body. However, there was no one else around, so she could only stand up and smash the private room. She was the eldest daughter of the He family. She had everything she wanted since she was young. Why couldn’t she get this stinky man?

If he hadn’t disliked her back then, why would she throw the handle after the blade?

“Qiao Feng, if I don’t sleep with you, I won’t rest in peace.” He Rong’s expression was ferocious. “Just you wait.”

Qiao Feng, who had just left the hotel, sneezed violently.

“President Qiao, did you catch a cold?” Secretary Zhou Zhao hurriedly took a step forward. “Should we…”

“It’s fine.” Qiao Feng got into the car. “End all cooperation with the Tian family.” He did not expect Tian Ming to be involved with He Rong. Fortunately, he had discovered it early.

Zhou Zhao was stunned for a moment before nodding. He silently lit a candle for the Tian family in his heart. When he saw Madam He enter just now, he knew that the Tian family was finished.

At this moment, He Rong received a call. After hearing it, she couldn’t care less about cursing Qiao Feng anymore. She hurriedly walked out and drove straight to the Nangong family.

“What are you doing here?” Wen Jia looked at He Rong with disgust and alarm.

“Tsk tsk.” He Rong pursed her lips. “Of course, I’m here to look for my son’s father. Do you think I’m looking for you?”

“You…” Wen Jia told herself not to be angry, but every time she saw He Rong, her heart still ached. “Get out. You’re not welcome here.”

“You think I’m not welcome just because you say so?” He Rong rolled her eyes and sat down on the sofa. “My son is your man’s son. His surname is Nangong.”

“You… shameless…” Wen Jia had never scolded anyone since she was young. The most vicious thing she could think of was probably the word “shameless”.

The Wen family belonged to a scholarly family of officials. Their ancestors had reached the highest position of Grand Secretary. They had produced many ministers, and Wen Jia’s grandfather was a scholar from the late Qing dynasty. Her grandmother was the daughter of the Hanlin family.

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