Chen Fenglei bid farewell to Tang Fei and returned to report to Zhong Daolong. Stooping slightly with nimble hands and feet, he poured wine into the cups for Zhong Daolong and Yan Wenli, smiling as he said, "King, Tang Fei has already been sent off."
"Uh-huh," Zhong Daolong nodded in response.
Such trifles did not concern him.
"It’s quite a coincidence. Just as I was sending Tang Fei downstairs, I happened to run into Miss Sheng..." Chen Fenglei continued with a chuckle, "Originally, I planned to arrange a drive for Tang Fei to return, but Miss Sheng hijacked the ride. She volunteered to take Tang Fei back, saving our guard squad from the trouble."
Chen Fenglei didn’t intend to betray Tang Fei, but this incident occurred in front of many of the guard squad members.
As the Chief Steward, if he didn’t report it himself and other informants secretly did, the King would start to doubt his loyalty and his relationship with Tang Fei.
That would truly be harming both himself and Tang Fei.
Within the depths of the palace, it’s hard to differentiate friend from foe.
"Sheng Xinhua?" Yan Wenli looked towards Zhong Daolong with a smile and said, "It seems many are keen to have this young man as a son-in-law."
"Don’t rush to spread rumors with Yan, I know you two don’t get along," Zhong Daolong said, his mind clear as he smiled, "What a coincidence, isn’t it? Tang Fei just left my side, and Sheng Xinhua hurried over? Someone must have been watching us here, then she promptly appeared and snatched him away."
"The King is wise," Yan Wenli said with a laugh, habitually speaking ill of Sheng Jing, since that old man always clashed with him.
As for whether the King would believe it...
He wasn’t a fool, how could he possibly believe that?
"My daughter, always likes to support outsiders, it doesn’t worry her troubled old father," Zhong Daolong commented as he sipped his drink and spoke with deep emotion.
"What? Are you worried the Princess will persuade Tang Fei not to take this task?"
"I have two sons and one daughter, the most cunning of them is this beloved daughter. Her brothers combined can’t match her..." Zhong Daolong looked towards Yan Wenli and said, "I can hide my thoughts from others, but not from her."
"No one knows a daughter like her father. I dare not claim much, but when it comes to understanding my daughter, I do have some authority. She insisted that Sheng Xinhua wait at the door, surely to persuade Tang Fei to refuse us and escape this quagmire."
"The Princess is wise, as I’ve often heard," Yan Wenli said mockingly with an air of schadenfreude, "It’s unexpected that even the King must suffer this sweet affliction."
Zhong Daolong could only sigh helplessly and said, "Your own darling ’little jacket,’ you can’t hit, can’t scold, what can you do?"
Yan Wenli had no better idea and looked at Zhong Daolong, asking, "Will Tang Fei back off then? If he truly listens to the Princess’ advice... that would be troublesome."
"Oh? You have such confidence in Tang Fei?"
"It’s not that I have confidence in him, but in us," Zhong Daolong said, head bowed, playing with his wine cup, "Because we hold what he desires."
Sheng Xinhua chose not to use the automatic driving mode but directly opted for manual driving.
She enjoyed the chaotic handling and the thrilling rush of adrenaline that came with it.
With technology’s explosive advancement and AI’s twenty-first iterative upgrade, driving had become more stable and safer.
Shouldn’t that be a wonderfully enjoyable sensation?
To quote Sheng Xinhua, autonomous driving was like a dead fish lying in bed, with a muscular man wantonly exploiting the body...
And yet feeling no pleasure or initiative whatsoever.
It was an unhealthy analogy but quite vivid.
Sheng Xinhua drove fast.
Her "speed" had always been fast...
In a sexy red dress, with black leather boots rising above her ankles.
The seatbelt roughly strapped across her chest simultaneously tightened her dress and accentuated her imposing bust.
Eyes fixed forward, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel.
Her arms were slender and pale, her skin extremely white, constantly radiating a silvery glow, that sophisticated pale white type.
As her hands moved, the sleek sports car swerved through traffic like a big red fish.
Her feet lightly tapping, fast and slow, as if dancing to a beat like a sprite.
One had to admit, at this moment, Sheng Xinhua was both cool and fierce.
Inevitably, her fiery red lipstick was too captivating.
Countless ’cool’ and countless ’fierce’ could not suppress the inherent seductiveness of her body, a natural stunner, probably what they meant by ’Mr. Sheng’s kind’.
Unlike usual, Tang Fei didn’t recline his seat but sat upright like Sheng Xinhua, feeling the intense pushback of the sports car and the massive sound waves.
He too liked this feeling, reminding him of Old Land, Hate Mountain, the predators...
He was a monstrous product germinated from evil, a beast nurtured between life and death.
Seeing Tang Fei’s gaze flickering dimly towards her chest and thighs, Sheng Xinhua’s mouth curved into a seductive smile and she asked, "Sexy or not?"
"Sexy," Tang Fei nodded.