Chapter 50: The Glaring Wedding Portrait

Inside the Cloud Crest Villa, a luxurious and tranquil night descended quietly.

Quan Duoduo and He Lingfeng stepped into their residence together, the air thick with an unperceived, subtle tension.

The moment he entered, He Lingfeng violently ripped off his tie. His expression was gloomy, and his tone was extremely impatient. "Dammit, how can we run into that woman no matter where we go!" Disgust and irritation were clearly written all over his eyes.

Duoduo smiled lightly, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea as she walked up to him. "Don't let that woman get to you. She was only there to visit Yun Qiuya. What happened last time should have left quite a trauma on her. She surely wouldn't forget the pain so easily just because the wound has healed." Her tone carried a hint of contempt and confidence.

As she spoke, a mental image of Wen Wan'er's excruciating agony seemed to flash through Duoduo's mind. A cold sneer curled the corner of her lips, and she said dismissively, "Back then, she certainly suffered terribly."

He Lingfeng was not infected by her relaxed attitude. Instead, he shot her a sideways glance. "Don't be careless. Although that matter has calmed down for now, it remains a hidden danger. After all, those three brothers are still alive. Even though they aren't in Cloud City, they are still dormant time bombs."

Hearing this, Quan Duoduo put down the teacup, leaped up from the sofa, and lightly straddled He Lingfeng's lap. She hooked her arms around his neck, pressed her red lips against his ear, and said in a seductive voice, "Relax, we've already given those three a huge sum of money, enough for them to survive. Besides, they wouldn't dare to come back. Don't they know your methods? Coming back means certain death."

Her giggles seemed to extinguish more than half of He Lingfeng's irritable mood.

His body began to respond, and his hands gripped Quan Duoduo's snake-like slender waist. Just as he leaned in to kiss her, his gaze inadvertently caught the wedding photo displayed on the television cabinet directly opposite them.

That photo acted like a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing the flame he had just ignited.

He deflated instantly, like a punctured ball.

"Bad luck!" He Lingfeng muttered under his breath, forcefully shoving Quan Duoduo off his lap and turning to walk upstairs.

Leaving Quan Duoduo sitting alone on the sofa, her eyes filled with disappointment and jealousy.

Duoduo pouted, her gaze also lingering on that photograph.

In the picture, Yun Qiuya was smiling brilliantly, holding a bouquet of white roses and leaning gently into He Lingfeng's embrace, revealing her swan-like neck and collarbone.

Beside her, He Lingfeng was holding a white horse by the reins while wrapping one arm around Yun Qiuya's slender waist. The two of them looked happy and sweet.

The jealousy in Quan Duoduo's heart surged like a tidal wave. She stood up angrily, strode over, and slammed the photo face down.

The glass of the frame seemed to crack, emitting a crisp, sharp sound.

At that moment, the atmosphere inside the villa grew even more complex and subtle.

Quan Duoduo stood before the photo, a complex array of emotions flashing in her eyes.

She knew her relationship with He Lingfeng was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. The existence of Yun Qiuya always lingered like a shadow over her heart.

Meanwhile, after He Lingfeng went upstairs, the sound of rushing water began to drift from the bathroom.

Quan Duoduo walked over to the window, dialed a number, gave a few instructions, and then went upstairs as well.

He Lingfeng had just emerged wrapped in a bath towel, droplets of water from his hair dripping onto the floor.

Quan Duoduo familiarly pulled a red lace slip dress from the wardrobe and made to slip into the bathroom.

"Go back tonight. Don't stay here for now, I'm a bit tired." He Lingfeng issued the eviction notice in an icy voice.

Holding the pajamas, Quan Duoduo looked stunned, freezing in place. "I won't bother you, I'll just keep you company quietly, I won't do anything," she pleaded with her eyes.

"Just go back. I want to be alone." Too lazy to say anything more, He Lingfeng picked up the hair dryer.

*Buzz-buzz-buzz.*

Quan Duoduo wanted to say more, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of the hair dryer. Stamping her foot in fury, she dropped the dress and stormed out.