Chapter 1370 - 1367: Yet Unable to Win Her Heart

Chapter 1370: Chapter 1367: Yet Unable to Win Her Heart

She didn’t forget to add, "Over the years, although he got her body, he couldn’t capture her heart."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, finally. This played right into Zhou Yanhong’s hands.

"Then why... why are they together now? How could she forgive him?" Han Feifei couldn’t help asking. Lifting her head, she just happened to see Paty continuing in the distance, couples embracing and dancing together. Such an intoxicating scene. Every now and then she could see Qiao Junlie and that woman, embracing each other and whispering intimately. Seeing them made Han Feifei stomp her foot.

"..." The other side didn’t respond.

"Hello... hello... why aren’t you speaking?" Han Feifei said angrily, wanting to throw her phone at the couple. Then, as if she could hear the other person’s breathing, seemingly holding back something inconvenient to say, she angrily continued, "Could there be some unspeakable secret?"

"Miss Han, don’t you think you and Zi Ruoxi look somewhat alike?" Zhou Yanhong asked with a faint smile.

"..." This time it was the other person’s turn to be speechless. At first glance, there really was some resemblance, why, could I be just a substitute?!

"You don’t need to be upset, some things are meant to be yours and some aren’t, you can’t force them." Zhou Yanhong comforted softly.

"What do you mean?" Han Feifei said, annoyed. She really couldn’t understand the true intentions of the other person. First saying she would help her, then speaking such ambiguous words.

Zhou Yanhong smiled slightly.

"Let me be honest... alright. I’m going to tell you a bigger truth now, want to know why she forgave him? Listen carefully, I’ll only say it once, don’t interrupt, just listen." Zhou Yanhong slowly spoke, the devil in her heart entwining. She remained composed, her tone calm, eerily narrating the key details within. She spilled Qiao Junlie’s conspiracy, his plans to capture beauties, and even the dark battle she discovered about the underground race and the true reason behind Qiao Muyun’s injury, almost saying it all in one breath.

...

"You understand everything now, right? This is all I know. Let knowledge be knowledge." Finished, not waiting for the other side to question, she hung up the phone with a "pop!"

"Bomb!" This was an invisible "bomb," but it had the most destructive power, just like that, she threw it out forcefully.

Zhou Yanhong looked at the romantic crowd still surging outside the car window, her eyes somewhat blank, her face showing an unpredictable, ghostly hue!

Suddenly, the phone rang, it was the same phone she just used to call out, Zhou Yanhong looked at the number, who else, it was naturally Han Feifei. Zhou Yanhong sneered, her watery almond eyes still smiling, but not as truthfully, faintly revealing a trace of falseness.

Letting the phone music ring, she didn’t answer, suddenly a cloud appeared on her exquisite face. She hung up, then flipped the phone over, took out the battery, saw the SIM card, pinching it lightly between her two fingers, she took it out, then sneeringly, ripped it apart with her two hands.

Then casually, she threw the broken card and phone together into a garbage bin outside. No one knew whose it was, it was originally a premeditated tool, a phone no one else had used. Only used as a disposable tool to throw a "bomb," since things had reached this point, what was the use of keeping it?

As if she had never made that call, everything vanished without a trace. Later, Zhou Yanhong sat in the car for a while, forcing a smile with her lips, looking somewhat reluctant, somewhat pale, and somewhat sinister. Until she gradually returned to calm and nature, suddenly started the engine, and drove her black Bentley Azure away in a long stride.

...

The phone wouldn’t connect anymore, but that wasn’t a problem. Han Feifei put away her phone, and a shadowy malicious smile appeared on her stagnant and enchanting face. Completely destroying the little bit of delicate image she had maintained.

Han Feifei looked at the distant and still bustling Paty scene, her expression cold, seemingly having made some decision, the earlier intent to create a scene was gone, suddenly turned, lifted her handbag, ready to leave in the direction she came from.

Maybe there was still some reluctance in her heart, as Han Feifei walked, she occasionally looked back at the scene that made her angry, yes, she would definitely win back Qiao Junlie, that vixen, if she knew all this... haha, how would she think? Would she be sad? Moved? Or despairing? Hahaha, hahaha... all this was just too fun.

Han Feifei, thinking while laughing, couldn’t help but imagine Zi Ruoxi’s embarrassed expression. How delightful would that be for her?

Her mind not too focused, so while walking and thinking, she accidentally bumped into a flesh wall with a dull thud. Immediately, her forehead hurt painfully from the impact.

"Are you walking without looking? How can you bump into people?" Without even looking, Han Feifei cursed loudly. One hand still covering her forehead, rubbing it for a while.

The other party looked at her for a while, but since she covered her forehead with her arm blocking her face, he couldn’t see very clearly.

"Sorry, miss... I didn’t notice bumping into you. Are you okay?" Qiao Muyun replied politely. Honestly, did he bump into her? It was clearly this woman walking without looking, yet blaming him, but his inherently gentle nature made him patiently maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.

"What miss! Who’s a miss, humph!" Han Feifei said angrily. She let go of her arm and lifted her face. Seeing the other person, she hesitated for a moment, then quickly curled her lips, "Just my bad luck!" Saying so, she snorted coldly, raised her head proudly, and elegantly brushed past him with a graceful stride.

While brushing past, she didn’t forget to sweetly remind, "Hey handsome, if you want to hit on someone next time, this outdated method is OUT. Humph!" Finished speaking, arrogantly cocking her hips, face full of mockery, she no longer cared about the listener’s thoughts, and stomp stomp stomp~, only the crisp sound of high heels could be heard. Shortly, she disappeared.

After Han Feifei left, Qiao Muyun was indifferent, smiling.

The meaning of her words just now... was she implying he bumped into her on purpose and then used the chance to chat her up? Didn’t this woman overestimate herself too much!

Qiao Muyun turned his head, looking at her leaving silhouette, a touch of coldness passed over his slender face.

This woman’s behavior is very strange? Her face seemed to have someone’s shadow, strange, really strange!