Chapter 38: Infidelity—Is Simply Admitting Your Mistake Enough?

As if she had already anticipated Lin Feng’s attitude, Fang Ziyue showed no sign of anger. Instead, her smile bloomed brightly. “Don’t be so cold. I saw the news about you hitting someone. Xu Jie totally deserved it…”

Well, now this was something—was the sun rising in the west today? Even at a time like this, Fang Ziyue was actually speaking up for him?

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

He knew perfectly well she was up to no good, and he couldn’t be bothered to waste words on her.

Not waiting for Fang Ziyue to finish, Lin Feng turned and headed straight for the underground parking garage.

Fang Ziyue hadn’t expected Lin Feng to cut her off like that, not even letting her finish her sentence. For the first time, she was treated with such cold indifference, and her heart gave a sharp pang.

Gritting her teeth, she strode after Lin Feng. “Lin Feng, don’t go yet! I came here to explain—what happened before was all a misunderstanding. Look, I even brought Xiao Jie to apologize to you!”

As she spoke, she signaled to Fang Minghao.

Catching on quickly, Fang Minghao hurried forward, hastening his pace until he stood in front of Lin Feng, offering a fawning smile. “Brother-in-law, last time was my fault. You were right to hit me—I deserved it. I’m here to apologize!”

With that, Fang Minghao bent at the waist and bowed deeply to Lin Feng.

Seeing this spectacle, Lin Feng’s gaze flickered. What were these two up to now?

Seeing him pause, Fang Ziyue seized the opportunity. “Lin Feng, I’ve been wanting to explain things to you. I added you as a friend—you didn’t accept, and I had no other way to reach you…”

As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red, her voice trembling pitiably.

Back then, Lin Feng had been hopelessly captivated by this very look of hers, softening time and again. When they were dating, no matter how fiercely they quarreled, he’d always be the first to back down without hesitation.

But now, seeing Fang Ziyue put on that sorrowful, endearing face, all he felt was revulsion.

Playing the victim?

Spare him!

Lin Feng couldn’t be bothered to engage—he sidestepped Fang Minghao and continued straight toward the garage.

Who would have thought—even as she was squeezing out tears, Lin Feng remained unmoved?

He hadn’t been like this before. Whenever she so much as cried, he’d have wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for her.

Watching as Lin Feng turned the corner into the garage, Fang Ziyue grew frantic.

“Lin Feng, stop right there!”

Her words were like air, passing right through him—Lin Feng didn’t so much as acknowledge her.

Biting her lip, Fang Ziyue could no longer care about Fang Minghao. Stomping her foot, she broke into a run after Lin Feng.

“Lin Feng!”

Finally catching up with him, she barely had time to catch her breath before launching into a tearful accusation. “How could you treat me like this? I know I shouldn’t have been so harsh with you before. I realize my mistake now!”

A mistake?

Lin Feng nearly burst out laughing at that.

Cheating on him—did realizing her “mistake” make everything right? What did she take him for, some kind of fool?

He watched as Fang Ziyue’s chest heaved with each breath, her reddened eyes shimmering with unshed tears, the very picture of aggrieved innocence.

Disgust rose in Lin Feng’s throat so strong he almost gagged.

How had he never realized before just how repulsive Fang Ziyue could be?

Seeing him stop, Fang Ziyue thought her chance had come. Wiping away her tears, she lunged forward and grabbed his arm, pressing herself against him.

Fang Minghao, having just jogged over, saw this scene and nearly twitched. Since when did his sister have such a tender side?

Her voice shook with sobs. “Lin Feng, forgive me, please! Let’s be like we used to be. I don’t care if you’re just a security guard now—I’ll stand by you. We can start over from nothing and rise again together!”

Ugh!

Goosebumps prickled all over Lin Feng’s skin.

So that was her purpose in finding him today.

He was a security guard now, making a meager salary, and she still wanted to hook him—did she think he’d go back to giving her his entire paycheck like before?

Lin Feng tried to pull his arm free, but Fang Ziyue clung to him like chewing gum—utterly impossible to shake off.

His patience was spent.

Without the slightest gentleness, Lin Feng wrenched his arm away.

Fang Ziyue hadn’t expected him to use such force. Taken by surprise, she lost her balance and fell hard to the ground.

Separated from the asphalt by only the thin fabric of her floral dress, the pain shot through her. She cried out, “Ah!”

Seeing his sister thrown to the ground, Fang Minghao’s face flushed with fury. He rushed over to help her up, shouting at Lin Feng, “How could you, as a man, push a woman? She’s your girlfriend!”

“Utter nonsense!” Lin Feng couldn’t hold back any longer, cursing angrily. “We broke up ages ago—don’t you dare disgust me any further!”

Fang Minghao’s eyes reddened with rage, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge at Lin Feng.

But just then, in the garage, a conspicuous top-tier sports car cruised by.

Fang Minghao’s eyes went wide, all thoughts of fighting forgotten. Grabbing Fang Ziyue, he pointed at the car. “Sis, look! That’s the one!”

Fang Ziyue, forgetting the pain in her backside, scrambled to her feet and turned to look.

She watched as the legendary Rolls-Royce slowed to a crawl in front of them.

The passenger window rolled down. Behind the wheel, Liu Tianhan craned her head out in surprise at the scene.

“What’s going on here?”

Lin Feng had no interest in explaining. Wasting words on these two was an insult to himself. He didn’t spare Fang Ziyue a single glance, striding over to the car and pulling open the door to get in.

So it really was as Minghao said—a professional female driver and a top-tier luxury car…

Fang Ziyue stared in utter disbelief, unable even to call out before the car started up and, in a flash, vanished from sight.

“See, Sis? I told you I wasn’t mistaken—that’s his exclusive car!” Fang Minghao shouted, his face alight with excitement.

Just as Lin Feng had opened the door, the car’s exquisite fragrance and the noble luxury wafted out. With one glance, he’d spotted that legendary starlit ceiling.

He could hardly imagine—if only he could ride in that car, take it for a spin, what kind of status he’d have!

Dreaming of those envious, fawning faces, Fang Minghao was beside himself with excitement.

He shook Fang Ziyue’s arm eagerly. “Sis, you have to get back together with him! I want to ride in that car!”

His words snapped Fang Ziyue back to her senses. She bit her lip unconsciously.

He wanted to ride in that car?

She wanted to even more!

She could hardly imagine—if she were to sit in the passenger seat of that Rolls-Royce and take a beautiful selfie, how happy she’d be.

Clenching her fists, Fang Ziyue swore to herself that no matter what, she would win Lin Feng back…