Chapter 135 - Let's Make A Bet (1)

What is he doing here? Xiong Jingfei couldn't stop staring up at him and almost forgot to blink. This has been the closest she has ever been near him. Well, outside of the shooting set. 

"Who are you?" Feng Huan narrowed his eyes, looking down at the unknown hands gripping onto Xiong Jingfei's shoulders. This person seems somewhat familiar… Where has he seen this man? 

"Whoever I am, it's none of your business. My business is with this little lady, who dared to not call me back." Wu Yuan said in a polite tone, but his words said otherwise. "Right, Feifei?" 

Ah, she totally forgot! Xiong Jingfei finally remembered Wu Yuan did call her, but that was almost a month ago. After Yang Zheyan hung up on him that one time. Wu Yuan never called her back, so she thought it wasn't anything serious. There were also too many things going on at once during that time. 

"Let's go," Wu Yuan said, pulling Xiong Jingfei's left arm.

She followed him obediently. There was something about him that made one want to do his bidding. Yang Zheyan was similar in that area, but his way was sneaker than Wu Yuan's straight forward actions. 

"It's my business when it comes to her." Feng Huan grabbed onto Xiong Jingfei's right arm. "We were still talking. Don't you know it's rude to interrupt others in the middle of their conversation?" 

In that instant, Xiong Jingfei snapped out of her hallucination. Still, she was too late and was now stuck between both of them. One holding her right arm, while the other one held her left arm. 

"Didn't I say that it's none of your business? Are you her boyfriend or husband?" Wu Yuan didn't let go of her left arm, "I didn't think so. This is between HER and me." 

It sounded like Wu Yuan was more hostile to Feng Huan than to Yang Zheyan. However, Xiong Jingfei can decipher the difference in how Wu Yuan was treating Feng Huan compared to Yang Zheyan. He was actually "less" hostile. Although it was hard for others to tell. Those who didn't notice the subtle changes in Wu Yuan's voice.

Feng Huan still wouldn't let go of her arm. Instead, he tried pulling her closer to his side, but Wu Yuan's side didn't budge either. 

Meanwhile, Xiong Jingfei felt like her arms were going to be ripped right out of their sockets! She felt like a teddy bear, and having two kids fight over it. She had to make a choice, or else it might really just happen!  

Xiong Jingfei pulled her arm out of Feng Huan's grasp. For a split second, a bitter expression showed on his face, but she ignored it. There was nothing between them anymore, so her business is none of Feng Huan's business. Also, he wanted her to explain what happened that day, so if that was his only question. She had nothing more to say to him. 

There was another reason why she chose to go with Feng Huan. In a violent rage, there was a slim figure marching up from behind Feng Huan. 

As always, Zhao Fan was no further than ten steps away from him. At first, when she saw Feng Huan talking to someone, she didn't care. But, now that she saw who the person was, she was raging with madness. 

Although she was a little afraid of Xiong Jingfei after what happened on that day at the mall. Except, Zhao Fan's pride wouldn't allow her to coward down at the sight of Xiong Jingfei. What happened that day at the mall was something she'll never forget! She didn't even get the chance to pay Xiong Jingfei back yet, and here she was, talking with Feng Huan and with another new man. 

"Pft, what is this? Found a new man already?" Zhao Fan snickered as she tried to touch Feng Huan's free arm. 

However, it wasn't the same anymore. Feng Huan pulled himself away from her. Zhao Fan bit her bottom lips, unable to take her eyes away from Feng Huan's hand that was holding onto Xiong Jingfei. If she could, she would snap Xiong Jingfei's arm into two, so no man can ever touch those hands of hers ever again! 

Zhao Fan looked at the man behind the mask, and she could tell he was one fine looking person. Sadly, he can't even be compared to Yang Zheyan! 

Zhao Fan smirked, "Hah, shouldn't your eyes be more awake now that you can't talk? Why would you let go of a great person like Yang Zheyan for a nobody?"

Xiong Jingfei rolled her eyes. Since she can't talk like what Zhao Fan said. Then she'll use her eyes to do it! Zhao Fan can insult her, but Wu Yuan never did anything to her! All the guilt she felt towards Zhao Fan because of the mall incident crawled right out of her body. 

"It looks like you got your hands full, Feng Huan. Please excuse us, so we can be on our way now." Wu Yuan didn't sound like he was offended by Zhao Fan's remark. A celebrity like him can't be bothered with a child's comment.

In one pull, Wu Yuan was able to release Xiong Jingfei's cuffed hand away from Feng Huan. 

Feng Huan was about to chase them, but Zhao Fan grabbed him by the waist. He pulled Zhao Fan's arms apart from him and glared at her for interrupting them. 

Zhao Fan shrank down, afraid to meet his eyes. Finding the courage in her voice, "Huan… I… I'm so sorry about what happened at the mall. I-I don't know what got into me! I must have hit my head too hard… No! I lost my mind after thinking I was going to lose my life to that b*tch!" 

Feng Huan closed his eyes. He has seen and heard enough of Zhao Fan's madness. She will never admit to her mistakes. That day, she picked a fight with Xiong Jingfei and Xu Suying's older brother first. 

He took a glance down the hallway and knew it was too late to chase after them. Though, that doesn't mean that he was going to stay here a second longer with Zhao Fan. 

Since that day at the mall, and the way she snuggled herself up to Lu Weisheng. Right then, he was slapped awake to the real Zhao Fan and immediately cut off all ties between them. He was only an option for her until she finds someone better than him. 

"Huan!" 

Zhao Fan screamed in the hallway and chased after him. She attempted to grab his arm, but he made sure to dodge her. He was too familiar with the way Zhao Fan is. 

When he dodged her, Zhao Fan lost her balance and landed on her knees. In a similar position to when she pushed Xiong Jingfei down at the club. 

"Huan! Please, you can't be like this to me! We have known each other since we were babies!" 

Feng Huan stopped walking and turned around, in which Zhao Fan thought he was maybe rethinking their relationship over. There was no way he would throw the last twenty-plus years of them away. Their families were close friends, and they were lovers at one point. 

"Zhao Fan, you should feel lucky I didn't say a word to your father about what you did." 

"Hah! Does that mean you won't forgive me?" Zhao Fan tried her best to hold back her anger, but she was still bitter about everything that day. "Actually, why didn't you do anything that day? That… That b*tch almost threw me off the ledge! She almost killed me, but here you are, still trying to talk to her! Am I the crazy one or you?" 

Zhao Fan hated that Feng Huan didn't rush to her side immediately to help her. Instead, he was trying to reason out with that b*tch all because of his past lingering feelings. The past is the past! It should be let go!

That is what Zhao Fan wanted to believe in. 

She wanted to believe that Feng Huan couldn't let go of Xiong Jingfei because of his past feelings. His current feelings are for her, in the present time. Not for Xiong Jingfei, who was part of his past… Xiong Jingfei was nothing but the past, and she is his present! 

It was useless for Zhao Fan to get all worked up. Because all those raged building up inside her immediately died down. It was after she heard a sinister chuckled coming from above her head. Zhao Fan doesn't recall the last time Feng Huan last smiled or laughed around her. 

"Zhao Fan, why don't you look at me in the face?" Feng Huan kneeled down to be at Zhao Fan's level. He reached out his hand for her to take. 

Zhao Fan was terrified to take it, and her clenching hands were becoming moist. She has always been the person who made a move on him. Shouldn't she be ecstatic that he is offering his hands for her for the very first time? 

No! She was afraid to take that "kind" display hand of his. 

"I said… Look. At. Me!"

Zhao Fan's head immediately flipped up on Feng Huan's commanding voice. Her heart thumped as if it was in the moment it stopped altogether.

An approved smirk formed on Feng Huan's face. He tenderly moved away Zhao Fan's messy hair from her face. Each strand he removed from her face caused his smirks to become more suffocating. 

"Zhao Fan, oh, Zhao Fan. How did I not see this side of you?" Feng Huan said in a loving yet scary voice. "I must have been the person you were talking about. My eyes are now awake."

Zhao Fan quickly shook her head, messing up the hair strands Feng Huan fixed. 

Feng Huan's gentle gesture quickly took a turn. He clutched Zhao Fan by her jaw and brought his face closer to her. Zhao Fan's loud and shrieking voice was nowhere to be found. Quiet as a mouse. 

"I haven't paid you a visit, and yet you came to me on your own. Brave, aren't you?" 

Zhao Fan's eyes widen, and her lips tremble, "H-Huan… Huan, it hurts…"

Feng Huan didn't loosen his tight grip on her jaw. His voice got colder and colder each time he spoke, "Zhao Fan, would you like to tell me, or should I find out about it on my own?" 

Zhao Fan was confused on what Feng Huan was talking about. Then her heartbeat quickens faster than before. It must be that! There was only one thing she was afraid of him finding out.