Chapter 148 - The Pink Jaded Ring (2)

Yang Zheyan pushed away his hoodie, revealing his dashing good look. In a dangerous yet with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Well, if it isn't the famous Feng Huan."

Feng Huan shot him a venomous look, "Was young master Yang trying to make a joke? I forgot to laugh." 

Xiong Jingfei took a step back away from Feng Huan. She wasn't afraid of him, but what luck they had to run into him. She was hoping they would be able to sneak out without anyone noticing them. 

The last time Feng Huan stopped her, he asked her a question she couldn't answer. Thanks to Wu Yuan, she was able to escape without giving him an explanation. Afterward, she was able to avoid him since their department was in the opposite direction. Is he here about the same issue again? 

Feng Huan's heart pounded hard against his chest. He didn't want to see her holding hands with Yang Zheyan!

"Feifei… I…" Feng Huan started but took a long pause, struggling to find a way to convey what he wanted to say. 

He was never good at using words to express what he wanted to say. It was easier to take action than say anything, but he can't do that this time. How the hell was he supposed to ask her without looking like a lunatic? 

"Young master Feng, my 'WIFE' and I are a busy couple. Since you have nothing to say to us, please excuse us." Yang Zheyan narrowed his eyes, not liking the look Feng Huan was giving Xiong Jingfei. 

"Hmph." Feng Huan blocked them from taking another step. "Yang Zheyan, don't be so quick to think you and Xiong Jingfei will end up together." 

"What are you trying to say?" Yang Zheyan dropped his fake smile as he revealed his true nature. His icy exterior was on par with Feng Huan. 

Yang Zheyan felt there was this unexplainable bond between Xiong Jingfei and Feng Huan. Something hard to cut and break apart. They seemed to be pulled together, even when they were forced to be torn apart. No matter how much time has passed, that bond of theirs keeps bringing them together. 

Even now, five years between them were long gone, and they were still somehow pulled together! Attending the same university, but both of them didn't even realize that until now. Hah, is this what they call fated to be? 

If so, Yang Zheyan will make sure to cut this "fate" between them. She was his! Feng Huan made the mistake of losing her five years ago, but he wouldn't make the same one. Never! 

What Yang Zheyan doesn't realize is that Feng Huan the same thing, but it wasn't with him. Yang Zheyan and Xiong Jingfei had more than what you would call a bond connection. When they're together, it was impossible to step in between them or be part of their world. 

You can only step aside and watch them in silence. When they're together, they become untouchable. 

"What are you smiling about?" Feng Huan said, displeased. 

Feng Huan took extra precautions around someone crafty like Yang Zheyan. Truth be told, the person he was worried about was Xiong Jingfei. She was like a bunny about to be ensnared by a sleeping dragon. 

Why a sleeping dragon? 

Yang Zheyan was like a dragon, admired by all and above all. He was already so influential when he barely lifted a finger. Once awakened, it'll be hard for one to stop him from getting what he wanted. 

"Are you interested in me now?" Yang Zheyan tilted his head to the side and smiled more. "Don't tell me, young master Feng is interested in man now?" 

When Feng Huan cursed at their future marriage, it left a bitter taste in Yang Zheyan's mouth. At the same time, he also wondered if right now was an appropriate time to thank Feng Huan. 

He would have never acknowledged the feelings he developed for Xiong Jingfei, if not for Feng Huan, provoking him. 

Yang Zheyan didn't think within the short amount of time they spent together, he would get attached to her so quickly. It was not the feeling of love that he felt towards her, but possessiveness. 

Xiong Jingfei's small body frame stood firmly beside him and was holding his hand. She hasn't let go of him yet, and he won't ever let go of her too. Now that he knows what he felt towards her, he will never let go of her. 

His possessiveness of her was something he accepted without making any excuses. 

Yang Zheyan took a side step to block Feng Huan from looking at her. How dare he look at her with those wanton eyes! 

"Ridiculous." Feng Huan spat out, but his face remained indifferent. 

"Whatever I am smiling about has more or less to do with you." Yang Zheyan truthfully said but was playing word games with Feng Huan. 

Xiong Jingfei felt a sudden drop in the temperature around them. She was sure it was still summer, right? 

Feng Huan ignored Yang Zheyan. He didn't have time to be playing word games with Yang Zheyan. He knows his own weakness, and "talking" was no friend of his. There was no point going back and forth when he wasn't even the person he wanted to have a conversation with. 

"Feifei, I really need to talk to you." Feng Huan said, not giving Yang Zheyan another chance to butt in. He was staring down at the Xiong Jingfei peering over Yang Zheyan's shoulders. Ignoring the annoyance building itself in him, he made sure to add, "Talk to you alone." 

Yang Zheyan didn't lose his composure at Feng Huan's attempt to provoke him again. He made sure to lose the coldness in his eyes before glancing down at Xiong Jingfei. He will let this be up to her on what she wanted to do with Feng Huan. 

They both turned to look at each other at the same time. 

A little of Xiong Jingfei's heart melted, the coldness in his eyes was replaced with the warmth he had always shown her. Yang Zheyan was also letting it be up to her again. Just like how he trusted her on how to deal with Zhao Fan and Lu Weisheng's situation. 

In that instant, they understood each other without having to say anything. There was no need for words when their hearts were connected. 

"My wife doesn't want to talk with you." Yang Zheyan answered, brushing past Feng Huan's shoulders. 

Feng Huan wasn't going to let this chance go, so he grabbed hold of Xiong Jingfei's wrist. He has been waiting for days just to talk to her, but she wouldn't give him another chance. 

Yang Zheyan immediately grabbed hold of Feng Huan's hand, the one holding onto Xiong Jingfei. They were in a three-way deadlock.

"Let go while I'm being nice." Yang Zheyan said, keeping a smile on his face, but his blood was boiling. His grip around Feng Huan's wrist tightened. 

Feng Huan didn't let Yang Zheyan intimidate him. He looked at Xiong Jingfei straight in the eyes, and his voice was no longer wavering like before. 

Feng Huan asked, "Do you remember the jaded pink ring?"