Chapter 39: The Main Theme Is Getting Everything for Free!

Song Yalan had thought that by killing Huang Maohai and the others, Chu Fei would help preserve her innocence. She never imagined, however, that Chu Fei would develop such intentions toward her. Wasn’t he supposed to be a righteous man? Why did he act like a villain?

Inside the room, Chu Fei threw Song Yalan onto the bed, showing not even a hint of tenderness. Lying there in her cheongsam, Song Yalan’s posture was alluring, the tight dress perfectly accentuating her figure. Especially those long legs wrapped in sheer stockings—they nearly drove Chu Fei, who had a particular weakness for legs, mad. It turned out that not only black stockings, but sheer ones had their own unique charm.

“Chu Fei, you can’t do this!” Song Yalan’s face was cold as she spoke. “I am your fiancée. You should respect me. How are you any different from Fang Yuanliang and the others?”

“Now you want to talk about respect?” Chu Fei’s voice was low and dark, like a beast suppressing its primal nature.

Faced with the aggressive look in his eyes, Song Yalan avoided his gaze. “I know what I did was wrong, stabbing you in the back. But you should at least consider my situation!”

“My husband passed away, and after the Ouyang family was destroyed, the Guan family is facing a financial crisis. At a time like this, I can’t afford to offend the Huang family. Otherwise, who knows what will happen to me and my child? I’m desperate, forced into this! Can’t you be magnanimous and let it go?”

Her words were a textbook example of moral coercion: because she had her own hardships, even though she betrayed him, he had to forgive her; otherwise, he wouldn’t be a good person.

Fortunately, Chu Fei never wasted time proving himself a good man, so her tricks didn’t work on him.

Song Yalan had hoped her plea would elicit sympathy, but Chu Fei bluntly replied with four words: “None of my business.”

Afraid of dying, she pushed her savior toward danger, yet expected him to forgive her because of her circumstances. He wasn’t some benevolent fool who could let her off again and again.

“Do you have no compassion at all? I told you I was forced, why can’t you understand?” Song Yalan grew anxious, afraid Chu Fei might lose control.

“I saved you. How did you repay me?” Chu Fei squinted at her. “I only have a little bit of conscience, and you’ve trampled all over it.”

“If you hadn’t gone so far, I could have found a reason to forgive you. But since you insist on courting disaster, I’ll ruin you!”

As he spoke, Chu Fei’s hands became restless. Feeling her body violated, Song Yalan’s face burned with shame.

“Take your filthy hands off me!”

Song Yalan struggled harder than a pig at New Year’s slaughter. “Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!” At this point, her protest was useless. Flustered, she tried to push Chu Fei away, but he pinned her down, tying her hands with his discarded shirt.

Chu Fei lowered his head, and all Song Yalan could see was the top of it. She wanted to push him away, but her hands were immobilized. Soon, her body...

Song Yalan stared helplessly at the ceiling, a line of tears slipping from the corner of her eye. Chu Fei, satisfied, got up without so much as a glance at her.

“You’re an animal!” Song Yalan shouted furiously, pointing at Chu Fei and cursing him.

“You’re no better yourself,” Chu Fei laughed coldly. “But considering your performance just now, tell me how much the Guan family needs to get through this crisis—I’ll consider it payment for tonight!”

Now that he was chairman of the Chu Group, money was hardly an issue. Even without relying on Meng Ziyi, with his medical skills and other talents, making money was easy.

Yet Song Yalan scoffed, “Stop pretending! Who do you think you are? What I need is the Wanlicheng project! Can you hand that over to me?”

The Wanlicheng project had originally been managed by the Ouyang family, with the Guan family as one of their partners. After the Ouyang family’s downfall, the project was transferred to the Meng family, and now was handled by the Chu Group under Shen Miaoyu’s management.

How convenient! As chairman, Chu Fei could hand the project to Song Yalan with a word.

But before he could even speak, Song Yalan snorted, “Just get out. I never want to see you again. You don’t need to take responsibility!”

Seeing her attitude, Chu Fei changed his mind for the moment. He gladly accepted, “Well, isn’t that a win-win situation! Don’t go back on your word!”

With that, he strode out.

Song Yalan was stunned. She had expected Chu Fei to say something like, “You’re my woman, I’ll take responsibility.” Instead, he simply left...

—What’s the point of those so-called “Stellar” or “King” ranked games? He specializes in freeloading!

“Beast!” Rage burned in Song Yalan’s eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, she dialed a mysterious phone number.

“Put out a million-dollar bounty on the dark web. I want Chu Fei’s head!”

To keep her daughter in the dark, Song Yalan had to use every means to kill Chu Fei. Only the dead can keep secrets.

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As Chu Fei walked downstairs, he casually disposed of Huang Maocheng’s corpse. Just as he finished, Guan Ya woke up.

Seeing Chu Fei unharmed, she exclaimed in delight, “Chu Fei, you’re alive!”

“Barely,” Chu Fei replied meaningfully.

Guan Ya didn’t think much of it and asked, “What about the Huang family?”

“I’m alive, so naturally they’re dead.”

“And my mom?”

“Half alive, half dead.”

“Huh?”

“No, I mean she was frightened and is resting upstairs. Take good care of her.”

Chu Fei didn’t want Guan Ya to know what had happened, so to avoid giving himself away, he kept the conversation brief and prepared to leave.

Watching his back, Guan Ya said, “Thank you so much today. My mom was too much, but I’m glad you’re okay!”

In truth, all this was part of Chu Fei’s plan. If Song Yalan hadn’t gone so far, he wouldn’t have had an excuse to act. That sedative was nowhere near strong enough to knock him out—it was just a pretext to play the villain, like with Shen Miaoyu.

But he was shameless, so he replied, “It’s nothing. I’m quite magnanimous!”

Yet it seemed Song Yalan hadn’t changed his fate; Chu Fei felt no difference in his body. The revolution was not yet successful; comrades must keep striving!

He wondered whether his guess was correct. Would the black box hidden at home change because of this?

Just as he was pondering, Shen Miaoyu called him, her first words urgent:

“I’m coming to pick you up now—something important!”