The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion

Chapter 923 - 938: Planning a Cold War?

He took out vegetables and eggs from the fridge, washed them, and skillfully chopped them into small pieces......Li Manman took a shower in the bathroom, changed into pajamas, and sat on the bed watching TV. She was flipping through channels aimlessly, feeling really upset.

Is Feng Yi holding a grudge against her now, planning to have a cold war?

Not saying a word to her, fine, then they both shouldn’t pay attention to each other.

While Li Manman was muttering in her heart, the bedroom door was pushed open. Feng Yi came in from outside with a bowl of noodles, "Have some food first."

Li Manman acted as if she didn’t hear him, continuing to watch the TV screen, but she had no idea what was actually playing.

"You haven’t eaten anything; you’re definitely hungry now. Come eat some."

Feng Yi’s calm voice carried an unquestionable tone, cooking for this girl didn’t mean he wasn’t angry anymore.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Feng, but I’m not hungry. I’m already full of anger." Li Manman continued watching TV.

Feng Yi placed the bowl and chopsticks on the bedside table, his distinctly jointed fingertips pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Are you still angry?"

"Why shouldn’t I be angry? In the restaurant just now, your face was so dark, as if I owed you two hundred million."

Li Manman glared at Feng Yi in anger, her jaw hurting from being pinched.

"Who was it that said they wanted to be Mrs. Tong, hmm?"

"I said that if Tong Ze had confessed to me in college, I would be Mrs. Tong now. That was just a hypothetical, don’t you understand?"

Li Manman paused and continued, "Also, your pinching hurts, stop it......"

Feng Yi leaned down and kissed Li Manman’s incessantly chattering little mouth, slipping his tongue in as she gasped....

"In the future, not even hypotheticals are allowed. In this life, you can only be Mrs. Feng, and stay away from Tong Ze."

Li Manman raised her hand to cover her pounding heart, breathing heavily like a fish stranded needing more air.

"You’re being unreasonable and overbearing. We’re all old classmates, why do I have to stay away from Tong Ze? He hasn’t done anything?"

"He likes you. Seeing you two together makes me angry and jealous."

"You’re crazy. Get out; I want to sleep."

Li Manman pulled the quilt over herself and lay down, turning her back to Feng Yi. Just now, Tong Ze didn’t say or do anything, yet this guy was demanding and sulking, utterly unreasonable.

Feng Yi looked at Li Manman, who had her back to him, rubbed his brow and softened his voice, "I left the food on the bedside table for you, get up and eat it soon, or it’ll get soggy."

"Get out, I don’t want to see you right now."

Feng Yi leaned down, covered Li Manman with the blanket, and then left the bedroom to the study. He walked to the desk, sat down, took a cigarette pack from his pants pocket, and lit one up.

After just a few puffs, his phone on the desk rang. He picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button.

"President Feng, Ling Haichen has changed his address, and there is indeed a woman in this villa. I just sent her photos to your WeChat."

Feng Yi didn’t say a word, tapped on his phone’s WeChat, and looked at it. The woman in the photo was indeed Yu Shiyuan.

"Arrange a few more people; I’ll head over right away."