The woman on the bed threw herself into the air, feeling extremely indignant.

She was the one who had drugged herself, so she could still think.

It wasn’t easy for her to think of this method to lure him over. No one could interfere.

She believed that no man would be able to remain unmoved after seeing her figure, which she was confident in.

Feng Yunan had just finished his call when he heard a thud behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Wen Ke’er who had fallen from the bed.

He quickly hung up the phone and rushed over to help her up.

Feng Yunan looked at her for two seconds and didn’t know where to put his hands. In the end, he had no choice but to take a thin blanket from the sofa and wrap Wen Ke’er up. He picked her up from the ground and put her back on the bed.

Wen Ke’er was frustrated. Why was he not tempted even when she was completely undressed?

Didn’t they say that men were visual animals?

Could it be that Feng Yunan no longer had feelings for her?

Could it be that he had been seduced by Qiao Ruoxi?

Feng Yunan bent forward and put her down. Just as he was about to get up, Wen Ke’er took the opportunity to stop him.

Just then, the doorbell rang outside the apartment. Feng Yunan pushed her away as if he was relieved of a burden and said, “It might be Old Tang. Wait for me, I’ll go open the door.”

Feng Yunan strode out of the bedroom. No matter how much Wen Ke’er shouted, he did not stop in his tracks.

Wen Ke’er, who was lying on the bed, grabbed the sheets with both hands. Her heart was filled with hatred.

Why was this happening?

Was her feminine charm useless to him?

All the big shots in the entertainment industry would drool whenever they saw her.

Why was Feng Yunan so difficult to deal with?

The more it was like this, the more Wen Ke’er’s desire to conquer him was aroused.

She could no longer lose Feng Yunan.

Even if she could not marry Feng Yunan, she would still occupy him. She would never give him to that bitch, Qiao Ruoxi.

Feng Yunan opened the door and found that it was indeed Tang Yebing. He came very quickly because Feng Yunan had made it sound very serious on the phone. He said that someone had died.

“What happened? Did you kill someone?”

Tang Yebing asked as soon as they met.

“No. Ke’er was drugged. Hurry up and think of a way to cure her,” Feng Yunan explained.

Tang Yebing wiped the sweat off his forehead and almost cursed. “Damn it, she just got drugged. Yet, you made it sound like she’s going to die. Is this how you play with people? I’m scared out of my wits!”

“Stop wasting time. Hurry up and solve the problem.”

Feng Yunan urged.

“You don’t even need to come to me. You can just do it yourself. Haven’t you always liked Miss Wen? It’s such a good opportunity, and you don’t even know how to grasp it. Are you stupid?”

Tang Yebing could still clearly remember the scene where Feng Yunan had one-sidedly fallen in love with Wen Ke’er. He was so smitten with her that he couldn’t eat or sleep properly. He even became haggard!

“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll beat you up.”

Feng Yunan snorted.

Not afraid of getting into trouble, Tang Yebing asked, “Oh, I see. Don’t tell me that you’ve been taken in by Qiao Ruoxi and turned over a new leaf?”

“Tang! Ye! Bing!” she exclaimed through gritted teeth.

Tang Yebing shook his head and nodded. “Okay, okay, okay. It’s business. Lead the way.”

When Feng Yunan brought Tang Yebing back to the bedroom, Wen Ke’er was still writhing in pain on the bed.

“Show her,” Feng Yunan ordered.

“I can’t. It’s all your fault. I came in a hurry and didn’t bring anything.”

Tang Yebing shrugged helplessly.

“Then what should we do? We can’t let her suffer like this forever.”

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