Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Chapter 297

Chapter 297 The Truth behind Qin Yufeng's Case

“Why did you go and find Feng Yuxuan?” Mo Xuetong was about to cry, and thus she turned her head around to hide her tears.

Nonchalantly, Feng Yuran replied, “It was more satisfying to do it myself.”

She did not believe in it herself as Feng Yuxuan was immediately injured after he tried assassinating her. Furthermore, his severe injury made her teared up in regret. She didn't know what exactly she was feeling, as she was being overwhelmed by pain and hatred. For that instance, she knew not what to say, choosing to ignore him and focus on bandaging.

Biting her lips, she stared at the man with her red eyes. She was shocked, surprised, upset, and a little touched… All these different emotions merged into that of anger. However, her pitiful and fragile look concealed her anger, as it looked more like a moan than anything else. A light mist covered her watery eyes, making her even more distressed and delicate.

Seeing that Mo Xuetong did not reply and was instead focusing on the bandage, as well as the fact that her face was one of displeasure, Feng Yuran stretched out his hand to pull her clothes. Touching her hair gently, he asked with anticipation, “Are you worried about me, Tong'er?”

Even though the pair of eyes were seductive still, he could not suppress the anticipation and nervousness in his eyes!

She waited and begged for her entire life, even sacrificing her life, just so she could have such a moment. In her previous life, she had always been met with nonchalance. But now, Mo Xuetong saw the concern from this devilishly handsome King Xuan. She bit her lips to suppress the surging emotions in her heart.

This man had always been at a high status, being the most doted son of Emperor Zongwen. However, he was willing to be in danger for her and injured himself just to get revenge for her. It would be heartless for her to not be touched by these actions. The heartwarming emotions in this life and the disappointment in her previous life combined into a very complex emotion.

“Tong'er, don't worry. You can enter my manor anytime you want. If anyone dares to stop you, I will slash them.” Feng Yuran was serious in his words. Holding on to her thin shoulders, he suddenly used strength, forcing Mo Xuetong to fall on him involuntarily.

Seeing that she was about to fall on his wound, Mo Xuetong stretched out her hand to support herself to prevent further injuries.

“What are you doing now?” Mo Xuetong was annoyed and was about to straighten her body when the ground trembled. She then fell on him accidentally. Fortunately, she was quick to act and slented her body to fall in Feng Yuran's open arms. He hugged her tightly as if he had planned it all along.

“Your Royal Highness, there is a rock under the carriage. I didn't see it just now. Are you OK?” Before Mo Xuetong could complain, someone outside spoke.

No wonder this place seemed weird. It's a carriage and not a house!

Mo Xuetong only had time to react to that statement when the man beside her answered lazily. “I'm OK!”

The voice outside disappeared.

Mo Xuetong wanted to seat upright when Feng Yuran turned around and pushed her body under his, with his handsome face was inches away from hers. That handsome face wore a devilish smile that also contained emotions of love and concern. He did nothing and merely stared at her intensely, his solid and wide chest against her breasts. The masculine aura of him attacked her senses.

At that moment, Mo Xuetong's face blushed red as she immediately turned her face aside and pushed Feng Yuran's face away. “Get… get away from me.”

When she raised her hand, she found that her hands were pushed to her sides, and she found it difficult to pull them out. Anxious, she shouted, “Let go…”

She sounded like she was pleading softly, with tremors in her voice. The anxious voice was coupled with a touch of tenderness that evoked sympathy.

Feng Yuran's pupils darkened as he lowered his body. Before she could catch what he wanted to do, he had already swallowed her cherry lips in his mouth.

The faint fragrance on her body, coupled with the smell of testosterone and blood formed a dominating aura that enveloped her. His lips gently fall on hers as if they were his most precious treasure. Mo Xuetong became dizzy as she struggled to think properly, with her brain at a blank state.

She did not know why she was there, was unaware of why she was on the carriage and didn't want to ask where the carriage was heading towards. Tightly hugged by the man she loved, she could hardly breathe as she was suffocated by his strength. She could only struggle to push his hands away but she was too feeble in comparison to his strength.

In that situation, the devilish gaze focused only on the beautiful face of the girl under him.

Feng Yuran kissed her forcefully as she hugged his head and smelled it, sensing the enchanting aura she gave off. Suddenly, he pushed her away, gasping for air. However, he did not leave her, choosing instead to stare at her with his dark pupils. His beautiful face turned red seductively. He had always been devilishly beautiful, and now his dominating aura merely made his charm irresistible.

Mo Xuetong gasped for air too. As she enjoyed the fresh air, she was still entranced by the beauty before her, staring at him with ecstasy. She could not utter a single word.

She was staring at him and he was also doing the same!

Her watery eyes were clear yet confused, as if she could not understand the situation. She fluttered her long eyelashes as she gasped for air, giving off an unusually seductive vibe. The taste of his lips still lingered on her bright red lips. The pinkness that shone through them seemed like a silent invitation.

Feng Yuran pushed her down again. He used one hand to control her hands, preventing her from moving, while his other hand hugged her slim waist. While he was definitely not experienced at the art of lovemaking, he was smart enough to invent these moves.

In her previous life, she had never been so doted by any man before. That jade-like skin beneath the bright light made her shiver as she gazed back at him with her misty eyes, which gave off a gentle grace.

Suddenly, she remembered that when she married Sima Lingyun, he never cared about her pain when they made love during the night of their marriage. He even left after the act was done.

She was cold and in pain that night while being extremely embarrassed.

Even though it was in her previous life, Mo Xuetong's body shivered involuntarily as she thought of her past. Immediately, she became sober as she revealed her fragility and fear.

Noticing that she was uncomfortable, Feng Yuran stopped as a simmer of guilt flashed across his eyes. He reflected on his action as he thought that he had scared Tong'er and she was still young.

Mo Xuetong did not know how to react, and could only look at his handsome red face with embarrassment. She saw as he tried to control his breathing and calm himself down. He closed his eyes and opening them after a while when he had regained his composure. He had returned to the lazy prince with a gentle smile.

He released both the hands holding her and laid back down on the bed. Feng Yuran took a deep breath and blinked as he tilted his head. Suddenly, he smiled at Mo Xuetong, “Tong'er, let me take you to a good place!”

Feng Yuran immediately stood up and Mo Xuetong turned sober in the process. She stared at him before focusing on his chest. Fortunately, the bandage was still white, signaling that his wound did not break open.

“Don't worry, Tong'er. I am almost fully recovered. Feng Yuxuan was not so lucky though. Even though he had a master hidden next to him, I struck unpredictably. Now, his hand had all its nerves broken, and could only move a bit.” Feng Yuran's eyes were full of confidence, as his pupils shimmered like the dark jade. He laid aside lazily, as enchanting as mellow wine.

“Why do you have to go personally, instead of asking your assassins to do it?” Mo Xuetong disagreed with his actions.

“My assassins were distracting his assassins. I didn't expect Qin Yufeng to be a master, being able to guard him so perfectly. It was indeed indicative of a guilty man who did do something wrong. Since the two of them did hurt you, I would not let them go so easily.” Feng Yuran's eyes appeared cold.

Mo Xuetong's memory flashed as she pulled his sleeves, wide eyes opened as she exclaimed, “Did you plan Qin Yufeng's matter too?”

It was no wonder that even a smart man like Qin Yufeng was forced into such a state, having his drama known all across the city. It was completely different compared to his normal low-key demeanor. Normal men could never deal with the sly Qin Yufeng, and she vowed to stay away from him in this life.

Of course, this cunning fox in the shape of a lamb in front of her was no average man.

“How can I forgive Qin Yufeng, who was the mastermind behind all this! It will be great to have him marry a slut! But unfortunately, your useless brother did admit his own doing. It would be interesting to let the Qin kid take care of someone else's son.” Feng Yuran glanced at her and smiled.

Mo Xuetong's brother was no kind man, and Feng Yuran had long wanted to teach the man a lesson. However, this would mean that Qin Yufeng would resolve his problem, making Feng Yuran unsatisfied. If not for the fact that he was still injured and wanted to lie low, Qin Yufeng would seek revenge on this matter. But for now, Feng Yuran would be the one targeting Qin Yufeng.

Mo Xuetong was shocked that Lady Li was bearing a kid! How would things work out then?

Even though Father was indeed disappointed with Mo Yufeng, he would not allow a woman to bring a kid from another family under his household. Judging Lady Li to be indeed a horrible woman, Mo Xuetong was at a loss of words, choosing to blankly stare at Feng Yuran. She blinked her eyes, looking stunned.

Looking at the confuzzled expression of Mo Xuetong, Feng Yuran smiled. He was not smiling devilishly like before but was instead bearing a pure smile like any other normal 16-year-old teenager. The dazzling brilliance on his gorgeous face made people hard to take their eyes off them.

Noticing the delighted expression of the man, Mo Xuetong felt happy for him before feeling sympathetic.

His mother died when he was then, and he almost lost his life soon after. To stay alive, he practiced kung fu in the depths of mountains before returning to the palace. In those environments, it must be rare for him to laugh out loud and let his mind relax. In the complex environment of the palace, he must be on his toes at all times!

Therefore, he spread rumors of his provocative nature. If not for that, he would be public enemy number one, and the palace would not protect him from that. He must have suffered a lot and worked very hard to have such power today…

Pondering about his sufferings, Mo Xuetong examined his wound once more. Softly, she asked, “Is it painful?”

Perhaps the expression of Mo Xuetong pleased him, Feng Yuran nodded his head in joy. “Tong'er, it's painful. You must treat me better in the future.”

Chapter end