The driver looked away, seemed a little embarrassed, laughed a few times, and stopped talking.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Even Ding Dong, who knew very well that he was not very attractive, also knew that he should not expose his weakness of living alone to a strange man.

The taxi finally stopped at the outermost edge of Jingtai Bay. This is a high-end residential area and taxis are not allowed to enter.

Ding Dong got out of the car, looked back and watched the taxi's taillights disappear from his sight, then turned around and walked in.

The security guard at the gate of the community gave him a friendly smile. He looked like a well-trained professional. I think the people who can live here are either rich or expensive, so the quality of the security personnel is naturally relatively high.

When Ding Dong returned to the villa, he didn't see Feng Chengyu. The note was still lying quietly on the coffee table, untouched.

Ding Dong kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then turned around and cooked himself another bowl of tomato braised noodles, sitting at the dining table and eating with relish.

Her cooking skills are not very good, and she can only make ordinary home-cooked dishes. She has never seen any high-end ingredients. What she usually cooks most is noodles because they are cheap.

She usually spends a long time weighing a piece of pork when she goes to the vegetable market. Before Ding Xiaowei entered the third grade of junior high school, meat was a rare delicacy on the table. So she and Ding Xiaowei both looked weak and thin.

Ding Dong also didn't want to live like this, but their income was not much, so she could only save money for Ding Xiaowei to study. After excluding textbook fees, living expenses, and catering expenses, her meager salary had little left. Ding Xiaowei's illness was just a crushing

The last straw for the camel.

After eating, Ding Dong took out his mobile phone and looked at it for a while, then turned to the post he had browsed before.

There were already many people replying to the post. Ding Dong looked at those people's comments and suddenly laughed, feeling that he was so stupid.

Why didn't she just find someone to take care of her? Although it was indeed disgraceful, at least she had enough food and clothing, and it was better than being entangled with Feng Chengyu now.

Having said that, doesn't it look like she is being kept? The "unconditional obedience" in that contract can be understood even with just one glance.

In the past three years, her body and mind have belonged to Feng Chengyu. She concluded that he, Mr. Feng, had no such thoughts about her. After all, he abandoned her like a worn-out shoe and even looking at her was too redundant. Who would marry someone like her?

What about annoying people doing intimate things like that?

Ding Dong took one last look at the post and then deleted his browsing history.

He originally thought that Feng Chengyu would come over the next day and tell him what he should do next, but unexpectedly, a whole week passed and Ding Dong didn't see him again.

She even couldn't help but secretly wonder if Feng Chengyu had forgotten what happened to her. He was so busy, maybe he had really forgotten about her. In this case, she would be happy and relaxed, maybe

When he got busy, he forgot that he still had a black card in her hand. Did he forget about it for three years?

During the week, Ding Dong went back and forth to the Villa Hospital. Ding Xiaowei's condition was much better and he could eat some light food. Ding Dong felt relieved and slowly stayed in the hospital longer and longer.

There was no human touch in the empty villa. She didn't want to go back. Every time she stepped in, she would think of Feng Chengyu's indifferent expression and contemptuous eyes, which were engraved in her mind like needle pricks.

Can't forget it.

But obviously, some people don't think so.

That day, when she returned to the villa, it was already half past ten in the evening.

Seeing the light in the living room turned on from a distance, Ding Dong felt a thump in his heart.

She walked in cautiously and saw Feng Chengyu with his back to her, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. He held a cigarette in one hand, his tall figure reflected on the glass, his back tall and handsome.

Ding Dong said nothing and stood obediently in the center of the living room, watching the tobacco between his fingers rising into blue-gray smoke.

"Mr. Feng." She shouted.

Feng Chengyu turned his face slightly, his eyes fell on her, his brows suddenly wrinkled, his tone was cold, and he seemed unhappy: "What are you wearing?"

Ding Dong was startled and looked down at her attire. It was the jacket and jeans she usually wore. There was nothing wrong with it except that it was a bit old.

She raised her head and looked at him confused.

"There are so many clothes in the cloakroom, why do you insist on wearing your own rubbish?" Feng Chengyu turned around and walked towards her, his face full of disgust.

He stamped his feet in front of her, and his fierce momentum made Ding Dong feel an inexplicable pressure. Then he lifted his legs and walked away, sitting down on the sofa behind her.

Ding Dong turned around and looked at him, silent.

She wasn't sure how long she could live here, so she didn't dare to touch anything except the food in the kitchen. She was afraid that if those were the clothes Feng Chengyu prepared for someone else...she wore them

, wouldn’t it be a big taboo?

Feng Chengyu raised his hand to pick up the folder on the coffee table, placed a thick pile of information in front of her, and his eyes fell on her face for a long time: "I gave you a week to adapt, but you are still wearing the same clothes as before.

It’s so tattered. What, are you ready to pack up and leave at any time?”

Ding Dong didn't speak. He quietly bent down to pick up the information and read through it. The only sound left in the hall was the sound of paper being turned.

It was a set of biographical information about a man named "Wen Chengguo". Everything from age, occupation, family history to his habits and preferences were recorded clearly. It was almost like a detailed explanation of this man's life.

She didn't understand why Feng Chengyu showed this to her, so she cast her confused eyes on him.

Feng Chengyu looked back at her, a faint smile gradually appeared on his lips, but his words were cold and cruel: "The old man of the Wen family, Wen Chengguo, is the chairman of Shengda Group, and is also my biggest rival. I want you to understand him,

Get close to him, seduce him, and be my sharp blade - his interpreter."

The second he finished speaking, Ding Dong felt his head was buzzing, and his face turned pale in an instant.

No wonder... no wonder...

No wonder he was still willing to help her even though he hated her so much. He wanted to give her to the old man who was nearly fifty years old, so that she could be a spy and obediently work for him.

Is he seeking revenge? Does he hate her that much? Three years later, he still hates her so much?

She admitted that even though she had rehearsed her fate hundreds of times in her mind, she had never thought of this. She originally thought that he would keep her by his side and torture her slowly, but she didn't expect that he would not even have such an opportunity.

given to her.
Chapter completed!