Chapter 78: I Want to Have Some Drinks

In this moment, Rong Feng froze completely.

"Is that so?" Nangong approached and asked.

He tensed up all over, his face tightly strained. "Yes..."

"Hehe."

"Haha."

"I see."

Numerous things became clear to Nangong in an instant.

Twelve years ago, the Rong family had found Rong Feng and wanted to take him back. The Rong family was a prominent and influential family in the Imperial City, and it was impossible to reveal that Rong Feng, the fifth son of the Rong family, had served the Nangong family and called the Nangong Miss his master.

Feng had to die. Rong Feng had to be reborn.

He had to change his identity, and he had to die in front of everyone. That was the only way.

Nangong took a step back, and Rong Feng took a half step forward.

"Don't come any closer!"

Nangong suddenly pushed him away.

"Nangong!" Rong Feng ran towards her and tried to grab her, but she dodged him. He chased after her, but she rushed out of his office and into the underground parking garage.

Rong Feng had to wait for the elevator next door.

And when he finally caught up with her and took the elevator down to the underground garage, the Land Rover had already disappeared.

Nangong drove recklessly, and she had her phone in her pocket. She took it out and calmly turned off all tracking methods.

Rong Feng called her, but she didn't answer. She threw her phone aside.

Her mind was in turmoil, filled with scenes from the past few months, as well as memories from the past. It was a mixture of over a decade of guilt and pain, along with the calculations and entanglements she had faced since meeting him.

Rong Feng's call made her extremely agitated. She stopped the car and angrily slammed the steering wheel to vent her frustration. She then looked at her phone and sent a text message.

"Behave yourself, and I'll stay under surveillance in West City. If you harass me, I'll disappear from your sight and vanish from this world."

After sending the message, her phone finally stopped ringing.

A message came in, and she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened it to read.

"I'll listen to you; you should take care of yourself."

After reading the message, Nangong tossed her phone aside.

She leaned back in the car seat, and the pain in her chest was unbearable.

It was 1 a.m.

After a while, she took out her phone, opened WeChat, and dialed a WeChat call.

Her voice was calm and devoid of any emotion. "Hello, Mr. Zhong, sorry to disturb your sleep. Do you have my brother's number?"

"Okay, no problem, I remember it."

She hung up and took a deep breath, calming herself down. Then she dialed Xie Ziran's number.

"Hello, who is this?" Xie Ziran's voice came through the phone.

Nangong listened to the noise in the background and asked, "Ziran, where are you?"

Xie Ziran, upon realizing it was Nangong, immediately covered the phone and left the noisy bar, saying, "I'm at a bar. What's up?"

Nangong said, "Take me there; I want to have some drinks."

...

In a nightclub filled with flashing lights, a girl in a white shirt and black jeans appeared.

Xie Ziran led her to a sofa, and soon several young men surrounded them.

"Xie Ge, is this your new girlfriend? She's quite attractive."

Xie Ziran had expected Nangong to refuse verbally, but she seemed unfazed. She picked up an empty glass, took a nearby bottle, filled it with alcohol, and drank it in one gulp.

Xie Ziran, thinking that she could handle her liquor well, was surprised to see her face turn red after just one glass.

She looked at the colorful and vibrant surroundings and rolled up her sleeves.

"Nangong?" Xie Ziran noticed that she had downed a glass of alcohol and thought she could handle it, but she was already intoxicated.

"Xie Ge, do you still want to drink? Look, your girlfriend is getting involved with Mr. Mo."

"What? Mr. Mo?" Xie Ziran raised his head and saw Nangong and Mo Shatian in a confrontation.

His face turned pale, and he quickly lowered his head and approached the dance floor. "Mr. Mo, my girlfriend doesn't know any better; please forgive her."

Nangong, with a flushed face, didn't understand why Xie Ziran was afraid. She picked up a glass and poured herself another drink, seemingly unbothered.

Xie Ziran was anxious. He whispered to Nangong, "Nangong, this is Mr. Mo, the leader of the West City underworld."

Nangong responded casually, "Oh. What's there to be afraid of?"

Xie Ziran, feeling worried, said, "..."

"Indeed, there's nothing to be afraid of." Mo Shatian's voice was low and husky, and his deep voice echoed in Nangong's ears. "Woman, I'm interested in you."

Nangong raised her head and furrowed her brows, then looked at him questioningly.

Xie Ziran was in a panic. He whispered to Nangong, "Nangong, this is Mo Shatian, the leader of the West City underworld."

Nangong responded, "Oh. What's there to be afraid of?"

Xie Ziran, feeling worried, said, "..."

"Indeed, there's nothing to be afraid of." Mo Shatian's voice was low and husky, and his deep voice echoed in Nangong's ears. "Woman, I'm interested in you."

Nangong chuckled lightly, revealing a sly smile. "I've never used a man's identity to boost my reputation before. But let me warn you, don't mess with me."

"Oh? Is that so?" Mo Shatian became more intrigued. He took a step closer. "Tell me, I'm curious. What will you do?"

"Otherwise, I can make you die a very ugly death."

"Is that right?" Mo Shatian took another step forward. "To be honest, I'd like to see that."

Nangong smiled faintly and then raised her arm. In her hand, a gun appeared.

Mo Shatian was taken aback, and he reached for his waist, only to find that his own gun was gone.

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly tensed up. Mo Shatian's subordinates nervously moved closer.

Mo Shatian raised his hand, gesturing for his men to stay back.

Nangong, with a smile on her face, held up her arm, pointed the gun at Mo Shatian, and fired a shot.

(End of this chapter)