C27 He Was Furious and It Was Inexplicable

Xiong Miao glanced up to find Zhan Zifeng looking at her from the side. She suddenly realized the car had come to a stop. She had been so absorbed in her phone that she hadn't noticed their arrival.

"I'm here. Thanks for the ride. Make sure to drive safely," Xiong Miao said quickly as she pushed the car door open and stepped out.

"Do you want me to walk you to your door?" Zhan Zifeng offered, ever the gentleman.

"No, that's alright. It's just a short walk. I can manage," Xiong Miao replied, gesturing dismissively.

This isn't even my home. Where are you trying to send me?

"Alright, get inside quickly so you don't catch a chill," Zhan Zifeng said warmly before driving away.

As the car pulled away, Xiong Miao realized she was still wearing Zhan Zifeng's coat. In her rush to exit the car, she'd forgotten to give it back to him.

Well, it's really cold tonight, she thought. Better to keep it on. I'll return it next time I see him.

Xiong Miao left the complex and hailed a taxi on the roadside, directing the driver to New City Hua Manor.

She picked up her phone again, checking for a response from her friend Ye, but there was none. Ye's profile picture was a simple expanse of black that, upon closer inspection, revealed a night sky dotted with faintly glowing stars. These days, it was rare to find someone using the night sky as their avatar; most people preferred selfies or family photos.

It was a shame, Xiong Miao mused, that Zhan Yeling, with his good looks, didn't use a selfie for his profile picture.

She browsed through Zhan Yeling's Moments. The most recent post was work-related, an announcement about the quarterly press conference, and it was just a shared post.

Below, a notice read: Friends' content is only displayed for the last three days.

Well, Zhan Yeling's Moments were just as uninteresting as he was.

Arriving at New City Hua Manor, Xiong Miao instinctively adjusted Zhan Zifeng's coat on her shoulders and made her way into the complex.

"Beep! Beep!" A car horn sounded twice.

Xiong Miao stepped aside, assuming she was in someone's way.

However, the more she yielded, the more the black car encroached upon her space, leaving her no choice but to stop in her tracks.

The car door swung open, and a pair of polished black leather shoes hit the pavement. A tall man emerged from the vehicle.

The air around them seemed to seize up with tension.

Xiong Miao's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man's strikingly handsome face.

What was Zhan Yeling doing in her apartment complex?

Was he here for her?

She couldn't have possibly been discovered with the little dumpling, could she?

In a state of alarm, Xiong Miao watched as he loomed over her, his shadow dwarfing her petite frame. Instinctively, she retreated a couple of steps.

"Director Zhan, what brings you here so late?"

Zhan Yeling's piercing gaze swept over her, his eyes dark and icy. "You've really outdone yourself. In such a short time, you've managed to captivate Zhan Zifeng."

He had noticed their exchanged glances at the banquet.

"Director Zhan... Uh..." Xiong Miao barely began before her neck was seized by a vice-like grip.

Her breath was cut off, and she felt on the verge of suffocation.

What had she done to enrage Zhan Yeling this much?

Did he really intend to choke her to death?

Driven by a fierce will to survive, Xiong Miao clutched at his hands, gasping out, "Release... let go of me..."

"Woman, do you think you can't survive without a man? Well, I might as well send you to hell right now!" Zhan Yeling's words came out through clenched teeth, his voice as chilling as a demon's.

His obsidian-like eyes were unfathomable, exuding a palpable sense of danger.

In the presence of this menacing Zhan Yeling, Xiong Miao was consumed by fear.