Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Not allowed to let her go? Says who?

”I don’t know what your real purpose is in dealing with them, but I’m going to tell them.” Xu Haohao shoved Feng Huaimu hard, but who knew this man who looked so thin and weak wouldn’t budge an inch no matter how hard she pushed.

She couldn’t move him at all!

Damn it.

Feng Huaimu closed in on her, the gentleness that used to be in his eyes already gone, replaced by a piercing, icy chill. His voice was low and sinister as he said, ”I already told you, I won’t allow it.”

Xu Haohao’s heart was pounding wildly. She tried to struggle, but with just one hand he could hold both of her wrists, and she couldn’t break free.

Xu Haohao wanted to cry but couldn’t; the pain had already seeped into her bones.

If Feng Huaimu and Mr. Qi were at odds, then what would happen to her and Su Li, stuck between them?

How was she supposed to live with herself?

Besides... judging from the tone when Feng Huaimu was on the phone just now, his main target was Su Li.

When had Su Li ever offended him?

In that instant, Xu Haohao already regretted it. Why hadn’t she listened a little longer just now, and instead cut off Feng Huaimu’s call in a flash of anger?

Xu Haohao couldn’t push him away, so she simply closed her eyes.

Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Feng Huaimu reached out and patted her head, his voice soft and gentle: ”Haohao, just get some good rest.”

Xu Haohao half opened her eyes and saw Feng Huaimu getting up to leave the room. One of his hands was already on the doorknob when she suddenly said, ”So you’re with me because you’re using me, right?”

Feng Huaimu’s body stiffened slightly, his hand resting on the handrail as his steps halted.

Xu Haohao sat up in bed, hugging her knees, her voice trembling as she said, ”Feng Huaimu, I’m asking you—are you using me?”

”What would I be using you for?”

Xu Haohao’s eyes were brimming with tears; she forced back the urge to let them fall, staring at Feng Huaimu’s indifferent face as she screamed, her heart being torn to shreds: ”Feng Huaimu, do you really think I’m an idiot? After everything, you still won’t admit it? You’re using me.”

”The person you really want to go after isn’t Feng Huaijin, it’s Su Li! You’re using me, because I’ve been Su Li’s best friend for more than ten years, ever since we were little! You want to use me so that when necessary you can threaten Su Li, isn’t that it?” Xu Haohao pointed at Feng Huaimu with a trembling hand, her voice choked as she questioned him.

They’d known each other since elementary school, and had been the closest of close friends. The thinness of blood ties made them value this friendship even more.

Feng Huaimu didn’t say anything; she didn’t know if that meant he was admitting it.

Staring at his broad back, Xu Haohao spat out a vicious ”Shameless.”

”So, you really don’t have any genuine feelings for me?” she murmured softly, asking.

She had suspected he might be gay, which was why their relationship didn’t look like a normal couple’s; he never laid a hand on her, more monk-like than any monk.

But... but she was wrong.

Because he had no feelings for her at all. He just wanted to use her to threaten Su Li someday, treating her like a chess piece.

It was already the dead of night, the dew heavy, yet Xu Haohao’s mind was a complete mess. She jumped out of bed, lunged hard at Feng Huaimu, and clutched his hem in a death grip. ”I’m talking to you. Do you have no real feelings for me? Are you using me?”

”I told you to talk!”

Feng Huaimu looked back at her and smiled gently. ”Mm.”

That one little ”mm” nearly cast her into the lowest level of hell!

Down there it was damp, dark, and suffocating, with no trace of light.

So he really didn’t have any feelings for her at all.