Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Xu Haohao sat on his long legs, sneering nonstop.

Feng Huaimu’s brows and eyes shifted, and he said with a smile, ”Haohao’s not wearing shoes. You kicking me like this doesn’t even have that much strength. Next time remember to wear shoes. It’ll be better for you to vent your anger when you kick me.”

Dog of a man!

The words that came out of his mouth were enough to piss her off to death.

”Let go of me.” Xu Haohao’s eyes were full of disgust, and just smelling the faint scent of ambergris on him made her want to puke.

The more she’d loved him before, the more she hated this man now.

She had given him a sincere heart, and he couldn’t return one. What use was a dog like this?

Feng Huaimu smiled and said, ”Then will Haohao agree to go with me to Jiangshang Restaurant the evening after tomorrow to have dinner with your bestie?”

Xu Haohao’s temper had always been bad, and she exploded right there in his arms: ”Why the hell should I go with you? Aren’t you just using my name to make Su Li drop her guard? Am I your call girl or something?”

Xu Haohao was practically spitting fire; her saliva even sprayed onto Feng Huaimu’s face.

Feng Huaimu wasn’t angry at all. He even lowered his head and very considerately took the coat he’d hung on the back of the chair earlier and covered Xu Haohao’s bare feet with it. ”Of course Haohao isn’t a call girl. You’re the little Princess.”

Those feet that had been chilled by the tiles were wrapped up in his tens-of-thousands custom-made coat, and the soles of her feet warmed up.

Xu Haohao’s face was full of revulsion. ”Princess? Feng Huaimu, you dog, you’ve got no shame! You’re still putting on an act with me now—who the hell are you trying to fool?!”

Xu Haohao looked at Feng Huaimu. He was smiling politely as usual, and in those deep eyes of his, she couldn’t see what he was thinking at all.

This man wasn’t like Feng Huaijin, proud and unruly. Nor was he like Feng Ciye, whose coldness still hid a trace of tenderness, whose aloofness still had something in his heart he held to.

Feng Huaimu... to this day she still couldn’t tell what he really wanted.

It was like he was some bored young master who suddenly wanted to find something to play with and mess around with the mortal world.

”Put me down.” Xu Haohao gave up and said coldly.

Feng Huaimu said, ”Haohao still hasn’t agreed to go with me the day after tomorrow.”

Xu Haohao cursed him again inwardly. Staring at Feng Huaimu’s face, she suddenly reacted: ”Why do you insist on me going? Feng Huaimu... do you have another plan? You want to use me as leverage?”

Feng Huaimu raised his brows slightly. ”How could I?”

How could he not? This man was so deep and calculating—who knew how far his twisted mind would go?

Xu Haohao already had goosebumps all over from him. ”Let me go, I want to get down.”

The hand the man had on her waist never loosened. He just stared at her like that, as if waiting for her to say yes.

Xu Haohao was completely furious. This damn man! Struggling, she suddenly turned her head and saw a painting of a beauty lying on the desk. She abruptly reached back and grabbed the edge of the painting, and shouted harshly, ”Feng Huaimu, if you still don’t let go of me, I’ll tear this painting to shreds right now!”

The man’s body instantly went rigid, and the coldness in those already frosty eyes surged. Even his voice dropped to below freezing. ”What do you think you’re doing?”

”Put me down, or I’ll rip this painting apart!”

Feng Huaimu’s gaze suddenly turned vicious. He caught her by the neck in one move, his voice cold and merciless. Staring at her, he said each word clearly, ”Xu Haohao, if you dare ruin my painting, I’ll snap your neck.”

Xu Haohao looked into those eyes that held no warmth at all, and her whole body felt like she’d been thrown onto the Arctic ice field.

So she still couldn’t compare to a painting.

From beginning to end she’d only been used. He’d never put any feelings into it at all.