Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

In an instant, Xu Haohao felt the fish soup in her bowl had lost its fragrance. She held the fish soup in her mouth, forgetting even to swallow.

Xu Haohao’s scalp tingled. Her hand holding the soup bowl trembled slightly, almost spilling the fish soup. How did Feng Huaimu find out?

She thought she had done it flawlessly. When she was on his computer, he hadn’t even come out of the kitchen, and she had deleted all login records.

”What nonsense are you talking? Would I dare touch your computer? I’m afraid you’d kill me to silence me in a fit of anger.” Xu Haohao swallowed the fish soup, let out a slightly awkward laugh, and said.

”Is that so?” Feng Huaimu picked up a piece of fish belly with chopsticks made of bamboo and served it to Xu Haohao, smiling as he retorted.

His calm demeanor made Xu Haohao even more apprehensive, a growing unease from feeling transparently seen through.

Xu Haohao stared at her soup bowl for a while, bit her lip anxiously, then suddenly slammed the chopsticks down on the dining table with a piercing sound, leaning back on her chair carelessly, crossing her arms.

”Yeah, so what does Young Master Feng want now? Are we having dinner before you take me on the run, or just waiting to get caught?”

She refused to admit it. Feng Huaimu, the dog-man, probably won’t believe it anyway, so she might as well admit it outright.

Xu Haohao knew she had given up, but a voice inside her clamored: Even if Feng Huaimu knows, he’d at most take her to another place, wouldn’t do anything to her.

Apart from her restricted freedom, Feng Huaimu had nothing to say about her status here.

Of course, it could be that it’s just a little privilege for being a hostage; if she had a bad end, what would he use to threaten Su Li and the others?

Feng Huaimu saw her admit and fell silent, his cold, white fingers on the dining table unconsciously curling together.

Xu Haohao looked at his expression, deliberately raising her chin and sarcastically said: ”Who’s Young Master Feng putting on that face for? Get it straight, I’m the one you grabbed and restricted, what’s the difference between this and prison? I can’t even attend school! You’re the culprit, stop acting like I’m the one bullying you.”

”I’ll let you go.”

Xu Haohao kept on talking, suddenly hearing those words.

Her whole body paused for a moment, then she looked up at Feng Huaimu with a bit of disbelief.

He... what did he say?

He’s letting her go?

The surprise that unconsciously rose in Xu Haohao’s eyes slowly faded, she leaned against the chair back and mocked: ”Let me go where? So what’s Young Master Feng’s next trap for me to fall into?”

”Let you go back.” Feng Huaimu didn’t look up at her as usual but kept his head down, speaking softly.

The warm light in the middle of the restaurant fell gently onto his hair, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

Xu Haohao was baffled by Feng Huaimu’s words; she propped her elbows on the dining table, leaned in slightly, and tested: ”Are you joking? You friggin’ caught me for so long, without even using me to threaten Su Li, and now you’re letting me go? When did you become compassionate?”

Before Feng Huaimu could answer, Xu Haohao’s gaze grew increasingly wary: ”Are you plotting something else? Did you set your sights on Xiao Mian? I’m not leaving, I want to see what your psychological issues are leading to.”