The man bent down and gently hugged her, "It’s me, I’m Ye Feng." Her first reaction was to pound him fiercely, "Why are you also on this plane? Do you know it’s about to crash? How can you be so stupid, so stupid...." Ye Feng held her tight, "To die with you, I’m willing, Jinjin, that’s my only wish right now. Can you fulfill it for me?" Ning Zijin couldn’t stop crying, filled with so much regret she felt sick. Why had she been stubborn with him, even running off to Germany; now she had even dragged him into dying with her. What had she done; now their actions meant neither of them might survive. Ye Feng cradled her face, carefully wiping away the tears, and said gently, "No need to apologize. As I’ve said, I’m willing. To accompany you to the end of life, I’m very content." Ning Zijin threw herself into his arms, her hands clutching his clothes tightly, "Ye Feng, if we can survive, I will never leave you again, no matter what trials and tribulations we face, I will go through them with you." Nothing is scarier than death, and when two people join hands in facing death, there is nothing in this world that can tear them apart. Ye Feng held her tightly, whispering in her ear, "Remember your words, whoever reneges is a puppy." Ning Zijin let out a laugh, "Childish." In the rapid fall, the two clung to each other, sharing life and death. After handing Gu Chunrong over to the police with ample evidence for child kidnapping, Gu Chunrong had enough to deal with for a while. Having settled this matter, Ning Zihuan didn’t go back to his own place, instead, he went straight to Ning’s Family Old Residence. Ever since his return, Ning Qinghua had shut himself in his room, refusing to see anyone. Scared off by Ning Zihuan, he would probably stay quiet for a few days. When Ning Zihuan entered the living room, Ning Qinghuan was sitting and chatting with Huang Yue, almost clinging to her, his lecherous eyes constantly roaming over Huang Yue’s 36D bust. Huang Yue seemed to be resisting and yet inviting, her small hand tightly clutching the edge of her skirt, very conflicted within. She was just a third-rate freelance model. At a party, she overheard Ning Qinghuan talking with a friend about his son. The friend suggested he find a girlfriend for his son. Desiring to catch Ning Qinghuan’s attention, she put in a lot of effort and finally made him notice her. Ning Qinghuan also decided to present her to Ning Zihuan. Thinking she was about to succeed, she was confident that with her figure and looks, Third Master Ning would fall for her. She had made many preparations for this. But reality is often crueler. Third Master Ning was an unpredictable man, who hadn’t even spared her a glance. Especially after today’s events, Ning Qinghuan had given up on this wishful thinking, realizing that Ning Zihuan was likely out of the question. But unexpectedly, Ning Qinghuan had now set his sights on her, this old lecher... She cursed inwardly while maintaining a careful smile on her face. Ning’s Family had a stake in the modeling company she worked for. To make it big, she knew she had to ingratiate herself with the two old men of the Ning Family, ensuring not to offend them. But the difference between Ning Zihuan and Ning Qinghuan was too great; she wasn’t mentally prepared at all. If it had been Ning Qinghuan from the start, it would have been fine, but having met Zihuan, she felt disgusted looking at Ning Qinghuan’s greasy face. "Xiao Yue, see how good Uncle has been to you?" said Ning Qinghuan, his hand seemingly innocently landing on Huang Yue’s shoulder. "Such smooth skin," Ning Qinghuan commented. Huang Yue shuddered, suppressing the urge to flee, and said timidly, "Uncle has been very kind to Xiao Yue, Xiao Yue remembers it all." Ning Qinghuan smiled in satisfaction, "You’ve seen Zihuan’s temper. Uncle is really at his wits’ end, let’s just forget it." Huang Yue nodded silently, "I shouldn’t have fanciful thoughts about Third Young Master." "How could it be fanciful? You’re such a good girl, it’s that boy who lacks good fortune," said Ning Qinghuan, his hand growing increasingly indiscreet, venturing under her clothes... Huang Yue instinctively dodged backwards, causing Ning Qinghuan’s eyes to darken immediately. Huang Yue bit her lip, "I’m sorry, Uncle...." "Xiao Yue, in a couple of days there’s a Bazaar cover shoot, and the company intended for Mai Qi to do it, but I think you’re more suitable. What do you think?" These words were both a warning and a lure. This text is hosted at NoveI(F)ire.net Huang Yue’s hand clenched into a fist, torn with indecision.