Chapter 22: The Debauched Crown Prince

Jiang Huai-ting’s expression was unpleasant; if he let go now, where would his dignity be? The atmosphere grew tense. A man’s pride could not be discarded. He tightened his grip slightly, and Li Jiu-wei’s brows furrowed in discomfort.

“Your Highness, she’s my fiancée. This is a private matter between us.” The implication was clear: an outsider had no right to interfere.

“And what if I insist on interfering?” Feng Su’s tone was laced with authority as his gaze fell lightly upon Li Jiu-wei’s face.

Jiang Huai-ting stared sharply at the two of them. “I wonder, Your Highness, what is your relationship with my fiancée?”

Such a question was nothing short of an affront—a grave insult. Jiang Huai-ting was courting disaster.

Feng Su’s lips curled into a faint, cold smile. His gaze flickered to Li Jiu-wei, and God only knew the anxiety that flickered in her heart at that moment. If Feng Su were to reveal their relationship…

Li Jiu-wei had always disliked unnecessary complications.

“I particularly despise men who bully women,” Feng Su said, his expression cool. “Can’t you see this young lady is unwilling? And besides… who are you?”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huai-ting felt a slight sense of relief.

“I am Jiang Huai-ting of the Jiang Group,” he replied, his tone gradually softening—after all, it was advantageous to be seen before the prince.

Unexpectedly, Feng Su let out a chilling laugh. “Does a member of the Jiang Group even have the right to enter this place?”

The middle-aged man beside him broke into a cold sweat and whispered, “Your Highness, he must have used someone else’s invitation to get in.”

“In that case, since he wasn’t invited, throw him out.” Feng Su waved his hand indifferently. With his command, Jiang Huai-ting had no choice but to be escorted out—a humiliation beyond compare.

Jiang Huai-ting glared at Li Jiu-wei in shame and rage. “She also—mmmph—”

A bodyguard covered his mouth and dragged him away before he could finish. Li Jiu-wei knew well what he had wanted to say.

Watching Feng Su surrounded by admirers, Li Jiu-wei’s feelings were complicated.

“Feeling pleased with yourself?” a voice asked.

“Do you want to be thrown out as well, Second Brother?” Li Jiu-wei responded with a radiant smile, leaving Li Jing-bai fuming.

As she moved away from him, a young woman stepped forward, a little shy. “Miss Li, hello. May I ask you to design a piece of jewelry for me? I want to give it to my grandmother for her eightieth birthday.”

The girl seemed to be in her early twenties, dressed in an elegant white evening gown, pure and lovely. Li Jiu-wei was happy to have a new customer. “Of course.”

“Wow—let’s add each other on social media.”

Li Jiu-wei nodded. After exchanging contacts, she saw the name the girl sent: Shang Ning-ning.

Shang? Could she be the heiress of the Shang Group?

She stared at the screen, so deep in thought that she didn’t notice Shen Tang approaching until she spoke with a raised brow, “Who’s the VIP you just added?”

“Shang Ning-ning wants me to design a piece of jewelry for her grandmother’s birthday.”

Shen Tang clicked her tongue in shock. “That little firecracker is famous for her high standards. I can’t believe she approached you herself. My Weiwei is truly loved by all.”

She draped an arm around Li Jiu-wei, the two of them appearing close and intimate.

Someone had been watching Li Jiu-wei at the banquet all along. At this moment, his gaze was icy as he took in the hand resting on her shoulder—an eyesore if there ever was one.

Suddenly, Shen Tang shivered.

“What’s wrong?” Li Jiu-wei asked.

“Nothing, just felt a sudden chill.”

“Let’s go. Staying any longer is a waste of time.”

She had always been aware of Feng Su’s gaze following her from time to time.

After they left, Shen Tang answered a call and departed first, while Li Jiu-wei headed to the underground garage.

Ding.

The elevator stopped, and as soon as Li Jiu-wei stepped out, a man seized her and pinned her against the wall. Her heart raced in panic, but when she recognized the man before her, her tone turned cool. “Your Highness, you’re rather lacking in decorum.”

“Sister… I prefer when you call me by my name,” Feng Su murmured, nuzzling against her neck like a golden retriever begging for its master’s affection.

Li Jiu-wei pushed him away and straightened her dress. “I’m heading back.”

“I’ll drive you.”

Ahead, Li Jiu-wei suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned to Feng Su, and broke into a bright smile. “All right.”

Feng Su’s eyes lit up instantly.

Acting as her chauffeur, Feng Su drove Li Jiu-wei to Zhaoshan Villa. Upon arrival, he looked over the house. “You live here alone, don’t you?”

There was a hint of probing in his voice.

Li Jiu-wei propped her chin in her hand, gazing at him with lazy amusement. She laughed lightly. “Of course not. I live here with my fiancé.”

Sure enough, Feng Su’s face darkened in an instant. He pressed her shoulder, eyes smoldering with anger. “Move out.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my woman!”

Men could be so domineering.

Li Jiu-wei didn’t answer, but her silence only stirred Feng Su up even more.

He gripped the back of her neck and kissed her fiercely.

Here, of all places, he actually dared—

Li Jiu-wei’s struggle seemed nothing more than a tickle to him.

“This is Jiang Huai-ting’s place,” she managed.

“So what? You were always mine to begin with. Besides… this feels like an illicit affair—doesn’t the thrill of it excite you, sister? He betrayed you first; I’m only helping you get revenge!”

He tightened his hold, drawing a soft whimper from Li Jiu-wei.

The two remained locked in a kiss in the car for a long time.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the window.

Li Jiu-wei froze, her heart pounding when she saw Jiang Huai-ting standing outside.

“Li Jiu-wei, get out of the car.”

“I’m looking for something, can’t you wait?” she snapped irritably. Outside, Jiang Huai-ting grumbled, “You’re always so troublesome.”

Inside, Feng Su pressed down on Li Jiu-wei, a mocking smile on his lips.

She shot him a warning glare, but in response he pinched her sensitive spot hard.

Li Jiu-wei was furious, almost bristling with anger—adorably so.

Feng Su patted her head fondly. When Jiang Huai-ting walked toward the front of the car, Li Jiu-wei hurriedly pushed Feng Su down in alarm.

She opened and closed the car door in one swift motion.

“Jiang Huai-ting, how does it feel to be thrown out?”

The mention of it instantly rekindled Jiang Huai-ting’s anger. He strode after her.

“Who did you go to the banquet with, exactly?”

They returned to the villa together.

Inside the car, Feng Su’s gaze was deep and inscrutable.

Jiang Huai-ting dared to covet his woman.

Inside the villa.

Jiang Huai-ting stared at Li Jiu-wei’s red lips—why were they so bright?

Li Jiu-wei noticed his gaze and flashed him a dazzling, provocative smile. “Jiang Huai-ting, staring at me like that—don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me?”

“I’d rather die than love you!”

“That’s for the best.”

Li Jiu-wei languidly ascended the stairs, her mermaid gown accentuating her graceful figure.

He watched her retreating back, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes.

Having just changed out of her gown, Li Jiu-wei received a message from Yu Ruonan, inviting her to meet at a bar.

[Li Jiu-wei, I know who the other two men were that night. If you want to know, come to the bar.]

Li Jiu-wei stared at the screen and replied: [All right.]

She sent a message to Shen Tang as well, and immediately received a call. “Weiwei, don’t go—it could be a trap.”