Quick Travel: Redeem the Villain

At this time, a stray cat approached him, and Feng Ye waved his hands impatiently to drive it away. However, the cat did not leave, but rubbed against his legs and meowed.

Feng Ye bent down and picked up the cat, and whispered, "Even you are pitying me?"

Su Wenzhu in the room couldn't concentrate on the documents for a long time. He wanted to accompany Feng Ye to go abroad, but the crisis facing the Su family was too great. If he left, the company would collapse completely and the family would be humiliated.

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Four years later, Feng Ye woke up from Su Wenzhu's bed on the afternoon of the second day after he returned to China.

Feng Ye dragged his body, which was sore and covered with bruises and scars as if it had been bitten by millions of ants, and slowly walked into the bathroom. The piercing pain somewhere made him gasp. After finally finishing washing up, he staggered out of the bedroom.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to be burning with rage, staring at the figure who was cooking porridge.

"Su Wenzhu, you beast!!" Feng Ye's voice was deafening, as if it was going to overturn the entire house.

Su Wenzhu came out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming, fragrant lean meat porridge. She put the porridge on the table, raised her head, and said to Feng Ye, "I made your favorite lean meat porridge."

"Humph! I want to drink the wine you brew every day!"

Su Wenzhu was suddenly stunned, with a trace of guilt in his eyes: "Xiao Ye, I have something to tell you..."

A few minutes later……

An uncontrollable rage continued to accumulate in Feng Ye's chest like a surging tide, as if it would break through its restraints and burst out at any time.

Feng Ye stared at Su Wenzhu and said word by word: "You stay in City A. As long as I am here, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can solve them!"

"Xiao Ye, I'm sorry..."

"grass!"

Feng Ye rushed to Su Wenzhu with an angry face. There was a dull "bang" and Su Wenzhu's back hit the hard wall.

"Are you kidding me? Huh?" Feng Ye squeezed out these words from between his teeth. At this moment, he had lost his mind, and his heart was filled with endless anger after being deceived.

"sorry."

"I've endured four years and finally came back, but you're leaving again! Su Wenzhu, how could you do this to me?!"

"Feel sorry……"

"Fuck you sorry! Fuck you sorry!!"

Feng Ye was so angry that he almost laughed: "Does it mean in your eyes that as long as you wave your hand, I have to come to you obediently like a dog; and when you don't need me, you only need to wave your hand gently and I have to go away?" Feng Ye's voice trembled slightly with excitement, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with uncontrollable grief and pain.

Su Wenzhu suddenly pulled Feng Ye into her arms and hugged him tightly: "No, no, Xiaoye, I... I love you..."

Feng Ye's body was shaking violently with anger, and he was trying desperately to break free. At this moment, his eyes had turned red.

"I will always be the one you can give up at will!" Feng Ye shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of despair and unwillingness. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

"Let me go!" Feng Ye continued to roar, trying his best to push the person in front of him. However, the opponent's strength far exceeded his, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.