“You have been killed by your enemy, Ren Woxing.”
When Fengguang heard this system message, she was utterly dumbfounded. But soon after, she realized it was only fitting—after all, he was her enemy. Who else would he kill if not her?
Normally, she would have been indignant, but at that moment, she suddenly felt that caring too much was pointless.
Ren Woxing approached Zhao Xiaolu and asked, “Are you alright?”
Zhao Xiaolu pushed him away. “Why did you kill Wanyang?”
Though her first impression of Wanyang had been that of an untouchable princess—distant and difficult to approach—Zhao Xiaolu now considered her a friend.
Sensing her rejection, Ren Woxing shifted awkwardly, stepping back. In a calm voice, he explained, “She killed you.”
“She didn’t kill me!” Zhao Xiaolu shouted. “I was being corpse-camped by two people, and she was the one who helped me! Ren Woxing, you idiot!”
He froze slightly, then looked to the side, realizing that Fengguang’s body had already disappeared. In his focus on Zhao Xiaolu, he hadn’t even noticed the system’s message that his enemy had logged off.
Meanwhile, Fengguang climbed out of her gaming pod, thinking to herself, Good thing I logged off quickly—otherwise, that petty, vengeful man would’ve force-fed me another Duanmai Pill.
From her study door, she could hear a commotion, along with Aunt Lin’s voice. Fengguang walked over and opened the door, only to find Aunt Lin struggling to pull the collar of Da Huang, the large golden retriever, to drag him away.
As soon as Da Huang saw Fengguang, he let out a howl and leaped toward her. Aunt Lin, being older and not very strong, couldn’t hold him back at all.
“What’s going on?” Fengguang squatted down, petting Da Huang’s soft fur.
“Miss, these past few days Uncle Fang has been taking Da Huang for walks, but Da Huang hasn’t seen you in a while. Today, he somehow broke free from his leash and ran straight here. I was just trying to take him back so he wouldn’t disturb you.”
“No need,” Fengguang said, scratching Da Huang’s neck, where the fur was soft. The large dog, delighted, stuck out his tongue and licked her several times. “Poor thing, I’ve been neglecting you recently. Alright, I’ll take you for a walk today.”
“Woof woof!” Da Huang barked excitedly.
Fengguang picked up the leash. “Aunt Lin, if Xia Tian comes out, tell her I’m taking Da Huang for a walk.”
“Yes, miss.”
Instead of walking around the Xia family’s estate, Fengguang had the driver take her and Da Huang to the scenic riverside park. Although the paparazzi no longer focused on her family, there was always the possibility that some tabloid reporter might be hiding in the shadows. After a ten-minute drive, they arrived at the riverside, where the view was beautiful, and it was peaceful with few people around, unlike the busy city center during rush hour. Fengguang loved this quiet, serene spot. As soon as they got there, Da Huang bolted like a mad dog, dragging her along. She couldn’t help but wonder who was walking whom—was she walking the dog, or was the dog walking her?
Panting and gripping the railing of a bridge, Fengguang said, “Da Huang, I can’t run anymore. Take it easy, will you?”
“Woof woof!” Da Huang wagged his tail happily as if he thought it was all just a game with his favorite human. He didn’t care if it was exhausting.
“Hey, Da Huang!” Fengguang exclaimed as she was pulled along again. When they reached the center of the bridge, she abruptly tightened the leash, forcing Da Huang to stop. Squinting, she noticed a figure standing by the edge of the bridge. “Da Huang, do you think that person is about to jump?”
Da Huang seemed to notice too, letting out a loud bark.
Though Fengguang wasn’t usually the most compassionate person, when it came to matters of life and death, she couldn’t ignore it. Seeing the person stretch their hand over the railing, she immediately let go of Da Huang’s leash. “Da Huang! Go tackle them!”
Obeying her command, Da Huang sprinted off like a flash of lightning and, with incredible speed, tackled the person to the ground. The man, startled and trying to fend off the large dog, was then pinned down again by something softer—a body.
As he tried to push the dog away, his hand accidentally landed on two small but notably soft… buns.