The McLaren quickly drove out of the Jingshui District villa area.
While waiting at a red light, Song Yunyi was about to ask him to drop her off at the intersection when Feng Cheng received a phone call.
He switched the phone to his other hand and tapped the display with his knuckles, signaling her to enter the address into the navigation.
“No need, you can just pull over—”
The moment she opened her mouth, Feng Cheng furrowed his brows, seemingly annoyed by the interruption.
Seeing this, Song Yunyi didn’t push it. She decisively canceled the ride order and entered the name of the boxing gym into the navigation.
Feng Cheng glanced at the destination, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, but he said nothing and simply flicked on his turn signal to head that way.
The car was quiet, with only Feng Cheng’s occasional English phrases breaking the silence.
As Song Yunyi relaxed, the coach’s words from the boxing gym came back to her, and a belated wave of unease and guilt washed over her.
How could Feng Qiyue be involved in underground boxing?
But it was the only explanation that made sense of all the mysteries surrounding him.
The old scars on his face.
And that thirty thousand.
He was clearly underage—how could a minor earn that much money through legitimate channels? And he had no family either.
How could she have overlooked something so crucial?
Regardless of who he really was, the fact remained that he had genuinely helped her.
But what had she done?
She had been aggressive and confrontational, letting him run away without even searching for him.
Remorse and guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders. Her eyes grew hot with tears, and she hastily raised her hand to cover her face, biting her lip hard to keep herself composed.
Suddenly, a melodious piano piece filled her ears. Song Yunyi froze and looked up at the driver’s seat.
She realized Feng Cheng had finished his call at some point.
He kept his eyes on the road ahead and said flatly, “The stereo’s acting up.”
Song Yunyi wasn’t stupid. “…Thank you.”
Whether it was the piano music or not, her taut nerves began to ease slightly.
She felt a flicker of warmth—maybe he wasn’t as cold and unapproachable as the rumors suggested.
“Since you’ve listened to it, you don’t mind paying for it, right?” Feng Cheng glanced at her with a hint of a smile.
Song Yunyi instinctively raised her hand to cover her ears.
She’d spoken too soon in her reflection.
Did he make his fortune through extortion? He’d extorted her twice today—twice!
Even the most patient person would lose their temper when money was involved.
“I didn’t hear anything just now!” Song Yunyi couldn’t help but shoot him a glare.
But Feng Cheng caught her in the act.
Song Yunyi: “…”
“Lawyer Song, you rode in my car, listened to my music, and now you’re not only denying it but also glaring at me with that fierce expression. Do you think that’s appropriate?”
The car stopped at another red light. His tone was languid. “Doesn’t your conscience ache when you do things like this?”
Song Yunyi got tangled up in his words and actually reflected on herself for a moment.
She thought it over and honestly withdrew her glare. “Sorry, I just—”
“Just what? Are all lawyers this stiff when they apologize? And just because you apologize, I’m supposed to forgive you?”
How did this circle back to her profession again?
She noticed he really enjoyed commenting on her identity as a lawyer, but for now, she needed to go along with him to avoid being dumped on the side of the road by this young master in a fit of anger.
Hailing another ride now would take more time, and she couldn’t afford the delay.
She kept her face taut. “Then what do you want?”
She discreetly pulled out her phone to search for how much the McLaren’s stereo system was worth, but only got a bunch of results about the car model.
Her phone was well aware of her poverty—the prices of all those car models combined wouldn’t even cover the cost of one tire on this vehicle.
Song Yunyi pursed her lips and turned off her phone.
Feng Cheng seemed to have just asked casually, his tone nonchalant. “What’s the rush?”
Song Yunyi’s mood, which had just started to improve, plummeted instantly.
Given her usual personality, she would never share such personal matters. But her emotions had been building up, desperately seeking an outlet.
So she lowered her gaze. “A friend of mine got hurt.”
“A girl?”
Song Yunyi shook her head.
Feng Cheng’s brows drew together, his lazy demeanor fading.
Everyone in their circle knew.
After Gu Lianhuai let go of Qiao Shu, he started dating a particularly well-behaved top student.
She was beautiful, but she was an ice queen.
Except for the faint fake smile she wore whenever she was by Gu Lianhuai’s side, she was quiet at all other times. Unlike any other girl who clung to the powerful, she neither competed for attention nor acted coy—docile as a porcelain doll.
Over time, that fake smile had become etched onto her face; it was her armor.
Yet just now, that phone call had effortlessly torn her mask away.
His gaze darkened. He said nothing more, nor did he bring up the payment again. The only sound in the car was the gentle piano melody, playing over and over.