Guo Yan exchanged a few quiet words with Madam Gong before leaving.
Feng Zhi picked up his phone and placed a call to Wei Chen.
"President Feng," Wei Chen answered immediately.
"Have you gotten any information?" Feng Zhi asked as he sat on the sofa, crossing his long legs calmly.
"Yes, President Feng," Wei Chen replied without hesitation. "The attacker is also a model—like her—but from my investigation, she's lower in status. A B-list model."
"What's her name?"
"Jun Xinyi."
"I want a full copy of her information," Feng Zhi said coldly. "Everything about her."
He hung up.
Wei Chen exhaled softly the moment the call ended. Working for President Feng always felt like a cold knife pressed against his throat—one wrong move and it would cut.
Feng Zhi rose from the sofa and headed toward the bedroom. On the large bed lay a petite woman, breathing softly in deep sleep.
She only has a sharp mouth, he smirked inwardly.
The Next Day
Ling Mei slowly opened her eyes—only to be greeted by darkness.
Her brows furrowed.
This definitely wasn't her bedroom. She could never afford to live in a place this dark—it felt like a torture room. Hmph. Whoever owned this place had terrible taste.
A sudden headache struck her, and memories of the previous night came rushing back.
Jun Xinyi.
The wooden bats.
The cruel smile plastered on Jun Xinyi's face as she ordered the other young models to hit her.
Ling Mei tried to move her hand.
Pain exploded through her body.
A sharp yelp escaped her lips.
Only then did she remember—her hands were badly injured. Panic surged through her chest as she silently prayed that her face was unharmed. If Jun Xinyi had succeeded in ruining her face… she wouldn't be able to live with it.
Another thought struck her.
Where was she?
This definitely wasn't a hospital.
Yan Yi must have called her phone countless times by now. Her grandfather too.
Taking a deep breath, Ling Mei carefully slid off the bed. After several struggles, she managed to stand. As she tried to adjust her vision to the dark room—
The door suddenly opened.
Someone walked in.
Her senses sharpened instantly. Fear wrapped tightly around her heart.
"Who's there?" she asked, her soft voice echoing in the room.
The lights switched on abruptly. Ling Mei squinted, struggling against the sudden brightness.
Then she saw him.
Her eyes widened.
President Feng Zhi.
Shock froze her in place.
How on earth did she end up here?
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. Did he send Jun Xinyi to beat her up? No—that wasn't possible. If he had, she would have mentioned it.
Then how did he find her?
And how did he bring her here?
"Did you have a good night's rest?" Feng Zhi asked casually, his sharp gaze scanning her from head to toe.
Ling Mei stared at him, stunned.
Did this rude man just ask her how she slept?
"What am I doing here?" she demanded, ignoring his question. "Where am I?"
Feng Zhi found her reaction oddly amusing.
"You're quite rude, Miss Ling," he replied, deliberately ignoring her question as well.
Ling Mei felt anger swell in her chest. Getting angry this early in the morning wasn't her style—but somehow, this big, arrogant man always found a way to get on her nerves.
"Tsk…" she scoffed. "President Feng, you wouldn't want the media spreading false rumors, would you?"
She met his gaze directly, unflinching.
Feng Zhi chuckled softly.
Not only was this young miss rude—she even dared to threaten him.
Interesting.
"Freshen up," he said calmly. "Breakfast is ready."
With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him with effortless grace.