Priceless Baby's Super Daddy

He stepped on the marble table and smashed the glass display cabinet. The priceless blue and white porcelain and jade ornaments fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Even so, he did not stop. He smashed everything in the house that he could.

In the end, he stood in the ruins and felt even more helpless and terrified.

Ever since he was a child, no one had ever taught him how to deal with his problems with women. His relationship with his mother was incredibly strained, causing him to be more afraid of women than he was curious about them.

The only girl he cared about was the one who had saved him, Wen Ke'er. Other than that, he really did not know how to treat Qiao Ruoxi.

Qiao Ruoxi stood on the stairs leading to the second floor, still in the same position she had been pushed away by him just now. She had witnessed the man's madness with her own eyes.

He was like a lion that had been angered. In a short moment, he had turned the luxurious villa into ruins.

She looked at the mess on the floor and the lonely back of the man. At this moment, she felt extremely sad.

She had hurt him with her sharp words, which was equivalent to hurting herself.

She was really heartbroken!

After the fierce quarrel in the villa, the ear-piercing sound of smashing came again. Xiu Yi, who had been standing guard outside the door, exchanged worried looks with Auntie Jiang.

Feng Yunan was clearly worried about Qiao Ruoxi and was planning to go out personally to look for her. 'Now that Young Madam is back, shouldn't he be happy?'

'Why are they arguing again?'

Auntie Jiang was also deeply worried for the young master. It seemed that the quarrel this time was very serious. He had smashed all the furniture.

She seemed to have heard them say that they were not getting a divorce. Were they planning to break up?

Xiu Yi scratched his head and said, "Auntie Jiang, what if the president's EQ is getting lower?"

As long as the problem involved Qiao Ruoxi, Feng Yunan's EQ would drop below sea level.

Auntie Jiang nodded in agreement when she said that Feng Yunan had low EQ. She thought about it seriously and replied, "Why don't you help him apply for a dating training class?"

'What? Help the president sign up for a dating training class?'

'What a joke!'

If Feng Yunan knew about it, he would chop him up.

Xiu Yi quickly shook his head. "Auntie Jiang, your cooking is quite delicious, but your idea is really rotten!"

"You little brat!" Auntie Jiang raised her fist and pretended to hit him.

Xiu Yi dodged and asked, "Do you think we should help the president?"

"No one can help him," Auntie Jiang sighed. "He has to figure it out himself."

Feng Yunan was right. When it came to relationships, a bystander could see things more clearly. If Feng Yunan could not recognize his own feelings, it would be useless even if others talked about it.

Just as Huo Yunshen was about to urge Auntie Jiang to go in, the door opened and a man with a sullen look on his face came out.

"President!"

Feng Yunan shouted, but it was as if he did not hear anything. He went straight to the garage.

Not long after, a black Lamborghini rushed out of the garage like a beast and drove towards the door of the Ocean Pavilion.

Huo Yunshen looked at the Rolls-Royce in front of the fountain and then at the sports car that was leaving. He thought to himself, 'I'm finished.'

Feng Yunan did not take his usual car. Instead, he drove a sports car. He was going to go out and race to vent his anger.

'Why did the two of them quarrel just now? Why did they end up like this?'

'Why can't they sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk?'

After Feng Yunan left, Qiao Ruoxi felt as if her heart was empty. She slid down the handrail and sat on the steps. Then she buried her head in her knees and started to cry.

She really wanted to tell him that it was all Feng Yunan's fault.

It was because she loved him that she could not stand him being with another woman.

'I know my place. I have no right to pry into your heart. I am just a tool for giving birth.'

But was it a crime to love her?

'If you could love me too, even if it's just a little bit, I wouldn't be as sad as I am now.'

In a fit of anger, Feng Yunan drove his sports car out of the Pavilion of the Sea and sped on Binhai Avenue.

The black sports car was like a ghost, dragging its usual black tail as it shouted arrogantly.

After racing, he went to Yin Zun.

In the private room sat three handsome men: Tang Yebing, Yi Qingchen and Mu Qingheng.

Tang Yebing was Yin Zun's regular customer while Yi Qingchen was his boss. Mu Qingheng was Feng Yunan's business partner and the three of them were good friends.

They saw that Feng Yunan was here and pulled him over for a drink.

Feng Yunan sat down and drank half a bottle of wine.

The wine bottle smashed onto the table, causing the men to jump. One look at his face and they guessed that Feng Yunan must have encountered something troubling him today.

"Sigh, I say, wine is free. It's not like you to drink it like this, right? This wine is like a woman. You have to slowly taste it before it has a taste. Just by looking at the way you behave when you're drunk, I can tell that you must be a terrible person in bed."

Yi Qingchen, who was wearing a collar uniform, teased him.

He was a very low-profile person. He usually had no desires or desires. It was because he had a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. He would pinch it a few times every day for no reason. His friends said that he could immediately become a monk after shaving his head.

But all the girls who liked him said that he was a Buddhist Prince Charming.

Yi Qingchen rarely attended events like this, and not many people knew him. However, the Yi family was involved with the triads too, and the power behind them was huge and not to be underestimated.

Feng Yunan glanced at him and sneered, "No matter how bad I am in bed, I'm still better than you."

He was mocking him for being single and having the nerve to talk about sex in front of him.

"Hey, you're not kind at all. I'm treating you to a drink and you're making fun of me."

Yi Qingchen turned to Tang Yebing and said, "Old Tang, Old Mu, tell me, do you think it's easy for me to do this?"

Mu Qingheng had always been a man of few words. He clipped calmly, "Serves you right!"

Tang Yebing gloated. "Who told you to worry?"

"Okay, okay, okay. I was worrying for nothing. I was bored to death. I'll shut up."

Yi Qingchen downed his glass of wine.

Feng Yunan poured himself a glass and drank it too. Then he sighed deeply.

Yi Qingchen wasn't going to ask, but when he heard him sighing non-stop, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Young Master Feng? You're dating the nation's goddess, and you're occupying your dainty wife, enjoying the happiness of being married. What's there to sigh about?"

"Why are women so annoying?" Feng Yunan sighed.

"Which woman is bothering you? Wen Ke'er? Or is it Ruoxi?"

Feng Yunan did not say anything, as if he was tacitly agreeing.