Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1265: The Story of Ling and Heng (528)

Feng Ling really wanted to kill her.

She could not bear to see her.

At the thought of the huge fire at the seaside of Malibu, and Qin Qiu being pushed out of the emergency room with a white cloth, she wanted to kill Feng Mingzhu on the spot.

After multiple mental tortures, Feng Mingzhu felt as though she was facing the threat of death at any moment. She was already on the verge of breaking down, and tears were streaming down her face. She held onto her own clothes with both hands, but her eyes were full of fear. She did not even have the strength to stand up.

Feng Ling held the gun in her hand tightly and looked at her. Her every word was cold and clear. "I promised Li Nanheng that I won't do anything illegal and won't make him worry. I won't take your life. Keep it and slowly wear it down in the cold prison."

Feng Mingzhu shivered and stared at her in disbelief. "What are you going to do? The law of America doesn't give you the death penalty! Feng Ling, if you dare…"

The cold muzzle suddenly pressed against her forehead. Feng Ling stepped forward, bent down, and pressed the muzzle against her. She said indifferently, "There is no death penalty in the law. I do have one here. Unfortunately, death is too easy. Why don't you stay in prison for the rest of your life? I'll make you regret and torture you every day and night for killing your own parents."

Feng Mingzhu opened her mouth. "You…"

At this moment, Feng Ling put away her gun. Her eyes were no longer on her. She turned around and walked away expressionlessly. After taking a few steps, she said coldly, "Take her away."

Behind her was Feng Mingzhu screaming in fear as she was pulled up by the members of XI Base. Feng Ling quickly walked out of the airport hall, her hand still in her pocket. She had been suppressing her anger and was afraid that if she couldn't control herself, she would really kill Feng Mingzhu.

She was well aware of how strong her desire to kill Feng Mingzhu was.

Her hands were trembling.

She endured until the tip of her tongue hurt from her bite. She tasted her blood spreading in her mouth. Only then did she calm down. She put the safety belt of the gun in her pocket back on, in case she accidentally hurt herself or the people accompanying her.

Feng Mingzhu was pushed into the car and kept screaming. Feng Ling did not turn back but looked at the blue sky above the airport.

It had been a long time since she last looked at the sky like this. Her life in the forest had always been surrounded by dense trees. Although there was some sunlight occasionally, it was not much. It had been a long time since she had seen such a clean, blue sky.

…

Feng Ling returned to the hospital. As she had promised, she brought Feng Mingzhu back and sent her to the police station. Feng Mingzhu had been agitated by the death of her parents and was speaking incoherently, but all the evidence was on her alone. As long as she handed it over to the police, there was no need to worry about not being able to find out what method she used to set the forest on fire.

There were only a few people left in the hospital.

The two elders of the Feng family had been stimulated and had been accompanied by a psychiatrist. Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng were both in the mortuary. Feng Ling didn't know what else she could do in this place, so after entering the hospital, she didn't go in. Instead, she sat on a bench by the side of the hall, unmoving.

Li Nanheng learned that she had returned but didn't wait for her to go upstairs. Not long after, he learned from the members of the base that she was sitting on the first floor in a daze and went downstairs.

He was walking on the escalator, facing Feng Ling.

The man approached step by step. Feng Ling's gaze was also fixed in that direction, but she seemed to have lost focus as if she didn't see anything. It was clear that she had fallen into a trance.

Feeling the familiar scent, Feng Ling's eyes moved and she regained some energy. She raised her eyes to meet Li Nanheng's gaze.

The man had already walked up to her and looked down at her.

"I didn't kill her," Feng Ling said stiffly and mechanically.

Li Nanheng reached out and caressed her face. "I know."

All the walls and thorns on her body gradually collapsed by instinct in front of him. Feng Ling pressed her head against his chest and whispered, "I don't know what else I can do. The Feng family is in a mess right now. I didn't want to have anything to do with the people in this family, but I can't control myself now. I really feel terrible."

Li Nanheng gently patted her shoulder. "I'm here."

Feng Ling pressed her head against his firm abdomen, closed her eyes, and raised her hands to silently hold him. After a long while, she asked in a low voice, "What should I do next?"

She didn't know if her feelings were wrong, but she seemed to feel that after a few seconds of silence, Li Nanheng touched the top of her head. "Deal with Mrs. Feng and Mr. Feng's funeral first. After sending them away, I'll tell you what you should do."

At this time, Feng Ling trusted Li Nanheng unconditionally and believed that everything he did for her would develop in a good direction. She also knew that he would definitely plan a good situation for her. Everything would be arranged according to her.

But the house in the jungle was gone.

She hugged him tightly and said hoarsely, "In the future… I…"

Li Nanheng's voice interrupted her 'next time.' He said gently, "You haven't slept well these days. We'll deal with the funeral tomorrow. Go to sleep first. I'll accompany you."

Feng Ling nodded. Just as she was about to stand up, the man hugged her. Before she could react, he lifted her up by the waist. She was startled. The moment the man lifted her up, she turned to meet his gaze. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at his face and his dark, determined eyes that seemed to be able to protect her from any harm.

At this moment, she suddenly felt lucky that she had endured it. She didn't like to cause trouble for Li Nanheng.

Although she knew that even if she killed Feng Mingzhu at the airport, Li Nanheng still had the ability to protect her, she didn't want to cause him any trouble.

Li Nanheng hoped that she would be safe and sound. He didn't want her to get involved in these troublesome matters. Looking at the man's cold and clean side profile, Feng Ling finally felt tired. She closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder, letting him carry her to the breakroom.