Chapter 65: Yan Feng... Has Gone Mad

Suddenly, Xia Ling found her throat gripped tightly.

For a moment, she couldn’t react at all. She had no idea why Yan Feng, who had just been so composed, would change his attitude so abruptly. She had never seen Yan Feng like this before.

Yan Feng was the son of a wealthy family, but he prided himself on his heritage, carrying the dignity and pride of a noble lineage. Rarely seen among others of his background, he was humble and gentle, striving to better himself without any of the usual vices of spoiled heirs. For three years, he had cared for Xia Ling with exquisite tenderness, showering her with affection and indulgence.

Never had Xia Ling witnessed him so deranged.

At this moment, Yan Feng was like a wild beast gone mad, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. The veins on his neck stood out, a testament to his extreme anger. His fingers tightened ever more sharply, all traces of his usual gentlemanly demeanor vanished, replaced only by a furious, hateful intensity.

Xia Ling felt as though her neck would snap. For an instant, her mind went blank, her face flushed red, and she struggled for breath.

“Let go… let go of me, Yan Feng… you’ve lost your mind.”

Xia Ling had no way to consider why Yan Feng had suddenly gone mad. She could only struggle instinctively, pounding Yan Feng’s shoulder with her fists.

“Yan Feng, let go… the baby, you can’t… hurt… the baby…”

At the mention of the baby, Yan Feng finally regained a shred of reason. He released Xia Ling.

Once freed, Xia Ling clung to the car window, coughing violently. After a few seconds, she finally turned around, tears streaming down her face as though she had suffered a grievous injustice, terror and unease still lingering in her eyes.

She didn’t know what had happened, but her intuition told her something was terribly wrong.

She feigned a pitiful look, grabbing Yan Feng’s sleeve. “Ah Feng, what’s happened to you? Did I do something wrong? Whatever mistake I made, it’s because I love you too much. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

Yan Feng looked at her, finally seeing through her act and feigned innocence.

“Xia Ling, I will never believe your tears again!”

With that, Yan Feng wrenched his hand free of her grasp.

The next second, he flung open the car door and ran out.

Yan Feng sprinted wildly, reentering the Cloudtop Restaurant. His thoughts were tangled and chaotic, memories surging like a tsunami. Yet in his heart, there was a sudden clarity.

Everything made sense. All the past misunderstandings had been engineered by Xia Ling. All those events that made him loathe and resent Jiang Ciyou were traps set by Xia Ling.

And he, foolishly, had fallen for them, standing against Jiang Ciyou.

At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to see Jiang Ciyou. He didn’t know how he would explain himself, what he would say.

Would he tell her that he had always loved her, deep down? That he had never forgotten her for a single moment? That everything that had happened between them was a tragic misunderstanding?

Would he ask her… to return to his side?

These thoughts flashed through Yan Feng’s mind. He had no idea what he should say. But one thing was certain: Yan Feng’s heart was consumed by a single desire.

He wanted to see Jiang Ciyou.

Immediately. No delay.

He didn’t want to waste a single second.

Yan Feng rushed into the Cloudtop’s main hall, then entered the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed and the floors climbed higher, Yan Feng’s heart grew heavier.

Soon, the elevator stopped at the entrance to the 87th floor banquet hall.

He knew Jiang Xiaoxiao’s birthday party was still ongoing. Jiang Ciyou should still be inside.

But when Yan Feng entered, he was nearly stunned.

The once-crowded banquet hall now held only a handful of people. Jiang Jinhui and a group of Jiang family relatives were scolding Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was crying and protesting, thoroughly unwilling.

Yan Feng paused for a moment, then walked forward.

He approached Jiang Jinhui and the others, suppressing his emotions. “Where is Xiaoyou?”

Neither Jiang Jinhui nor Yao Shulan had expected Yan Feng to return. After all, everything that happened today at the Jiang family was closely tied to him.

Jiang Jinhui, seeing him, was furious. “Yan Feng, what are you doing back here? We watched you grow up, cared for you like our own son. But how did you treat us? You let down Ciyou, found someone with dubious intentions, even led Xiaoxiao astray. You’ve brought disgrace to our Jiang family.”

Yan Feng had no patience for these words. He only wanted to find Jiang Ciyou as quickly as possible.

“Uncle Jiang, it’s all my fault. I will make amends, but where is Ciyou? Tell me, where is Jiang Ciyou right now?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao noticed the suppressed, turbulent anger in Yan Feng’s eyes, still smoldering. She thought Yan Feng had come to settle scores with Jiang Ciyou.

She pulled a sour face and said loudly, “Jiang Ciyou is now on the 88th floor of Cloudtop. The Prince is throwing a lavish birthday party for her. Yan Feng, I know you don’t care about my sister, but she’s your wife. She’s been fooling around outside, flirting with men everywhere. Don’t you feel humiliated?”

A few days ago, Jiang Xiaoxiao had accidentally discovered Jiang Ciyou on a date with a pretty boy.

She had immediately sent their ambiguous photos to Yan Feng.

She had expected a storm to erupt, but nothing happened at all.

Yan Feng truly didn’t love Jiang Ciyou, but as a man, surely he wouldn’t like to be cuckolded.

Sure enough, Yan Feng’s expression grew even darker.

He gave Jiang Xiaoxiao a cold glance, then turned and left.

Meanwhile, the dome banquet hall on the 88th floor was bustling with excitement.

Although the party had been hastily ordered by the Prince, the entire staff of Cloudtop Restaurant had come together to arrange an impressive event, as if it had been meticulously prepared in advance.

There was a cold buffet area, with a massive rectangular table draped in white satin, covered in exquisite dishes and desserts. Towers of champagne rose everywhere, flowers adorned every corner, and the air was scented with intoxicating fragrance.

Even the band performing in the banquet hall was the internationally acclaimed rising star, recently awarded a top prize.

In the center of the hall was a huge dance floor. With the music playing, many guests were dancing gracefully.

Bo Jinxiu and Jiang Ciyou were among them.

Jiang Ciyou had changed into a new outfit.

A blazing red dress hugged her waist perfectly, exposing a sliver of snowy back. Her skin seemed almost translucent.

She and Bo Jinxiu weren’t dancing an elegant waltz, but a passionate, fiery tango.

In her student days, Jiang Ciyou had once dazzled everyone with her dancing. She had trained in delicate ballet since childhood, but preferred modern and Latin dances.

It had been a long time since she’d danced, yet as the music began, her body’s memory awakened instantly.

She hadn’t known Bo Jinxiu could dance as well.

Moreover, they shared an uncanny harmony.

Whether it was long steps, sidesteps, spins, leaps, or pauses, they matched perfectly, as if they had danced a thousand times together.

And for reasons she couldn’t explain, dancing with him, Jiang Ciyou felt a strange sense of familiarity.

A vague shadow flashed through her mind.

But before she could grasp it, the wave of memory swept it back into the depths of her mind.