Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Zhang Yide was taken aback. In his view, although Zhuo Feng'er had changed a lot from her past self, her long-standing animosity toward Liu Yiru would inevitably create some friction with Ye Fei. That was why he wanted to follow along and smooth things over, but Ye Fei insisted he didn't need to.

Despite his curiosity, Zhang Yide had grown accustomed to following Ye Fei's lead over the past while. He simply said, "Alright then, it's the office at the end of the third floor."

Following Zhang Yide's directions, Ye Fei arrived outside Zhuo Feng'er's office and knocked gently. He couldn't help but feel a wave of anticipation, wondering what kind of expression Zhuo Feng'er would have upon seeing him again.

"Come in!" Zhuo Feng'er's slightly husky, sexy voice floated out from inside, sending a shiver down Ye Fei's spine and making him recall that wild night. Unfortunately, Zhuo Feng'er had been completely unaware at the time, and he hadn't had the chance to truly savor this stunning beauty. He could only look forward to the future.

Pushing the door open gently, Ye Fei saw the beauty sitting there, intently reading through some documents. His breath caught in his throat. Zhuo Feng'er was an extraordinary beauty, one in a million.

Unlike his mother's usual dignified demeanor, Zhuo Feng'er had always exuded a sensual and alluring aura.

Now, having been transformed into a true woman by Ye Fei, she was even more radiant than before. Just sitting there, she radiated an intense allure that rivaled the female hunter who had schemed against him at the bar that night. He couldn't help but wonder if the two women were perhaps long-lost sisters, given their strikingly similar personalities and even their voices. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Seeing that it was Ye Fei who had entered, Zhuo Feng'er's face flushed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and said indifferently, "You're here?"

Noticing Zhuo Feng'er's expression, Ye Fei felt a surge of joy. It seemed she wasn't entirely indifferent to him; she just hid it well. Her acting career must have honed her skills in that regard.

Ye Fei offered a faint smile and instead of sitting on the guest sofa, he pulled up a chair to sit directly across from Zhuo Feng'er, looking straight into her enchanting face. "How's it going? Are you settling in okay?"

Feeling her heart race under his gaze, Zhuo Feng'er instinctively averted her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "It's okay, I guess. I'm not very familiar with all this stuff. It might take me a while to get used to it."

Although she didn't want to have any more dealings with the boy who had turned her into a woman, facing him, she found herself unable to hide anything. It was an instinctive trust and reliance that she couldn't control. Zhuo Feng'er attributed it all to the fact that he was Ye Lingyun's son.

In Zhuo Feng'er's eyes, Ye Fei saw a hint of exhaustion, realizing she likely hadn't slept all night. This made him feel a pang of sympathy and regretted deciding to bring her here. But he couldn't think of another way to give her a sense of purpose.

The look of tenderness in Ye Fei's eyes sent a slight shiver through Zhuo Feng'er. Unable to face it, she quickly changed the subject. "By the way, how did my assets get transferred back? Didn't I say I wanted to give them all to Lingyun?"

Ye Fei was taken aback by the question. He hadn't instructed Lingyun to return Zhuo Feng'er's assets. But recalling Lingyun's heart-wrenching cries that day, he quickly understood what had happened and recounted the events to her.

Listening to Ye Fei's account, Zhuo Feng'er's expression shifted several times before she let out a long sigh. "It's all my fault. Fortunately, he didn't lose himself and returned to his true self." Her tone was tinged with a sense of desolation.

"You could have too!" Ye Fei blurted out, though he was confident Zhuo Feng'er would understand what he meant.

Though it was a simple statement, it plunged Zhuo Feng'er into deep contemplation. Her thoughts drifted back to over a decade ago when she was carefree, frolicking and dreaming about the future with her good friend Yiru.

That was when she had been truly happy, wasn't it? But over these years, what had she done? Knowing full well that Yiru was blameless, she had forced herself to harbor resentment, making both of them miserable. Looking back, it felt like a nightmare.

"Can I?" Zhuo Feng'er looked at Ye Fei helplessly, her eyes filled with confusion.

"If you want to, you definitely can!" Ye Fei said, walking around the large desk to stand beside Zhuo Feng'er. He gently embraced her trembling form, which was a mix of nervousness and confusion, and began to stroke her smooth hair. At this moment, she was no longer the formidable businesswoman or the vengeful adversary; she was just a woman in need of comfort.

Zhuo Feng'er didn't resist Ye Fei's hug. Instead, she leaned into him quietly, her face taking on a wistful and contemplative expression. After a long while, she straightened up, and Ye Fei saw a newfound sense of sunshine in her demeanor.

"Can I meet your mom?" Zhuo Feng'er asked hopefully. On that stormy night, she had merely let go of her hatred. Now, she had truly found herself again. She couldn't wait to see Liu Yiru, to ask for her forgiveness, and to be the good friend she once was.

Seeing the expectant look in Zhuo Feng'er's eyes, Ye Fei's heart softened. He forgot about surprising his mom and simply nodded. "Sure, I'll take you to see her when I have time these next few days."

Seeing a mix of joy and nervousness in Zhuo Feng'er's expression, he gently reassured her, "Don't worry, my mom has never blamed you. In her heart, you've always been good friends."

Although he hadn't heard his mom say this, he knew her well enough to be certain she wouldn't hold a grudge over this. If she knew about his current relationship with Zhuo Feng'er, she would likely become even closer friends than they were in their youth.

"Thank you," Zhuo Feng'er said, feeling a warmth in her heart. This warmth scared her a little; she was afraid she might lose herself in his tenderness and stray from her true self.

But after years of seeing the coldness of the world, she couldn't help but subconsciously enjoy this caring attention. With a jumbled heart, she managed to utter just those two words.