I forced myself to stay calm, my movements stiff as I got out of Feng Feng's cool Haval H5. After taking a deep breath, I desperately suppressed the anger that was about to erupt inside me, lest I lose control on the spot.
Next, my gaze involuntarily turned to Yang Fei, who was arguing fiercely with Feng Feng, her face red with anger.
At this moment, Yang Fei angrily jumped out of her luxurious BMW 740LI Leading Edition.
The next second after landing, she unhesitatingly threw the exquisite LV handbag in her hand towards Feng Feng's head, and furiously pointed at Feng Feng's nose, cursing, "Are you brain-dead! Didn't you hear the cars behind you honking, trying to pass? But you, instead of yielding, deliberately blocked them!"
Seeing that Yang Fei seemed to be about to raise her slender and fair jade-like hands, and fiercely slap Feng Feng's right cheek. However, at this critical moment, I didn't feel any pity for Feng Feng.
After all, Feng Feng was a burly, imposing man, towering at one meter ninety-one! Not only did he have enviable six-pack abs, but because he had been exercising and working out regularly, his biceps were particularly thick and well-developed.
How could such a muscular man be afraid of Yang Fei's attack, a mere weak woman?
If Yang Fei's slender, white right hand hit his stubbled right face, what if she got hurt? I would feel heartache.
Ah, pui, pui, pui, how could I be so depraved and heartless? In a blink, Yang Fei's right hand was about to land on Feng Feng's right cheek.
Feng Feng had intended to avoid a fight with a woman, reason with her, and then slip away. But he had just been hit on the head with a handbag in public, losing face and attracting a crowd of onlookers.
Now, he was about to be slapped again. Feng Feng finally snapped and grabbed Yang Fei's right hand before it could land.
A scream pierced the air as Yang Fei began to struggle. She looked at the man who was firmly holding her right hand with alarm. With her other hand, she put all her strength into a flurry of punches, as if performing a meteor fist, striking Feng Feng while erupting with volcanic emotions, shouting, "Bastard, you hit a woman? Pui, you're such trash."
Feng Feng just let Yang Fei vent her anger, but he held onto her right hand firmly, refusing to let go.
I watched silently from the side, observing Yang Fei who was already completely flustered.
I realized that she was exceptionally beautiful today. Already possessing a pure and sweet appearance, she was wearing a red coat today, making her look so vibrant and beautiful. Especially her bright and expressive eyes, like two dazzling meteors, deeply etched across my heart.
It left me unable to clear my head for a long time. If it were possible, how wonderful it would be if she could become my girlfriend.
I was immediately jolted awake by that thought. How could I even think like that? I clearly loved Mi Xinxin. How could I start eyeing other women before figuring out why she left me?
I heard Yang Fei yell again, but her tone wasn't as intense as before. "Damn it! Let go of me, you bastard! It hurts!"
Clearly, at this moment, Yang Fei realized that she couldn't escape from the burly man in front of her on her own.
Seeing this, I rushed over to them without hesitation and quickly pried Feng Feng's right hand away from Yang Fei. Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief and pulled back her right hand. She saw that her delicate, jade-like wrist had been pinched red by Feng Feng. Feeling heartbroken, she gently rubbed the injured area.
When she looked up, intending to scold the person who dared to treat her like this, she realized that her gaze met mine. Her eyes were filled with shock for a moment, but it quickly turned into anger.
"You scoundrel! I didn't expect you two to be in cahoots! One peeking at a virtuous woman, and the other hitting a woman. Are there any more shameless and despicable men in the world?" Yang Fei questioned angrily.
Yang Fei was pointing at me, and her beautiful, fair face had turned red, presumably because she was very angry. More and more onlookers gathered, and there were all sorts of discussions.
"Oh, you two young men, fighting with a girl, aren't you ashamed? Hurry up and apologize to the girl." The speaker was an old man of about 50 years old, who seemed to be trying to mediate.
Feng Feng and I were well aware that in this age of the internet, if someone posted a video online of us, two grown men, arguing with a woman, we'd be condemned by thousands.
So, Feng Feng and I gave Yang Fei a apologetic smile and quickly apologized. But who knew, this woman didn't accept the apology at all, instead leaving us with "Two lunatics" before driving off.
The onlookers, seeing that there was no more excitement, dispersed, leaving only Feng Feng and I in a state of bewilderment.
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