Volume One, Chapter One Hundred Forty-Four
"I heard you were injured?" Wind Blade asked Zhao Fu coldly.
Zhao Fu nodded cautiously. "Just a minor injury."
Wind Blade asked, "Did you get any useful information?"
Zhao Fu shook his head.
Wind Blade snorted coldly, seized Zhao Fu by the throat with one hand, pinned him against the wall, and began bullying him again.
Afterward.
Wind Blade said coldly to Zhao Fu on the floor, "Get dressed quickly. You're coming somewhere with me."
Zhao Fu asked, "Where are we going?"
Wind Blade raised her hand and slapped Zhao Fu across the face. "I told you not to ask about things you shouldn't. Have you still not remembered?"
Feeling the burning pain on his face, Zhao Fu thought, That stinking woman—I'll teach her a proper lesson later. No one has ever dared to hit me like this.
Still, Zhao Fu put on a pitiful expression and quickly got dressed.
Wind Blade led Zhao Fu to a hidden room, where more than thirty beautiful married women of varying looks and temperaments were already gathered.
Seeing Zhao Fu's appearance, the women all exclaimed in amazement.
"I've lived this long, and I've never seen such a perfect man. I almost suspect there's something wrong with my eyes."
"Mm, me too. When I heard about it this morning, I didn't quite believe it. Only now that I've seen him with my own eyes do I understand."
"My heart is beating so fast. This man is simply a treasure among men—I like him so much."
"If people knew the Feng Family had obtained such a perfect man, they would probably start a war to snatch him away. Not a single woman could resist his charm."
"If I could have a taste of him, I'd do anything."
"I want