177: Chapter 177 Meeting Wang Feng

He was the one who saved Elder Ye; Ye Hongyuan owed him a life.

He knew exactly what Ye Xueying felt for him.

To be honest, Wang Feng's threat carried no weight.

He only came today to see what she was actually up to.

Wang Yang pushed open the car door and stepped out.

He was dressed very simply today.

A black crew-neck sweatshirt, dark gray casual pants, and a pair of white sneakers.

There were no logos on him, but the fabric and cut were excellent. They looked clean and sharp on him, making him appear tall and spirited.

He closed the car door, pressed the key fob, and walked toward the hotel lobby.

...

Upon entering the lobby, he didn't stop at the front desk and walked straight to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened; he stepped inside and pressed the floor button.

As the elevator ascended floor by floor, Wang Yang leaned against the wall with an expressionless face.

With a ding, the elevator arrived.

The hallway was carpeted, and the wall lamps cast a warm yellow light; it was very quiet.

He walked to the room number Wang Feng had sent him.

He was about to knock when he realized the door wasn't fully closed, leaving a small crack.

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow, pushed the door open, and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

With a click, the lock engaged.

The curtains in the room were drawn tight, and only a single bedside lamp was on, casting a dim, suggestive light.

Wang Feng was standing by the bed.

She had clearly dressed up specifically for today.

She wore a black silk slip nightgown that clung thinly to her body.

The neckline was cut very low, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage.

The hem was very short, barely covering the tops of her thighs, and her legs were clad in thin, sheer black stockings.

They gave off a faint luster under the dim light.

She wore a pair of black stiletto heels, which made the lines of her calves look even more slender.

Her hair was down, with large waves cascading over her shoulders, and her face was meticulously made up.

Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick, as vibrant as a blooming rose.

A woman in her forties, she was extremely well-maintained; her skin was fair and delicate, and even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were hardly visible.

Her figure was beyond reproach—full in the right places, slender where it should be, with a waist that could be encircled by a single hand.

The curve of her breasts strained against the neckline of her nightgown, nearly spilling out.

Standing there, she exuded the unique charm of a mature woman and a deliberate sense of provocation.

Wang Yang leaned against the door, arms crossed over his chest, looking at her without saying a word.

Wang Feng spoke first.

“Wang Yang, you're here.”

Her voice was deliberately softened, carrying a hint of raspiness as if she had practiced it.

Wang Yang didn't respond, only watched her.

Wang Feng took a step forward, her heels making no sound on the carpet.

“I asked you here today because I want to talk to you.”

Wang Yang finally spoke, his voice very flat.

“Talk about what?”

Wang Feng bit her lip, her posture resembling that of a wronged, fragile woman.

“My husband, my son, and my elder brother... they've all been sent away because of you.”

Wang Yang smiled slightly.

“They committed crimes themselves; what does that have to do with me?”

Wang Feng's eyes reddened, and she took another step forward.

“Wang Yang, I know it was you. The Ye family acted because of you. I beg of you, please let them go, okay? I'll apologize to you, I'll admit my mistakes, I'll do anything you want.”

Her voice carried a sob, making her look pitiable.

Wang Yang looked at her and said nothing.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Wang Feng's tone changed, taking on a hint of a threat.

“If you don't let them go, I'll tell the Ye family that you're dating several women at the same time.”

“You know exactly what Ye Xueying feels for you, don't you? If she knew you had so many other women outside, do you think she'd still stay with you?”

Wang Yang leaned against the door, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smile.

The smile was light, carrying a hint of disdain and mockery.

“Go ahead and tell them. Go right now.”

Wang Feng was stunned.

Wang Yang straightened up and took a step forward.

“Don't you have any idea what my relationship with the Ye family is? I saved Elder Ye. Ye Hongyuan owes me a life. And you're using this to threaten me?”

He gave a light snort.

“Do you think I'm afraid?”

Wang Feng's expression changed, her lips trembling as her previously pitiable facade began to crack.

She bit her lip, remaining silent for several seconds.

Then her shoulders slumped, as if something had been drained out of her.

“I... I have no other choice. I beg of you, let them go. As long as you're willing to let them go, I'm willing to do anything.”

Her voice had completely softened, filled with desperation.

Wang Yang looked at her and said nothing.

Wang Feng slowly walked over, her heels clicking on the carpet step by step.

When she reached Wang Yang, she slowly knelt down.

She rested her hands on his knees and looked up at him.

Her eyes were red, tears clung to her eyelashes, and her lips were slightly parted.

The bright red lipstick looked exceptionally vivid under the dim light.

“Wang Yang, I really have no other way. Just take pity on me, okay?”

Her hands slowly moved up from his knees, her fingertips grazing his thighs.

She leaned forward slightly, the curves of her chest pressing against his legs.

Through the thin silk nightgown, that soft sensation was clearly transmitted.

Wang Yang looked down at her.

To be honest, Wang Feng was indeed a very attractive woman.

In her forties, she looked as if she were in her early thirties with her fair skin and great figure.

The fullness of her breasts was such that the nightgown could barely contain them.

Yet her waist was very thin, and her buttocks appeared rounded and firm beneath the silk.

Combined with her deliberate dressing—black stockings on long legs, silk nightgown, stilettos, and red lips.

She exuded a mature, purposeful seductiveness from her very core.

Wang Yang did feel a bit of an itch, a bit of restlessness.

He wasn't a saint.

A woman with such a great figure was kneeling before him, wearing black stockings, with her chest pressed against his legs.

Her hands were gently stroking his legs, and she was looking up at him with that kind of gaze.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.

Besides, it was being delivered right to his door.

It would be a waste not to take what was offered.

Since the other party wanted it, then he had to give it to her.

Wang Yang looked down at her, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smile.

“You said you're willing to do anything?”

Wang Feng's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

“I am. As long as you're willing to let them go, I'll do anything.”

Her hands continued to move upward, her fingertips reaching his waist.

Wang Yang reached out, pinched her chin, and tilted her face up.

“Then let me see just what kind of skills you have.”

A glint flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.

She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head.

Wang Yang leaned against the door, looking down at her.

Her hair fell around the sides of her face, swaying gently with her movements.

One strap of her nightgown slipped down, revealing most of her fair shoulder and the soft curve of her breast.

The bright red lipstick was particularly striking in the dim light.

The room was very quiet, with only faint sounds.