Chapter 130: I Am Here to Till the Soil

Chapter 130: I'm Here to Till the Soil

Wang Meiling’s half-hearted resistance only served to ignite the fire within Ye Feng. Feeling a distinct reaction stirring beneath him, he chuckled, "If I let you go just because you told me to, wouldn't I lose all my dignity?" Ye Feng, determined to have his way, clearly had no intention of backing down.

"I—I am your girlfriend! You can't treat me like this!" Wang Meiling blurted out, a sudden thought occurring to her. However, she immediately realized the flaw in her logic; after all, it was only natural for a boyfriend to do such things to his girlfriend.

"Heh, you just admitted you're my girlfriend. Me holding you like this is only natural. Besides, since we're pretending to be a couple, we need to make it look convincing for your friends!" Ye Feng wasn't about to pass up such an opportunity, especially when Wang Meiling’s body felt so incredibly soft.

Wang Meiling felt as though she might faint. What kind of logic was that? There were no friends or classmates around; did they really need to act so realistically? Moreover, she could clearly feel the change in Ye Feng’s lower body—it was impossible to ignore. Heavens, why was he so... imposing? Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.

"As the saying goes, review the old to learn the new. We need constant practice to build our rapport, so we can be seamless in front of your friends later," Ye Feng said with a mischievous grin, intent on enjoying his advantage.

"Ah! Your hand!" If holding her wasn't enough, Wang Meiling noticed Ye Feng’s large hand beginning to slide across her slender waist, sending a wave of electric shivers through her. Ye Feng laughed, "I'm just checking to see if you're ticklish. I’ll need to hold your waist like this later so everyone can see our sweet relationship!"

Hearing this, Wang Meiling felt a sliver of logic in his words and allowed his hand to continue its mischief. Just then, a chime signaled the third floor. She let out a silent sigh of relief; if this had continued, there was no telling what else this scoundrel might do.

"Let's go, my dear Meiling," Ye Feng said tenderly, keeping his arm around her soft waist while blowing a warm breath against her ear. Wang Meiling couldn't help but tremble. This rogue—even now, he wouldn't stop teasing her.

Just then, Yue Feiya walked toward them. Upon seeing Wang Meiling’s pure and lovely face, he seemed to surge with adrenaline and rushed over. "Meiling, why are you only just arriving? We’ve been waiting for ages! You’re looking more beautiful than ever!"

Wang Meiling ignored him entirely. Ye Feng, watching the man who resembled a clown, smirked inwardly. "Have the others arrived?" she asked, her voice cold and unfriendly.

"Yes, they're all waiting for you. Oh, by the way, who is this?" Yue Feiya asked, eyeing Ye Feng. He looked unremarkable, his clothes were nothing special, and he had the look of someone lacking in education. Yue Feiya felt a surge of disdain.

"Oh, hello there. I’m Ye Feng, Meiling’s boyfriend. You must be her classmate, right? My apologies for the intrusion!" Ye Feng smiled and reached out to shake Yue Feiya’s hand. Though Yue Feiya tried to avoid it, Ye Feng’s reflexes were too fast; he grabbed Yue Feiya’s hand firmly.

Yue Feiya felt a jolt of alarm. He had been told that Meiling’s claim of having a boyfriend was just a ruse. Seeing the man in the flesh—and not looking like a fake—made him deeply frustrated. Still, he couldn't show it in front of Meiling, so he offered a strained smile. "Nice to meet you. I’m Yue Feiya, Meiling’s high school classmate. Welcome!" *Welcome, my foot,* he thought, wishing Ye Feng would vanish from the face of the earth so he could talk about life and ideals with Meiling.

"Ah, Brother Ya, nice to meet you too!" Ye Feng said, shaking his hand vigorously. He channeled his inner energy into the grip, causing Yue Feiya to grimace as if his arm were about to snap. He glared at Ye Feng in agony.

Yue Feiya tried to pull away, but his hand felt trapped in a vice. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead until Ye Feng finally let go. Yue Feiya exhaled, thinking, *Damn, this guy has some strength.*

Turning to Meiling with a forced smile, Yue Feiya said, "It’s been a long time, Meiling. Let’s shake hands." He reached out, his gaze lingering on her delicate, fair skin. He could smell her intoxicating fragrance, which only fueled his desire.

Seeing the hand offered, Wang Meiling couldn't very well refuse. Just as she was about to comply, Ye Feng intervened. "Brother Ya, there's no need to shake hands with my girlfriend. You can shake mine instead!"

"No, no, let’s just head inside. Everyone is waiting." *To hell with shaking your hand,* Yue Feiya thought. He had only come out to take a call and hadn't expected to run into them, so he had put on a show of enthusiasm.

Seeing Ye Feng step in to help, Wang Meiling smiled at him, tucked her arm into his, and followed Yue Feiya toward the room. Despite Ye Feng’s earlier boldness, she knew he was looking out for her, and a sweet warmth bloomed in her heart.

Watching them walk away arm-in-arm, looking so happy, Yue Feiya felt as if he might explode. *Damn it,* he thought, *even if you have a boyfriend, I’m going to till this soil myself. With my influence in the provincial capital and my father’s power, I refuse to believe I can’t take down a woman like Wang Meiling.*

"Damn you, trying to steal a woman from me? You must have a death wish! I’ll definitely crush you!" he cursed internally. Though his face remained composed, he cursed Ye Feng’s ancestors repeatedly, his hatred intensifying with every display of intimacy between the couple.