Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Xu Haohao watched with a cold sneer, her lips full of mockery.

All this for a damn painting, ha.

The sourness in her heart was completely out of control; she figured she really couldn’t even compare to that stupid painting.

Xu Haohao’s expression turned extremely strange; she snorted coldly and asked, "Who’s the woman in this painting?"

It was an ancient painting. The woman in it wore a bright winter dress, the hem lined with snowy white fur, looking extremely warm. She stood beneath red plum blossoms in the snow, beautiful beyond words. Of course, since it was an old painting, Xu Haohao couldn’t tell who the woman was supposed to resemble.

Feng Huaimu did not look like some art fanatic at all; this painting definitely had some deeper meaning—probably the kind of meaning she really didn’t want to hear.

Feng Huaimu clearly didn’t want to tell her. He lowered his head, wrapping up his own wounds, his painful breathing impossible to hide.

Ha, serves him right.

Xu Haohao tossed out, "I don’t want to be an accomplice," then turned around and went back to rest.

But who knew how this man had gotten hurt. Even after he finished bandaging himself, he was still groaning in pain, and Xu Haohao ended up listening to it all night without sleeping. Only when the sky started to lighten did she doze off.

She was jolted awake by a round of knocking at the door, the knocks heavy and loud. Xu Haohao raked a hand through her hair and sat up, glanced at the floor, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

The place was about to be flooded already!

The "thump thump" knocking didn’t stop. Xu Haohao raised her voice and yelled toward the living room, a bit gloating in her tone, "Hey, you bastard, someone’s at the door! Is it a delivery for you, or someone here to check your water meter?"

The knocking just kept going. For all she knew, it could be people sent by Seventh Master Feng or the police! That bastard Feng Huaimu was probably done for, and her good days were about to start.

Aside from that constant knocking, there was no response at all from the living room.

Xu Haohao froze for a moment, then couldn’t help getting up and heading toward the living room. The water kept rising; her entire calf was soaked, the icy cold making her want to shiver nonstop.

"You bastard? Feng Huaimu?" Xu Haohao called out cautiously.

She walked into the living room. In the murky, game-like dawn light, the handsome, good-looking man lay silently on the sofa, his hair a bit messy. He was almost curled up like a shrimp, but because he was so tall, the way he curled looked somewhat ridiculous. Feng Huaimu had one hand dangling off the sofa, his long fingers nearly submerged in the icy water.

Xu Haohao was suddenly seized by a formless panic. She immediately waded through the water and lunged over, shaking Feng Huaimu’s body as she yelled, "Hey, Feng Huaimu, what’s wrong with you?"

The skin under her fingertips was burning hot. He had a fever.

"Thump thump thump—" The knocking started up again.

What now?

Xu Haohao grew anxious. The drowsy man kept his eyes tightly shut, but suddenly grabbed her wrist, his voice dry and hoarse: "Haohao... go open the door, go open it."

Open the door?

Xu Haohao looked at his pitiful appearance, but kept her face deliberately cold as she sneered, "Open the door? Fine, I’ll open it. You just wait to get caught by Mr. Qi and go rot in prison eating jail food!"

A flush of unnatural red spread across Feng Huaimu’s cheeks. Half-delirious, he let out a low laugh. "Go on, open it."

Xu Haohao clicked her tongue twice. "So you’ve finally given up resisting and are ready to be caught, huh. I’ll go right now." Xu Haohao took the key from his body, then immediately sloshed through the water toward the door.

A deep male voice came from outside the door: "Open up, open up, we’re here to fix the water meter!"

Heh, what a code phrase. Feng Huaimu was finished.

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