Chapter 3243 — Cheng Yiyi, Have You Lost Your Mind? Feng Tianhu was getting anxious. If Wei Zhao truly knew that he, Feng Tianhu, was the mastermind behind it all, and that he had provoked Wei Zhao time and again, then Wei Zhao would surely come to settle accounts with him. So Feng Tianhu was preparing to make a run for it.

"I... how am I supposed to ask?" Cheng Yiyi no longer much wanted to do Feng Tianhu's bidding. She already felt she had wronged Xu Shilan, so naturally she was unwilling to keep obeying him. She had once thought Feng Tianhu a formidable man, one she was fated never to contend with in her whole life. But hearing the panic in his voice now, the authority of former days utterly gone, she realized he too was nothing but a paper tiger—before Wei Zhao, he was nothing at all!

"Hmph! You are a star, so do not tell me you have no wiles! There are so many pretty women around Wei Zhao, and he protects Xu Shilan so desperately—for what, don't tell me you don't know! I am a man too, and I know these things. Tonight you go to his room. I don't care what means you use, but you bring me back a definite answer! See whether he knows about my business—and above all, whether he means to move against me!" Feng Tianhu commanded. "Cheng Yiyi, I warn you, don't go nursing any foolish hopes! Do this well, and I may show you a recent photo of your little brother! Fail, and you can forget about ever seeing him again in this life—do you hear me?"

"Fine..." Cheng Yiyi nodded helplessly and sighed. Her little brother was a hostage in Feng Tianhu's hands—what could she do? She and her brother were both orphans Feng Tianhu had taken in when they were small. Under the pretext of training her brother in cultivation, Feng Tianhu had sent him off to some unknown place, and then set her to being a star, to earn money and rake in gold for him. Fearing for her brother's safety, Cheng Yiyi had no choice but to let Feng Tianhu pull her strings...

"Hmph, I tell you, don't try any tricks with me! Don't imagine I'm afraid of Wei Zhao, and don't you think of backing out either. I tell you this—if I go down, your brother won't fare well either!" Feng Tianhu threatened. He truly feared Cheng Yiyi might simply run off and quit; after all, the strength Wei Zhao had displayed was far too terrifying—anyone who set themselves against Wei Zhao would be afraid.

"I understand, boss!" Cheng Yiyi said hurriedly.

"Good that you do." Feng Tianhu gave another cold snort and hung up.

Cheng Yiyi looked at the phone that had gone dead and could not help giving a faint sigh. But her decision was made—the arrow had left the bow, and there was no turning back. She knew that this time she could not shrink away again; she could not go on repeating her mistakes!

So long as she could win Wei Zhao's help, then forcing Feng Tianhu to hand over her brother was no impossible thing! Of course, that was provided Wei Zhao forgave her... forgave her for all the wrongs she had done against Xu Shilan.

Gritting her teeth, Cheng Yiyi strode resolutely to the door, climbed the stairs without a sound, and made her way to Wei Zhao's room.

Cheng Yiyi was a skilled hand of the early Earth Rank, while the old director, though a master at the very peak of the late Earth Rank, had only just broken through. Cheng Yiyi excelled at disguise, and slipping past the old director was simplicity itself.

But slipping past Wei Zhao was impossible. The moment someone came up the stairs, Wei Zhao sensed it even in his cultivation state—though he was not much alarmed. Judging by the footsteps, it should be Cheng Yiyi.

Having spent these days in her constant company, Wei Zhao could already recognize Cheng Yiyi's footfalls.

So the little minx meant to make a clean breast of things with him, did she? Wei Zhao shook his head. The only reason he had not finished Cheng Yiyi outright back then, and had instead saved her, was entirely because she had taken a blow on Xu Shilan's behalf.

From that alone one could see that Cheng Yiyi was not bad at heart. Perhaps she had seen the error of her ways; perhaps she had bitter reasons she could not speak of.

Cheng Yiyi reached the door of Wei Zhao's room, drew a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and slowly undid the buttons of her nightgown. The whole garment slid to the floor, baring her wheat-colored, healthy skin.

This shade of skin, though it looked a little dark, was also a color much in fashion these days, seeming rather sexy and healthy—and it was precisely the image Cheng Yiyi had always cultivated.

Because she was a cultivator, her figure was exceedingly fine, and her skin was firmer and more elastic than that of a soft, delicate girl like Xu Shilan. This was a body that could drive men mad.

Though Cheng Yiyi did not think Wei Zhao a lecher, after much turning it over in her mind she concluded that the only thing she had to buy his forgiveness with was this body of hers—and thank goodness she was still untouched! Otherwise, on what grounds would she ask Wei Zhao to go demand a man from Feng Tianhu? Why would Wei Zhao listen to a spy like her?

Wei Zhao's door was unlocked, and Cheng Yiyi pushed it open and walked straight in. The instant she entered, Wei Zhao opened his eyes and returned from his cultivation state to reality—but when he saw Cheng Yiyi with nothing on, he was momentarily taken aback, though the lovely sight before him did set his heart beating a little faster.

Undeniably, among the girls Wei Zhao knew, Cheng Yiyi was the first of this complexion—brimming with a wild beauty. But Wei Zhao was a man of firm will; though still a little given to lust, he could restrain himself at this moment and keep from losing his head.

"Cheng Yiyi, what is the meaning of this?" Wei Zhao frowned and asked coolly.

"Wei Zhao... take me..." Cheng Yiyi offered no explanation, but stepped straight up and threw her arms around him, pressing her soft body into his embrace!

Wei Zhao's tunic had been torn through in the fight earlier and was still stained with no small amount of blood, so while cultivating he had simply stripped it off and gone bare-chested—cultivators did not much feel the cold in any case.

Now Cheng Yiyi pressed against him wearing nothing at all, rubbing the tips of her breasts back and forth across his chest, giving Wei Zhao a dry-mouthed, parched-throated feeling.

Yet Wei Zhao remained quite calm. Cheng Yiyi was a beauty, and toppling her would surely bring a fine sense of conquest—but he and she had no emotional foundation whatsoever. At home there were Feng Xiaoxiao, the Eldest Miss, and Little Shu, none of whom he had toppled yet. Should he topple Cheng Yiyi first?

Wei Zhao was not so unprincipled as that. Were it any one of the Eldest Miss, Little Shu, Wang Xinyan, or Feng Xiaoxiao, Wei Zhao might well have gone along with the tide—even Han Jingyi or Qiu Lingshan or Sun Jingyan would have done—but Cheng Yiyi...

There was simply no emotional foundation here at all, and this great star was plainly a spy whose purpose in coming he had not even figured out. If he truly toppled her, some things would become impossible to explain clearly: would he then join her in harming Xu Shilan, or kill her outright?

Either way Wei Zhao would be in a dilemma, so he might as well push Cheng Yiyi away right now.

"Cheng Yiyi, have you lost your mind? If you have business with me, put your clothes on and then talk—otherwise, get out." Wei Zhao pushed Cheng Yiyi away and said coolly.