The Movie Queen Always Wants to Kiss Me - Chapter 60 - I Will Never Forgive You!

Inside the luxury car, Cheng Wu sat at the wheel as the driver.

Tang Anhe occupied the backseat, with Feng Gui seated beside her.

“Muye… is she doing well at the Cheng residence? Has she remembered to change the dressing on her leg?” Tang Anhe glanced at the man beside her, unable to stop herself from asking.

“Thank you for your concern, Miss Tang. Young Lady has numerous attendants caring for her. Everything is fine,” Feng Gui replied perfunctorily.

Tang Anhe didn’t linger on his answer. She quietly pulled out her phone, intending to call Cheng Muye again. Still no response. Her brows furrowed as she asked, “Muye won’t take my calls. Do you know why, Mr. Feng?”

“Perhaps her phone isn’t with her, or she’s unavailable to answer.”

“Or could it be that she can’t answer?”

Her tone suddenly sharpened. “I’ve called her countless times, but she hasn’t picked up once. If her phone were with her, Cheng Muye would never ignore my calls. So, tell me—did Old Master Cheng take her phone? Or has Muye been confined?”

Human imagination knows no limits.

Feng Gui gave a light chuckle. “Miss Tang, your words are truly amusing. Muye is the sole daughter of the Cheng family. Who would dare disrespect her?”

Tang Anhe’s expression only grew colder. “Why wouldn’t they dare? You came yesterday with an entourage precisely to drag her back. If she resisted, wouldn’t you use force?”

Feng Gui fell silent, turning his head away.

Tang Anhe seethed with indignation. “I simply cannot fathom your logic! Cheng Muye is an adult, not a child. You have no right whatsoever to interfere with her freedom—let alone her love life!”

Her anger swelled with every word, yet in the end, it was nothing more than helpless fury. She had no effective means of changing the situation.

Tang Anhe slumped helplessly against the seat, her gaze drifting out the window. It was nearly noon; the weather was bright, and the streets outside bustled with life. A couple strolled past, hand in hand, their figures flashing by as the luxury car sped along. In that fleeting instant, she caught the blissful smiles shining in their eyes.

A pang of sorrow welled up inside her—she had never once walked hand in hand with Cheng Muye down a lively street like this. She remembered filming a scene once, where the female lead especially like a line from Hai Zi’s poetry: “You came to this world once; you must see the sun, you must walk the streets, with the one you love.”

At that moment, Tang Anhe resolved that once this ordeal was over, she would walk hand in hand with Cheng Muye beneath the sunlit streets. Perhaps the sun would blaze fiercely, and Cheng Muye would hold an umbrella high above them. A single sliver of light would spill over her shoulder, wrapping her in a halo like divine radiance.

She was her goddess.

Thinking of Cheng Muye eased the tightness in her chest. Tang Anhe gazed out the window, anticipation softening her eyes as she longed for their reunion. But soon, her heart sank—the road they were on wasn’t leading toward the Cheng residence.

“You’re taking me—” She cut herself off, a sharp instinct warning her of danger. Forcing herself to act calm, she quietly reached for her phone, ready to call the police.

But Feng Gui, seated beside her, was no fool. With a cold glance, he instantly understood her intent. He snatched the phone from her hand. “Miss Tang, don’t force our hand.”

It was a threat.

Realizing the pretense was useless, Tang Anhe snapped, “What do you want? Where are you taking me?”

Feng Gui offered no reply.

Her panic mounted. She cursed herself inwardly for so carelessly stepping into a stranger’s car. She grasped for the door handle, only to find it locked tight. “Stop the car! Stop it!” she cried.

But the man at the wheel didn’t flinch. Instead, he pressed harder on the accelerator.

Tang Anhe’s fear spiked. Her eyes burned red as she glared at Feng Gui. “What do you think you’re doing? Kidnapping—illegally interfering with someone’s freedom is a crime punishable by imprisonment! Aren’t you afraid I’ll call the police?”

Feng Gui regarded her timidity and fear with a sneer. “Miss Tang, it would be wise to behave yourself. Otherwise, you’re bound to suffer.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Just to take you to see someone.”

“Who?”

“Someone you’d never want to see.”

Feng Gui was right—someone she’d never want to see. It was a shareholder she’d encountered yesterday at Anxin Studio. His cloudy eyes had swept over her body, filled with ill intent.

Song Qiluo hadn’t let her linger and had quickly sent her on her way.

His name was Li Yi. At the time, he was on a vacation at a country villa on the western outskirts of Changqing City. Seeing Feng Gui, he broke into a broad grin and strode forward, embracing the older man with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Mr. Feng, what perfect timing! I was just talking about you.”

But then his eyes caught Tang Anhe. In an instant, his excitement twisted into something else. His face flushed crimson. “Oh my! The lovely Miss Tang! What fragrant breeze has blown you this way?”

Tang Anhe’s heart sank. She had been forcibly removed from the car, held firmly by Cheng Wu’s imposing arms. Every attempt to resist was crushed before it could begin. She scowled, shouting sharply, “You despicable scoundrel! Let me go! What do you think you’re doing?”

This time, Feng Gui revealed everything, his expression sharp and unyielding. “I was sent by Old Cheng to deliver the engagement invitation to Miss Tang. She borrowed my car, planning to go out. I happened to be on my way to Director Li’s office to discuss acquiring Anxin Studio’s shares. When Miss Tang realized this, she flew into a rage and planned to seduce Director Li to persuade him not to sell. See? What a perfectly timed coincidence.”

So, this was the devious scheme all along! Tang Anhe’s face paled with horror, her voice trembling. “You… you’re forcing me into prostitution! This is illegal! Let me go! Don’t touch me!”

She dodged Li Yi’s lecherous hands and began struggling fiercely. Yet her frantic, terrified expression was utterly captivating.

Li Yi couldn’t resist any longer, reaching out to caress those two soft mounds. The sensation was so exquisite he couldn’t tear himself away, rushing forward to embrace her. Now he truly understood what it meant to hold a warm, fragrant beauty.

Good heavens, she was a living, breathing goddess!

Driven mad by lust, Li Yi could barely contain his urges. He hoisted Tang Anhe onto his shoulder and headed upstairs toward the bedroom. Tang Anhe struggled fiercely, her voice desperate and shrill. “Don’t touch me! Please, let me go. Don’t—”

In the living room, Feng Gui sat on the sofa, his expression unreadable and cold. He pondered whether this incident would play out exactly as Old Master Cheng had predicted: once Tang Anhe was sullied, would Cheng Muye turn her back? If Cheng Muye came to see Tang Anhe as a woman willing to trade her dignity and reputation for money and fame, would her affection fade? Would she retreat to a conventional, unremarkable life, leaving all that they shared behind?

He only wanted Cheng Muye to live a good life—to fall in love, marry, have children, and fulfill her poor mother’s dying wish.

What a pity—

Though Cheng Muye had not escaped the Cheng residence, with the help of young master Cheng Sijin she managed to slip into his room under the pretense of tutoring him. There, she quickly placed several phone calls. First, she tried Tang Anhe, but no one answered. Then she dialed Song Qiluo, and from her she learned the shocking truth: Tang Anhe had gotten into Feng Gui’s car…

This was bad!

In a panic, Cheng Muye called Feng Gui. The line connected at once. Her voice was sharp with desperation.

“Uncle Feng, don’t force me to hate you. If you hurt Tang Anhe, I’ll die—I swear I’ll die!”

Her voice trembled, thick with tears.

“Crash!”

A porcelain vase shattered against the floor as Cheng Muye hurled it aside.

She staggered up, ignoring the pain in her injured leg, and snatched up a jagged shard. Pressing it hard against her wrist, she shouted at the frantic Cheng Sijin, “Talk to Feng Gui! Talk to him right now!”

Cheng Sijin cared deeply for his sister, looking up to her with admiration and reverence. Seeing her now holding a knife to herself, he rushed forward to stop her. “Sister, what’s wrong? Calm down! Don’t hurt yourself!”

“Get out of the way!” Cheng Muye kicked him aside, her voice breaking as she cried, “Cheng Sijin, tell him my situation—tell him if he dares harm Tang Anhe, I’ll kill myself!”

Terrified, Cheng Sijin dared not delay. He grabbed the phone and shouted, “Uncle Feng! Uncle Feng! My sister’s cutting her wrist with a vase shard! Please, you must listen to her—whatever she forbids you from doing, you absolutely cannot do it!”

Feng Gui could hear the chaos crackling through the line. And then—at that very moment—an agonized scream echoed from the upstairs bedroom.

He had forgotten to respond and bolted upstairs in a rush. With a violent kick, he burst through the bedroom door.

Inside, Tang Anhe lay sprawled on the floor, her head slammed against the wall. Blood streamed from her forehead, cascading down her face and soaking her clothes in crimson.

Li Yi, unaccustomed to such a horrific sight, stood rooted to the spot, stammering, “Mr. Feng, wh-what—”

Feng Gui’s fury exploded. He clenched his fist, lifted his leg, and delivered a sharp kick to the man’s stomach. “Damn it!” he roared. “You can’t even handle a simple task without almost killing someone! Just wait for the lawsuit!”

Then he immediately gestured to Cheng Wu, who had followed close behind. “Take her to the hospital! Now!”

Without hesitation, Cheng Wu lifted the unconscious Tang Anhe and carried her swiftly downstairs.

Feng Gui seemed to age years in an instant, his shoulders drooping, his head hanging low. On the phone still clutched in his hand came Cheng Muye’s voice, trembling with unbridled rage.

“Feng Gui—I will never forgive you!”

Everything had already spiraled beyond redemption.

Cheng Muye stormed downstairs like a madwoman. When a bodyguard blocked her path, she kicked him aside with such force that he was sent flying. The leg she had already injured split open from the impact, blood gushing out in a crimson spray.

Cheng Sijin hurried after her, face pale, voice shrill with panic. “Stop fighting! Stop! Please stop! My sister’s leg is bleeding—stop!”

But his cries were weak and useless. The one-against-ten struggle only grew more violent.

Cheng Muye fought like someone possessed, her eyes bloodshot, her expression twisted as though she wanted to devour anyone who stood in her way. The blood streaming from her leg smeared across the pristine floor, staining it red. From the heavy loss, her body weakened, her vision blurred, and her strikes faltered. Bruises and swelling covered her face and arms.

She was on the verge of collapse, utterly defenseless.

Noticing her state, the bodyguards finally halted their assault. They stepped back, forming a tight ring around her, wary of one last desperate counterattack—or an attempt to flee.

The commotion drew Cheng Letian, who descended the stairs unhurriedly. He leaned on a silver cane, its polished surface catching the light. Those with discerning eyes would recognize it as pure silver—a rare, costly piece, and one with considerable weight. In the right hands, it could be wielded as effectively as any heavy club.

Cheng Letian lifted the cane high and brought it down with a brutal swing toward Muye’s blood-soaked calf. His face was calm, his tone steady, as if delivering nothing more than a cold, irrefutable verdict.

“Since you no longer want this leg, then let it be crippled.”

The moment the words fell, a piercing scream of pain echoed through the hall.

“Ah——!”