The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Chapter 1234 You're under my protection, understand?

But Tang Tang didn't quite believe him.

She stared at him, then said quietly, "If you were dead, I would definitely forget you long ago. Don't forget, I have a whole bunch of boyfriends."

Wang Feiyi's gentle smile held a hint of helplessness. He looked at Tang Tang and gently rubbed his fingertips against her face, as if cherishing or being reluctant to part with her, or perhaps comforting or making a promise.

He couldn't accept this outcome, but upon reflection, he realized that if he were to die one day, perhaps it would be best for her to forget him.

This was also the source of Wang Feiyi's lingering displeasure. He had never forgotten... that he was almost 20 years older than her.

What a terrifying and tragic number.

In the entire political circle, Wang Feiyi, at the age of 35, has secured his position as a member of the B Municipal Committee, which already makes him a rare and outstanding young talent.

He had never felt inferior because of his age before.

However, after meeting Tang Tang, Wang Feiyi couldn't stop thinking... It's too late.

They met too late, so much so that he would pass away more than a decade before her. More than a decade is the time it takes for a toddler to grow into an adult. He had so much less time to spend with her than others; how could he be content with that?

Even with his extraordinary connections and influence, he couldn't overcome the power of time.

We can only hope that time will slow down, and slow down even more.

Wang Feiyi's gaze was always weighty, and when he looked at Tang Tang, it always carried a touch of the gentleness and indulgence of an elder.

Looking at the girl in front of him, he suddenly felt like he was going crazy.

He held her gently, comforting her and making a promise, "I will be very careful."

But then he closed his eyes, inhaling the faint fragrance in her hair, and a twisted desire stirred within him, like ivy creeping into a crack in a wall, layer upon layer blocking out the sunlight.

Perhaps it would be better if he died unexpectedly in this battle without gunfire.

Wang Feiyi accepts aging, but he cannot accept seeing his aging in her eyes.

Especially when one's lover is still young, not to mention there are many other young people around her.

Perhaps it would be best for him to die at this time.

If he were to die like this... would she remember him, or would she forget him?

Will she cry? Will she say she loves him? Death is a catalyst for love to deepen, but after death comes boundless time, which seems to erase all love and hate.

She may forget him, and that would be fine too.

Wang Feiyi sighed softly, his handsome features as serene as mountains. In the end, he said with a hint of a smile mixed with a sigh, "How could I bear to make you sad?"

He knew perfectly well that the girl in his arms was young, lively, liked new things, and was a bit fickle.

But she is also resilient, honest, radiant, kind, and principled; she is a very, very good girl.

Even if she didn't love him deeply, perhaps this young girl would still shed a few tears when he died.

that's enough.

If you like him even a little bit, that's enough.

How could he bear to make her sad? So he will definitely survive.

Tang Tang didn't know why, but she was also a little unhappy.

She pursed her lips, looked up at Wang Feiyi, and said sullenly, "I'm not happy."

A smile appeared in Wang Feiyi's eyes as he patiently coaxed, "Then how about I punish you by making you hit me a couple of times to vent your anger?"

Tang Tang raised her hand and punched his shoulder several times.

Wang Feiyi has broad shoulders and very well-developed muscles, but he's very hard to hit, making him feel quite unpleasant to the touch!

A substandard air vent.

Tang Tang glanced at him and said, "Do you think this is some melodramatic soap opera? Making a will!"

Wang Feiyi explained in a humble tone, "My assets are quite complicated. Besides the portion I left to my family, there are many others that are simply not suitable for the Wang family to take over."

Tang Tang clicked her tongue and then asked, "So, what did you write in your will?"

Wang Feiyi looked at her with a smile, but didn't say anything.

Actually, there wasn't anything too complicated. In his will, 20% of his property belonged to his family, while the remaining 80%, witnessed by a lawyer, would be bequeathed entirely to Tang Tang after his death.

Although he knew that his beloved girl did not lack these riches, he still hoped that he could give her more and more.

Wang Feiyi wasn't acting with a death wish; he wasn't that noble. It's just that the situation is tense right now, and he's worried that something unexpected might actually happen.

It's always good to be prepared.

But Tang Tang rejected this ill-conceived plan!

Looking at Wang Feiyi's expression, it wasn't that she was overconfident, but she had a pretty good idea of ​​what the will contained.

Tang Tang took a deep breath, then stood up abruptly, took two steps to Wang Feiyi, and plopped down on his lap, looking fierce like a cat about to scratch someone.

"Commissar Wang, Commissar Wang, are you having some kind of illusion?" Tang Tang looked at him with great displeasure, poking Wang Feiyan's chest with her finger, again and again, without holding back. "Let me tell you, you're with me now, and you're mine for life."

The two of them were wearing soft, close-fitting loungewear and sat together, their warm body heat creating a cozy atmosphere... although the atmosphere wasn't actually that cozy.

Worried that Tang Tang might lose her balance, Wang Feiyi put his arm around her waist to steady her.

Tang Tang didn't hold back at all, poking him repeatedly, which actually hurt quite a bit.

Looking at the murderous expression on the little girl's face in his arms, Wang Feiyi dared not cry out in pain and could only silently endure it.

But he was actually quite happy, so he calmly replied, "Yes, I'm yours."

Tang Tang looked at him and said, "He is mine, and he will be mine even in death."

"Yes, he's yours in life and in death."

"No, no," Tang Tang spat, "What do you mean 'die'?"

She doesn't have any strange quirks!

Tang Tang reached out and, mimicking Wang Feiyi's most cheerful gesture, cupped his face in her hands. Then, very seriously, she said, word by word, "Wang Feiyi, you'll be with me for the rest of your life. Even if you miss, you won't."

Wang Feiyi opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Tang Tang immediately raised her hand and covered his mouth.

Tang Tang had been misled just now, but she'd figured it out long ago, and her face lit up with joy. "Don't talk! Listen to me!"

Wang Feiyi's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he shut his mouth, signaling with his eyes to shut up.

It has to be said that Political Commissar Wang, who is usually the one with the final say, can only behave himself at this moment.

“I really can’t interfere in China’s affairs,” Tang Tang narrowed her eyes, a sly look suddenly appearing on her face, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t interfere in yours, does it?”

She replied matter-of-factly, "Aren't you my boyfriend?"