Evening.
Chen Feng returned to Longhu Yihe Villa.
He had just put away his luggage and was about to take a shower when the doorbell suddenly rang.
He turned and walked to the monitor, taking a look.
Hmm?
It's the two of them?
Liang Wanqiu and Song YaWen.
The two of them stood at the door, seemingly holding a bottle of red wine and some food.
Chen Feng pondered for a moment, then opened the door and stepped out.
He opened the courtyard gate.
When Liang Wanqiu saw Chen Feng, her eyes instantly lit up, and a gentle smile appeared on her face: “You’re back?”
“Sister Liang.”
Chen Feng smiled and nodded, then looked at Song YaWen: “Sister Song is here too.”
“Yes, indeed.”
Song YaWen seemed to have drunk a lot of wine.
Her face was flushed.
Her charming eyes shimmered.
Her enchanting figure fully displayed the allure of a mature woman.
She winked at Chen Feng: “Little brother, I brought a bottle of six-figure red wine. How about we have a couple of drinks together? Consider it a celebration for you. Is it convenient?”
“Sorry, it’s not convenient.”
Chen Feng refused without hesitation: “I just got back today and still have things to deal with. Plus, I’m joining the film crew tomorrow, so I apologize.”
Song YaWen was stunned.
She hadn’t expected Chen Feng to refuse so directly.
After thinking for a moment, she asked again: “Can we sit for a bit? Just for a little while?”
“Truly sorry, it’s not very convenient.”
Chen Feng remained unmoved.
Song YaWen had no choice but to turn and look at Liang Wanqiu.
She gestured for her to intercede.
Unfortunately, Liang Wanqiu was also helpless.
What right did she have to intercede?
But since they had already come to the door, it would be rude not to say anything. She could only gently say: “A Feng, Sister Song is actually here for Lin Zu’s matter.”
“What matter?”
Chen Feng asked casually.
“Sister Song… she wants to reconcile with Lin Zu.”
Chen Feng glanced at Song YaWen: “Then Sister Song should go find Lin Zu, why come to me?”
Song YaWen bit her lip and sighed softly: “Do you think I haven’t looked for him? But his attitude is very firm; he said it’s over, it’s over. What should I do?”
“Haha, that I don’t know.”
Chen Feng chuckled: “I am neither Lin Zu’s father nor his guardian. His romantic affairs are useless to bring to me. But I am a little curious to ask, why did you break up with him in the first place? And broke up so decisively, without hesitation?”
Song YaWen’s eyes flitted away: “I… wasn’t I just confused for a moment?”
The smile on Chen Feng’s face disappeared, and he said indifferently: “Then why do you want to reconcile with him now?”
Song YaWen: “He… Oh, I’ll be honest. I’ve had many boyfriends. But truly, only Lin Zu in bed… in bed can be compatible with me.”
Chen Feng: “…”
Liang Wanqiu: “…”
Song YaWen seemed to have thrown caution to the wind, looking up at Chen Feng and saying seriously: “Chen Feng, please talk to Azu for me. I can’t live without him anymore.”
Chen Feng’s expression was indifferent: “Sister Song, I’ll say three things.”
“First, Azu is my friend, not my son.”
“Second, Azu is not a large-sized sex toy.”
“Third, Azu will get married and have children sooner or later.”
“You think carefully about what I’ve said, then go resolve your issues with him yourself.”
“I have no right, nor obligation, to interfere.”
“That’s it.”
After speaking, he turned to Liang Wanqiu and smiled: “Sister Liang, let’s get together another day. I’m really busy today and have a lot to do. You two go back first, thank you for the wine.”
With that, he turned and went back into the courtyard, casually closing the main gate.
Outside the door.
Song YaWen’s face turned pale.
The red wine bottle in her hand clattered to the ground.
The cork wasn’t even put back.
The six-figure red wine spilled entirely onto the ground with gurgling sounds.
Liang Wanqiu helplessly went over to help her up, gently persuading: “Sister Song, let’s go back to my place first. A Feng really can’t help with your and Azu’s matter.”
“Sigh!”
Song YaWen turned around dejectedly, saying disheartenedly: “I didn’t expect him to be so cold.”
“You mean A Feng?”
“Yes.”
“He is a person who keeps personal and public matters separate.”
“Hmph, I don’t see him having much lingering affection for you either.”
“…”
“Everyone online is talking about him and Chu Ning. You don’t believe it?”
“I believe it.”
“If you believe it, then you still…”
Liang Wanqiu murmured softly: “Who he sleeps with is his business. He is a single man; it’s not illegal, not against regulations. As for my feelings for him, that’s my business. It’s also not illegal, not against regulations.”
Song YaWen: “…”
Completely emo.
…
Chen Feng returned to his home and quickly took a hot shower.
Thoroughly washing off the dust of travel.
After showering, he returned to the living room.
Just as he was about to sit down and rest for a moment, the doorbell rang again.
Chen Feng frowned.
It wouldn’t be Song YaWen again, would it?
How annoying?
He got up and walked to the monitor, taking a look, and was immediately stunned.
Hmm?
It’s Jiang Pingting?
How did she find her way here?
And, she actually arrived openly at his doorstep?
How did she get in?
Chen Feng found it inconceivable, pushed the door open, and stepped out of the courtyard.
He opened the main gate.
Outside the door.
Jiang Pingting was wearing a snow-white down jacket, long leather boots, and a wool hat.
Barefaced, elegant.
A very pretty face.
But Chen Feng knew she was wearing a silicone mask.
This wasn’t her real face.
“Hi, Chen Feng. Long time no see.”
Jiang Pingting smiled and waved.
“How did you find your way here?”
Chen Feng frowned, looking at her: “You’re not still thinking of making me help you steal some list, are you?”
“No, for the list, I found an expert. He’s also a Dao Sect successor; theoretically, he should be under your jurisdiction. I came to see you this time just to talk.”
Chen Feng immediately turned around to close the door: “Sorry, I’m busy.”
“Wait a moment, Chen Feng.”
Jiang Pingting quickly reached out to block the courtyard gate, urging: “Listen to me. What I want to talk to you about are the people behind the theft of the ink jade orchid. Because I heard a rumor that you might be their next target.”
Chen Feng paused.
Jiang Pingting continued: “Chen Feng, the people who recognized the blood cloth in your hand have great power.”
Chen Feng finally turned to look at her.
Jiang Pingting breathed a sigh of relief, lowering her voice: “Give me five minutes to sit down and talk. If you still feel it’s irrelevant, I’ll leave after five minutes.”
“Come in.”
Chen Feng released his hand and turned to enter the courtyard.
Jiang Pingting let out a long breath, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, then entered the courtyard and gently closed the courtyard gate behind her.
After entering the living room.
Jiang Pingting looked at everything in the room with surprise: “My goodness, the place you live in is so luxurious. Were you really an extra actor before?”
“Five minutes isn’t that long.”
Chen Feng replied casually, then plopped down on the sofa, silently watching Jiang Pingting.
Jiang Pingting helplessly sat down beside him.
“Alright, let’s get to the point. According to rumors, the ink jade orchid has already been sent to Yanjing. This is actually my true purpose for coming to Yanjing.”
Chen Feng blinked: “Anything else?”
“Also, the handkerchief you used to perform magic tricks on the variety show was recognized. That’s the Red Handkerchief Sect’s blood cloth, isn’t it?”
Chen Feng’s face was expressionless: “Do you believe it?”
Jiang Pingting said with a bitter smile: “I didn’t believe it at first. But someone swore that it was the blood cloth, so whether I believe it or not is not up to me. Anyway, someone has their eye on you.”
“Who?”
“It’s said to be people from the Wallenberg Consortium.”
Chen Feng frowned: “What is the Wallenberg Consortium?”
“That is a top-tier invisible family in the Western World. It’s a top corporate empire comparable to Rockefeller, Morgan, and the European Rothschilds.”
Chen Feng: “…”
He remembered Mike Martin.
That blond foreigner was nominally the Eagle Country Kang Si Tan Group’s president in Xia.
But Chen Feng had seen him with ‘Fire Eyes’, and he was indeed the Wallenberg Consortium’s chief representative in Xia.
So, it’s him, then?