Chapter 66

Feng Chengze came over not only to give some advice but also to invite his wife’s friend and business partner to a meal as a family member.

Chu Ning declined. Firstly, she had taken time out of her busy schedule to look at the office, and secondly, she didn’t want to be a third wheel to the couple. There would be plenty of opportunities to interact in the future, so missing one or two wouldn’t matter. Of course, she still had to say politely, “Mr. Feng, there’s no need to be so formal. Qingyu and I were college classmates and are now such good friends. I might often come over to your house for meals in the future.”

“You said it.” Ji Qingyu smiled, “If you don’t come, I’ll be upset with you.”

Chu Ning rolled her eyes at her, “I’ll definitely come. My son keeps asking why you haven’t brought Yuan Bao over to our house to play.”

“Next time for sure!”

Feng Chengze was also puzzled. Clearly, they had already said their goodbyes, but they continued to chat about the children for another ten minutes. He was an excellent background figure. After Chu Ning finally waved and stepped into the elevator, he looked at his watch and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“If I hadn’t come, what would you have eaten?”

“Either have Assistant Zhang order food or have it delivered from the company restaurant. Why?”

Ji Qingyu, holding his arm, sweetly said, “Then let’s eat at your company. I want to eat what you usually eat.”

“Okay.”

The car was parked in the parking lot, but unexpectedly, while waiting for the elevator, Feng Chengze ran into an acquaintance he had met a few times.

At that moment, Feng Chengze was holding Ji Qingyu by the waist, whispering sweet nothings to each other with smiles on his face that no outsider had ever seen, the acquaintance almost thought he had mistaken him for someone else.

It wasn’t until the couple entered the elevator and the two men made eye contact that the acquaintance exclaimed, “Mr. Feng??”

Feng Chengze was stunned, “Mr. Liu.”

His mind was so full of her that he didn’t even remember that Mr. Liu’s company was also in this building.

“I thought I was seeing things,” Mr. Liu said with a cheerful smile. “Mr. Feng, what brings you here?”

“Let me introduce you,” Feng Chengze turned to Ji Qingyu, “This is Mr. Liu. Mr. Liu, this is my wife.”

Ji Qingyu, shedding the coyness she had shown to her boyfriend earlier, smiled and said, “Hello, Mr. Liu.”

Mr. Liu also smiled and nodded, greeting her politely.

Feng Chengze then explained, “My wife and her partner have started a company and rented an office here. I came to take a look with her.”

“What a coincidence!” Mr. Liu, feeling a bit warm, wanted to loosen his tie but was afraid of the embarrassment if the button popped off, so he held back. “Which floor is Mrs. Feng renting?”

“We haven’t signed the contract yet but are interested in the 23rd floor.”

“That’s great news!”

The three of them chatted in the elevator until they reached the underground parking lot and parted ways. After seeing Mr. Liu off, Ji Qingyu whispered, “What does he mean?”

“What do you think?”

She chuckled, “How about a fifteen-minute massage tonight? Is that good enough?”

Feng Chengze was now hers, so his connections were hers too, which was fair. But she still wanted to reward him.

Feng Cheng wanted to remind her that he had already accumulated five thousand points with her. Fifteen minutes? He could get one hundred and fifty minutes. Maybe a different kind of reward would be better.
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When Ji Qingyu followed him into the office, it was still early, with an hour left for lunch break. Assistant Zhang ordered two business lunch sets, and they sat on the sofa to eat. The meal was much more sumptuous than she had imagined. Each set was served in a wooden box, balanced with meat and vegetables, along with soup and fruit for dessert. After eating, she just wanted to lie down like a salted fish. But she didn’t want to disturb him while he was working. As the thought crossed her mind, she heard his deep voice say, “Go take a nap in the lounge. I’ll finish early today, and we can pick up Yuan Bao together. How about that?”

“…Okay!”

Perhaps thinking about getting off work two hours early, Feng Chengze didn’t continue to cuddle with her on the sofa. After making an internal call, he focused on his work.

Soon, an auntie came to collect the lunch boxes. Assistant Zhang had ordered according to Feng Chengze’s previous preferences, and each set included a boiled egg. Ji Qingyu didn’t like boiled eggs. She played with it while lounging on the sofa, occasionally glancing at the man seriously handling his business. An idea struck her, and she got up lightly, took his suit jacket from the side, and found a pen inside. She doodled on the egg, drawing a cute little person holding a heart. After finishing, she started to feel sleepy. She took her bag and went to the desk where they had once fooled around, placing the egg on it.

Feng Chengze’s eyes moved from the computer to her, then down to the egg, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m going to sleep now. Let it keep you company at work.”

“Okay.”

Ji Qingyu pushed open the hidden door, quickly rinsed her mouth and washed her face, then sprawled out on the bed. It was quieter here than at home, with better soundproofing. Once the windows and doors were closed, the only sound was her own breathing. After scrolling through her phone for a few minutes, his eyelids grew heavy, and he soon fell asleep.
…

At three in the afternoon.

Feng Chengze’s internal phone rang. He quickly answered it to avoid waking her. Assistant Zhang’s voice came through: “Mr. Feng, Second Young Master is here. He’s waiting outside and says he needs to see you.”

“Is the meeting room available now?”

“No,” Assistant Zhang replied. “Vice President Zhao is using it.”

Meeting rooms were the most in-demand resource at Yisheng Group, especially with the celebration approaching. Each department seemed to hold endless meetings, even the reception rooms were being used.

After a moment of silence, Feng Chengze said, “Alright, let him in.”

He hung up the phone, walked to the hidden door, and opened it slightly. She was sleeping sprawled out on the bed, hugging a pillow, her black hair scattered on the blanket, sleeping soundly.

He watched her for nearly half a minute before closing and locking the door. When he returned to his desk, there was a knock at the door. He pressed the bell, and the door opened from the outside. Feng Yu, who had been discharged from the hospital that morning, walked in looking less frail. He was wearing a shirt and trousers, walking steadily. He stood still and asked directly, “Where is Luo Chong now?”

Feng Chengze frowned slightly, “If you’re curious, you can ask the Luo family.”

“Got it,” Feng Yu smirked. What was there not to understand? Thinking back, his elder brother had been lenient with him back then. If it had been someone else, like Qingyu’s senior, who wanted to take her away, that person might have disappeared by now.

“Without him, you can’t investigate this matter?”

“Don’t treat me like a fool,” Feng Yu said coldly. “I guess you figured out what happened that night, so why are you asking me to investigate?”

“I’m me, and you’re you.”

Feng Chengze said nonchalantly, “You won’t get answers from me. If you’re not curious about this matter and don’t plan to solve it, you can buy a ticket back to Mexico early.”

“Can’t even tell if the people around are human or ghosts. I should have bought a plane ticket and left long ago.”

These words no longer angered Feng Yu. He naturally had serious business to discuss and impatiently withdrew his gaze. The brothers had long been at odds. Suddenly, his eyes swept over the large desk and froze when they landed on the egg. His pupils contracted, and he instinctively scanned the office, finally resting his gaze on the hidden door.

Feng Chengze’s expression changed drastically.

From the moment Feng Yu’s body tensed upon seeing the egg, Feng Chengze had noticed. People only feel familiar with things they have seen or owned before.

Feng Yu’s breathing slowed, and he stared intently at the door. The impatience on his face vanished, and he seemed to be in a daze as if his gaze could penetrate the door and see the person in his heart.

At this moment, Feng Chengze calmly stood up, supporting himself on the desk. He took the egg and put it in the drawer, blocking Feng Yu’s view. “What are you looking at?”

As Feng Yu turned around, he felt the sharp gaze like a blade. He wasn’t afraid; he had seen his elder brother enraged and out of control before. Despite the chill down his spine, his mind was exceptionally clear. He recalled the words their grandfather had taught him and his brother many years ago: “When you’re in it, you’re often confused. It’s better to step out.”

Over the past few days, he had been pondering the reasons behind Luo Chong’s impulsive actions, unable to figure it out. But he hadn’t considered one question: how could someone as reckless as Luo Chong have managed to pull this off so smoothly?

This was completely different from five years ago. Five years ago, his friends all knew he was going to bring Qing Yu home that day, and Songjing Road was the only way. But this time? Did Luo Chong have the ability to crash into him so precisely, down to the second?

It was too smooth, eerily smooth. He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Feng Chengze coldly watched Feng Yu’s back. His patience was like his daughter’s hourglass in the bathroom, decreasing on one side and increasing on the other. It might have only been a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

Feng Yu lowered his head and chuckled lightly, “Big brother, you’re really clever.” He felt ashamed and didn’t think he had lost unjustly.

Sitting at the desk, Feng Chengze said calmly, “You think you’ve seen everything after just one glance. It seems you haven’t made any progress during your years in Mexico. It’s not cleverness, just a kind-hearted demonstration of the correct way to do things.”

How should it have been done five years ago? It should have been done this way. From now on, every member of the Luo family who sees her must take a detour.

Feng Yu sneered, “How hypocritical.”

“What should be said and what shouldn’t be said, I don’t need to teach you anymore.” Feng Chengze had no intention of wasting more words with him. He had already wasted precious minutes and continued with his work, reminding, “If you could focus on the important matters you need to investigate, instead of things that have nothing to do with you, I think your progress would be faster.”

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Feng Chengze pushed the door open and entered the lounge again. She was still asleep, undisturbed by the unexpected visitor. Even in her sleep, she seemed smiling as if she were having a pleasant dream. He sat down by the bed, watching her intently, and those obscure emotions were carried away with her every breath. He wanted to touch her but didn’t know where to start; he liked everything about her. As he reached out to run his fingers through her soft hair, he paused mid-air, withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and took off his watch, placing it aside. Only then did he gently stroke her hair, lean in, and kiss her, lingering and entwining, even occupying her dreams.