Chapter 2

It was night.

The moonlight was hazy, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

Lin Feng sat in the car heading back to Jiangzhou City.

To foster their relationship, Song Tianqing specifically arranged for Lin Feng and Song Xueyan to share a car together. He even dispensed with a driver, letting Song Xueyan drive.

Lin Feng was tactful and did not sit in the front seat.

Silence prevailed between them.

The car was unusually quiet.

“You said you would tell your grandfather to reject the engagement, didn’t you?” Song Xueyan frowned lightly.

Lin Feng shrugged helplessly. “I can’t help it. My grandfather didn’t ask for my opinion.”

“As a grown man, can’t you take the initiative?”

“Sorry, I’m quite filial,” Lin Feng said with a wry smile, then added, “Since you disagree, you can also express your opinion to Uncle Song.”

“Sorry, I’m quite obedient,” Song Xueyan retorted with the same words.

Lin Feng was rendered speechless.

“Ring, ring, ring—”

Song Xueyan’s phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she furrowed her brows. Due to driving, she had to put the phone on the car mount and use the hands-free function.

“What’s the matter?”

“Miss Song, it’s not good. Many employees are urging us to pay salaries. Many old employees have also submitted resignation letters. What should we do now?” An anxious voice came from the phone.

“How much money is left in the payroll account?”

“We only have five million in liquid funds, which is not enough to pay salaries.”

Song Xueyan’s face darkened, and Lin Feng in the back seat could feel a chill. He shivered instinctively, too scared to speak.

He feared ending up like the pebble.

“How much progress has been made with the bank loan negotiations?”

“Manager Li from the bank said our company’s risk is too high. He won’t give us a loan unless… unless you, Miss Song, negotiate in person.”

“I understand.”

With that, Song Xueyan hung up the phone.

Lin Feng sat in the back seat, staring straight ahead, repeatedly telling himself that he was like air, and Song Xueyan couldn’t see him.

As he pondered.

He inadvertently caught a glimpse of Song Xueyan’s outstanding assets and instantly understood why Manager Li wanted a private meeting with her and then agreed to loan her money.

If he were Lin Feng, he would agree too.

“What are you looking at?” Song Xueyan’s tone was icy, and the temperature inside the car dropped to freezing. Lin Feng’s breath almost stopped.

“N-nothing… not looking at anything.”

“If you look again, I’ll gouge out your eyeballs!”

Lin Feng’s hair stood on end.

This wasn’t a beauty; it was clearly a tigress.

Thinking about his future as the head of the family, suppressing his inner fear, Lin Feng spoke with conviction, “A gentleman appreciates beauty without lewd thoughts, expressing emotions within the bounds of propriety. I wasn’t looking inappropriately; I was merely appreciating with an artistic gaze.”

Hiss—

The car suddenly came to a halt.

Song Xueyan turned her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Feng. The latter’s eyes darted around, not daring to make eye contact with Song Xueyan.

Lin Feng didn’t have the courage to face this tigress directly.

After a long while.

Song Xueyan turned her head and started the car again.

At this moment.

She had already rate Lin Feng in her mind, Out of ten points, Lin Feng could only get one.

And that one point was given by Song Xueyan considering his passable looks.

In fact.

Besides being the president of the Song Group, she had another identity. She was a cultivator.

This was the reason why she could crush a palm-sized river stone barehanded in front of Lin Feng.

This year.

The Song Group faced a series of setbacks, and the company was under pressure, causing her cultivation progress to come to a halt.

In the face of this dilemma, Song Tianqing sought advice from the respected Daoist Qinghong in Jiangzhou. The latter pointed out a clear path for the Song family.

There was an unfinished engagement in the Song family. As long as Lin Feng married into the Song family, relying on Lin Feng’s luck, they could turn the Song family’s predicament from danger to safety.

Song Xueyan was initially skeptical.

But when Daoist Qinghong demonstrated his power in front of Song Xueyan, she was completely convinced. It turned out that Daoist Qinghong was also a cultivator, and his cultivation level surpassed hers by far.

In the end.

Song Xueyan believed in the concept of luck.

This led to the subsequent events: Song Tianqing proposing in the village, and Lin Feng marrying into the Song family.

At 9:00 PM that night.

The group returned to the Song family villa.

Outside the villa, there was a car.

Lin Feng didn’t know the brand of the car, but the small golden figure on the front of the car was dazzling. Lin Feng liked it a lot. If there were no cameras around, he would have wanted to break it off and keep it as a souvenir.

As the Song family convoy parked, a young man immediately got out of the golden car. He wore a sharp suit and a stylish pompadour, holding a bright bouquet of roses as he approached Song Xueyan’s car.

When Song Xueyan got out of the car, the man walked up to her.

“Yanyan, these flowers are as beautiful as you. I’m giving them to you.” The man smiled gently, his smile like a refreshing breeze in spring.

At the same time.

Lin Feng, who hadn’t gotten out of the car, raised his thumb, secretly admiring, “Impressive, he dares to pursue this tigress.”

Lin Feng was certain that the young man holding the roses had never witnessed Song Xueyan crush a palm-sized river stone barehanded.

That shocking feeling was like having two eggs crushed.

Song Xueyan took the flowers and turned to look at Lin Feng in the car, saying coldly, “Aren’t you coming out yet?”

Lin Feng cowered and opened the car door.

Song Xueyan handed the rose in her hand to Lin Feng and said expressionlessly, “There’s a trash bin at the entrance. Help me throw it away.”

Lin Feng tactfully took the flowers and, under the murderous gaze of the young man, tossed the ninety-nine roses into the trash bin.

Because the roses were quite large, Lin Feng had to kick them in with a few additional moves.

Lin Feng ignored the gaze of the young man.

He was afraid of Song Xueyan. The main reason was that he had to spend the rest of his life with this tigress. He couldn’t afford to offend her and dared not to.

As for the young man.

Lin Feng wasn’t marrying him, so he didn’t care about him.

The young man, Chu Qiu, stared at Lin Feng as if trying to engrave his appearance in his mind.

In Jiangzhou, there was actually someone daring to offend Chu Qiu!

At the beginning of the year.

Chu International had been suppressing the Song family, blocking the Song family’s industries and funds. Chu Qiu had also poached high-end talents from the Song family. The reason behind all this was Chu Qiu’s interest in Song Xueyan, the daughter of the Song family.

Chu Qiu’s methods were simple.

First, ruin the Song family. Then, in a condescending manner, propose the marriage alliance between the Chu and Song families.

Finally, under the pressure of the Song family crisis, force Song Xueyan to marry him.

Tonight, Chu Qiu came to propose.

As long as Song Xueyan agreed tonight, he would formally send a proposal on behalf of the Chu family tomorrow and create a grand wedding.

Chu Qiu waited outside the Song family villa all night. However, the informant delivered the news that the Song family had unexpectedly gone to the countryside to propose a marriage alliance.

“Chu Qiu, why are you here?”

On the other side, Song Tianqing greeted him with a smile.

Chu Qiu looked at Song Tianqing with a smile, “Director Song, I’ve come to propose to you. The Song family has been under pressure for the past month, and I heard that your company can’t even pay the employees’ salaries.”

“So I extend a helping hand to Director Song. As long as Director Song agrees to marry Song Xueyan to me, I’m willing to use the Chu family’s connections to help the Song family through this difficult time.”

“Sorry, Mr. Chu. This is our son-in-law, Lin Feng, whom we’ve chosen for our family. So, your proposal…” Song Tianqing didn’t finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

“Alright, alright, alright!”

Chu Qiu said ‘alright’ three times in a row.

He had already lowered his posture so much, yet Song Tianqing still didn’t know how to appreciate the favor.

“Song family really has the audacity. I hope you can survive tomorrow!”

After speaking, Chu Qiu looked up at Lin Feng and sneered, “Your name is Lin Feng, right? Your mother is dead, your father is dead, you’re walking alone on the road, be sure to pay attention to the traffic lights, you little wild seed…”

“Slap!”

Lin Feng directly slapped Chu Qiu in the face.

“You—what the hell are you barking about?”