Chapter 11

“You’re strong, so what?”

As Lin Feng spoke, Zhao Jing instantly became alert. She never underestimated any opponent.

Lin Feng took a step forward with his left foot.

Zhao Jing immediately assumed a fighting stance to counter Lin Feng’s potential attack.

However, Lin Feng didn’t attack. He took a step with his left leg, then turned around, sitting across from the short-haired woman. Muttering to himself, he said, “You’re strong, so what? I don’t fight with women.”

Zhao Jing: “…”

She felt like she was being toyed with.

On the other side, after Lin Feng sat down, he looked at the short-haired woman in front of him and smiled slightly. “Beautiful lady, please let the real Miss Murong come out. If you’re looking for me, there’s no need to hide behind the scenes.”

The short-haired woman remained expressionless.

After a while, she slowly stood up, removing the Bluetooth earphones hidden by her short hair, standing silently on the side.

At the same time, in the room, Murong Mengxi, dressed in red, walked out.

Murong Mengxi had a tall figure, and beneath her red long dress, her slender legs were as fair as jade. Every step she took made Lin Feng’s heart tremble.

At the age of twenty-one, she was in the prime of her life.

Murong Mengxi sat across from Lin Feng, crossing her legs slightly. This ordinary sitting posture gave Lin Feng a sense of ethereal nobility and elegance.

Her beautiful eyes turned slightly as she looked at Lin Feng.

“Lin Feng, let me introduce myself first. I’m Murong Mengxi.” The woman in red spoke softly, her fragrant lips emitting a scent of orchids.

Lin Feng was momentarily stunned.

He swore she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Every word she spoke was enchanting.

“Miss Murong, you…” Before Lin Feng could finish, he suddenly froze.

What did she just say?

Wasn’t her name Murong Qingcheng? How did it become Murong Mengxi?

Question marks appeared over Lin Feng’s head.

He had just deduced that the short-haired woman wasn’t Miss Murong based on her ordinary appearance, which didn’t match the standards of a national goddess.

“Lin Feng, I thought I concealed it well. How did you figure out she’s not mine?” Murong Mengxi curiously asked.

“Miss Murong is stunningly beautiful, unparalleled, and naturally, no one else can imitate that.” Lin Feng smiled faintly. Regardless, he would start with a compliment.

Murong Mengxi covered her mouth and laughed lightly, seemingly satisfied with Lin Feng’s explanation.

“Miss Murong, I hope you can also give me an explanation.” Lin Feng opened his phone, displaying the text message he had just received. “About the clues regarding my father…”

Murong Mengxi raised her slender fingers, and the short-haired woman behind her handed over an envelope.

Murong Mengxi gave the envelope to Lin Feng.

“The address on the envelope is where your father has been living in Jiangzhou for the past few years. You can go there to find some clues.”

Lin Feng opened the envelope.

Inside, there was a key to a room.

Lin Feng frowned and looked at Murong Mengxi with suspicion. “This is impossible. Before my father had an accident, he was a doctor at Jiangzhou Hospital, and the hospital provided him with accommodation. The address on this envelope is clearly on the outskirts of the city…”

Murong Mengxi lifted her delicate lips. “Lin Feng, instead of questioning, why don’t you go and find out for yourself?”

“I still don’t understand. Why are you helping me?” Lin Feng asked with confusion.

“Because…” Murong Mengxi slowly began, “you cured my mother.”

“Your mother?”

Murong Mengxi… Murong Hao…

Lin Feng suddenly raised his head, looking at Murong Mengxi in astonishment. “Is your mother Granny Kong? Then, you should be at least thirty years old…”

Lin Feng’s mouth hung open.

A vein appeared on Murong Mengxi’s beautiful face.

Age is the thing women detest the most.

And at this moment, Lin Feng, completely unaware that he had offended Murong Mengxi, continued to exclaim, “Oh my God, Aunt Mengxi, you take care of yourself so well!”

“Mengxi… Aunt!” Murong Mengxi gritted her silver teeth. Immediately, she gave a signal to Zhao Jing at the door. Zhao Jing approached, grabbing Lin Feng’s collar and throwing him out of the room.

“Bang!”

The door slammed shut, leaving Lin Feng outside with a confused expression.

“What’s wrong with Aunt Mengxi?”

Lin Feng muttered to himself.

“Forget it, since I’ve been kicked out, I’ll just leave.” Lin Feng shrugged, pocketing the envelope. Under the disdainful gaze of the hotel’s front desk staff, he walked out of Jiangzhou Grand Hotel.

Nine o’clock at night.

Lin Feng walked on the road, bathed in the pure moonlight, feeling extremely comfortable.

Suppressing his inner expectations, Lin Feng decided to return to the Song family villa first and investigate the address on the envelope tomorrow.

“Ring, ring, ring…”

Suddenly, Lin Feng’s phone rang, showing it was a call from Song Xueyan. Lin Feng tried hard to keep calm.

“Where are you?”

“I’m on my way back.”

“Did you buy the books?”

“Yes.”

After a brief inquiry, the call was disconnected.

“Thank goodness.” Lin Feng secretly sighed in relief. He almost forgot that the reason for his trip was to buy books. So, Lin Feng changed his direction and headed towards a bookstore.

Under the reflection of the lights, Lin Feng’s shadow stretched long.

Lin Feng wandered through several streets.

Behind him, a shadow was always following, maintaining a distance of a dozen meters.

Lin Feng’s eyebrows slightly furrowed. He had a bad feeling; it was evident that the person was blatantly tailing him.

Lin Feng suddenly turned around, and a man wearing a black cap and duck tongue hat stopped, looked around, and then walked in another direction.

“Did I see it wrong?” Lin Feng muttered.

For some reason, he felt like there were eyes secretly watching him.

“Swoosh!”

Suddenly, a sense of danger spread over him.

Behind him, another young man in black held a dagger and stabbed towards him.

Lin Feng quickly dodged.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The guy with the black cap, who had left earlier, also ran back. The two surrounded Lin Feng from front and back.

“It’s you!” Lin Feng squinted. He recognized the two young men in front of him; they were the troublemakers from the Song Corporation during the day.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the detention center now?” Lin Feng looked at the two young men with confusion.

“Quit the nonsense! We’re going to deal with you now!” The guy with the yellow hair cursed, holding the dagger and attacking Lin Feng.

Lin Feng Activated his abilities

Lin Feng’s left eye displayed the tortoise inscription, and his right eye showed the white tiger inscription. With absolute defense and combat capabilities, he had the ability to defeat the two in front of him.

“Swoosh, swoosh!”

A sound tearing through air

The two young men screamed in pain, throwing the daggers on the ground, clutching their arms in pain.

Not far away.

Song Xueyan, dressed casually, walked slowly towards Lin Feng.

In her fair jade-like hand, she played with two small stones, obviously the ones she used just now to help Lin Feng by throwing rocks to his opponent.

Seeing Song Xueyan approaching, the two young men, enduring the intense pain in their arms, tried to pick up the daggers lying on the ground.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Lin Feng didn’t give them a chance. He kicked out with both feet, sending the two men flying more than ten meters away.

Lin Feng walked to Song Xueyan’s side.

“Where are your books?”

“Uh… I didn’t buy them.” Lin Feng scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.

In the face of sufficient evidence, Lin Feng didn’t make any more excuses. Every time he saw Song Xueyan, he felt a sense of suffocation.

He would always think of the crushed stone.

“Lin Feng, you have a new scent on you again,” Song Xueyan said, looking at Lin Feng with a seemingly smiling expression.

Lin Feng’s heart skipped a beat.