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"Thanks, but no. I heard about it over dinner before and was just curious," Luo Feng said with a smile.

Shen Ningya felt somewhat regretful.

The promotion opportunity others dreamed of—even a spot in the top sixteen—was a gift that the true mastermind behind the scenes could hand out at will.

All just for the chance to befriend a potential big shot.

"Boss, the car is parked. Are we leaving according to the original plan?"

The driver, Shang Xiaoqiu, closed the door of the Mercedes G-Class and asked.

Luo Feng nodded.

He turned to Shen Ningya. "Goodbye."

Seeing that Luo Feng was about to get in the car and leave, Shen Ningya was still thinking of a way to deepen their connection.

"Thank you, President Luo."

"Next week, the company is organizing a dinner for all our signed artists and influencers, with singing and dance performances. If President Luo is interested, please do us the honor of attending."

Artists and influencers?

Luo Feng's eyes lit up. Would there be that legendary part where they toasted the big shot?

Of course, he was the so-called big shot.

And what he was really looking forward to was what came after the toasts.

"Thank you, President Shen. Send me the specific time and address on WeChat. If I have time, I'll come."

Luo Feng did not hide his nature as a lecherous old pervert. He was simply that open and straightforward.

With the system's backing, he had become increasingly uninhibited and shameless.

Shen Ningya did not think anything was wrong with that. On the contrary, she was delighted. It seemed beauty was a necessity for men.

"Alright, President Luo. I'll send you the specific time and address on WeChat by the end of today. I look forward to seeing you again."

Luo Feng waved to Shen Ningya, got into the car, and left.

Only after Luo Feng was out of sight did Shen Ningya return to the elevator.

A single car had already made the gap in their status clear.

Although Shen Ningya was the General Manager, her annual salary was only a little over one million. Including year-end bonuses, stock dividends, and so on, it came to around two million a year.

To buy a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and the extended-wheelbase version at that, her status alone was not enough.

Even setting that aside and talking only about the price, after basic living expenses, it would take her more than ten years to save enough.

And she obviously could not guarantee that she would remain in this position for over a decade.

"Yang Qing, send me the specific time and address for next week's gathering on WeChat by the end of today."

"Also, pick several women with top-tier looks and figures to sit at one table, and leave two or three seats open."

She sent Yang Qing two voice messages.

Less than a minute later, Yang Qing replied, "President Shen, received! I'll send it to you before noon today!"

Yang Qing immediately called Li Li into his office and instructed her, "President Shen wants the specific time and venue for next week's gathering confirmed before eleven this morning. Hurry up and get it done."

"Oh, right. Send me a list and real photos of the artists and influencers with better looks and figures."

"It's not because I want to force myself on them! Fuck, this was arranged by President Shen. It's obviously for some big boss. What the hell are you thinking?"

Yang Qing explained, thinking, How the fuck would I have the ability to force myself on artists and influencers?

He was already regretting getting together with Li Li more and more. Her suspicion was getting out of hand.

"Men are all trash!" Li Li stormed off indignantly.

When Luo Feng arrived at the place Meng Qingyuan rented, she was wearing an apron and carrying a freshly fried egg over to the table in front of him.

"Husband, I guessed you hadn't eaten breakfast, so I made you some."

In front of Luo Feng were not only the fried egg, but also a cup of hot soy milk and a sandwich.

"Thanks, wife."

Luo Feng did not stand on ceremony. He really was hungry, so he picked up the sandwich and began eating.

"Husband, does it suit your taste?"

"It's great. Very tasty."

"You worked hard last night, didn't you?"

Seeing him wolf it down, Meng Qingyuan was happy at first, then felt wronged.

He must have done it many times with Wu Meng last night. Just look at how ravenous he was—he had clearly exhausted too much energy!

"Have you decided where you want to buy a house today?"

Rather than answer, Luo Feng changed the subject and asked about something else.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Meng Qingyuan stopped pressing the matter.

She asked tentatively, "Husband, how big a house are you buying me? How much can we spend?"

If it was less than what Wu Meng got, she was prepared to burst into tears on the spot, then drain him dry!

He smiled. "Over ten million, but no more than fifteen million. Otherwise, Mengmeng will get jealous again."

Meng Qingyuan was thrilled by the first half, but the last sentence made her chest swell with anger again.

A fierce resolve rose in Meng Qingyuan's heart. She walked behind him and rubbed her chest against his back.

After Luo Feng finished his soy milk, he turned around, pulled Meng Qingyuan into his arms, and slipped his hand into...

"Husband, I saw a video yesterday. It was about a housewife cooking in the kitchen..."

As she endured his unrestrained massage, Meng Qingyuan's voice trembled softly.

With the innocent face of a young girl, she looked at him with pure, naive eyes.

Alright, alright!

Role-playing, was it?

From now on, I'll have her act out every plot from those educational films!

"Good wife, let's go to the kitchen right now!"

He had not unlocked this scenario yet. Just thinking about it made him excited.

An hour later, Luo Feng and Meng Qingyuan walked out of the house.

Meng Qingyuan, meanwhile, was questioning her entire life. Why was Brother Feng so strong?

She simply could not take it!

They arrived at the second basement level.

"Husband, that car parked beside mine is a Rolls-Royce Phantom, right? It even looks like the extended version!"

"Husband, you should drive it out later. I'm afraid I might scratch it."

With her arm wrapped around Luo Feng's, Meng Qingyuan stared uncertainly at the car parked beside her Porsche.

"No need. We have a driver today."

Luo Feng said, continuing forward without slowing down.

"Husband, you even have a personal driver?"

"Hey, husband, why are you still walking that way?"

Meng Qingyuan was stunned by Luo Feng's wealth. Generally, only major leaders busy with countless affairs had personal drivers.

Then she saw the direction Luo Feng was heading in and felt even more puzzled.

A thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.

"Husband, this Rolls-Royce Phantom... isn't it yours?"

Halfway through the question, she no longer needed an answer.

At that moment, the driver, Shang Xiaoqiu, opened the car door and waited respectfully for Luo Feng to get in.

"Boss!"

Once inside, Meng Qingyuan looked at the profound starry ceiling and felt as though she were dreaming.

"Husband, I feel so lucky to have met you."

Ignoring the driver in front, she straddled Luo Feng's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and spoke with deep affection.

A deep kiss.

Yet she had already quietly abandoned the idea of competing with Wu Meng.

Maybe we should join forces...

Otherwise, with Brother Feng's capabilities, all those flirtatious women outside would surely swarm toward him like moths to a flame.

Besides, Brother Feng was so strong in that regard. One person simply could not handle him.

"Have you decided which neighborhood to buy a house in?"

"The driver is still waiting for your destination before she can set off."

Seeing Meng Qingyuan lost in thought, Luo Feng rubbed her innocent, childlike face.

Her skin was smooth and tender to the touch.

"Blue Bay. That way, I can look after each other with Mengmeng too."