Not wanting to disturb Wen Jiu, Feng Chi simply changed into his formal attire in the office's lounge. He straightened his collar, hesitated for a moment, and then changed out of his flashy wristwatch.
It's not like I'm seeing my wife, so I don't need these useless things.
As soon as he stepped outside, he met his assistant's obviously guilty gaze.
Cai Qing hurriedly lowered her head.
Feng Chi continued walking without stopping, "Speak."
Cai Qing followed closely, asking cautiously, "Big... Big Boss, if I do something wrong, will you forgive me?"
For example, having the driver secretly arrange for the outburst-prone Wen Xiaojiu to go there without the boss's knowledge...
Recalling Wen Jiu's fierce, firecracker-like tone, Cai Qing felt unusually uncertain.
But Xu Mingzhuo said it's fine, so there shouldn't be any problem, right?
Inside the elevator, the man turned around, his tone slightly cold. "What could you possibly have done wrong?"
Cai Qing: "..."
Cai Qing had been a master at understanding her superiors' thoughts for ages, and was all too familiar with this calm yet somewhat indifferent tone.
The implication is: You're just an assistant, what mistakes can you possibly make?
Cai Qing agreed, "Okay."
When Feng Chi arrived at the Feng Family gate, servants came to greet him, and other members of the major families also came over. Lin Changfeng smiled and waved to Feng Chi.
Feng Chi gave Lin Changfeng a look. Unlike Feng Chi's aloofness and restraint, Lin Changfeng was dressed to the nines today, a delicate rose tucked into the lapels of his well-tailored suit, his fox-like eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a captivating charm.
A handsome young man stood beside her, leaning against her in a soft, feminine way.
Lin Changfeng slightly turned aside to avoid the man, watching him walk into the banquet hall, before taking the rose pinned to his chest, glancing at the boy's eyes, and gently placing it in his palm.
"Here you go, have fun."
The boy obediently agreed.
Although Lin Changfeng was famous and widely known, he had never actually had a serious conversation with anyone.
Yu Zhao was easily captivated by him, only to find out later that President Lin simply needed a romantic partner.
Lin Changfeng was good in every way, and he was gentle and considerate to him, but he was also extremely cold-hearted, never showing him even the slightest bit of pity.
Yu Zhao knew he should guard his inner defenses, so he lowered his eyes and silently withdrew.
Old Master Feng's birthday banquet was extremely lavish. The magnificent banquet hall was filled with almost half of the upper class. Even Shen Huaian took time out of his work to rush back from the program and was hiding behind his brother Shen Qianshan, his eyes shining as he searched for Wen Jiu's figure.
Huh? Wen Jiu didn't come?
Shen Huaian's bright, puppy-dog eyes gradually dimmed.
As soon as Feng Chi entered the banquet hall, he became the focus of everyone's attention. He remained calm and glanced at the old butler at the top of the stairs on the second floor.
Butler Uncle Xu hurried into the room to invite Old Master Feng.
"Isn't this Feng Chi?" Feng Family walked up to him with a cheerful smile and greeted him, "How have you been lately?"
After all, it was Old Master Feng's birthday banquet, so Feng Chi didn't embarrass his uncle in front of everyone, replying calmly:
"Not bad, at least better than you."
Feng Yan:...
"Oh, this child really doesn't know how to talk." Feng Family. Feng noticed that the arm she was holding had tensed up for a moment. Not wanting her husband to be wronged, she retorted in a moment of anger.
Meeting Feng Chi's icy gaze, she felt a pang of fear. "Your... your uncle was just trying to be kind and concerned about you..."
"What?" Feng Chi's face turned completely cold. "Are you pitying me because I have no parents to care for me?"
Mrs. Feng fell silent, realizing she had said the wrong thing.
"I... that's not what I meant..."
Thinking of his third brother who died in a car accident, Feng Yan felt a chill. He calmly inquired about the people around Feng Chi.
"I heard you got married? Where's your wife? Why didn't you bring her over for the old man to meet?"
Cai Qing, who was following behind, broke out in a cold sweat. This brainless eldest son of the Feng Family kept saying things that offended the big boss.
Several uncles from collateral branches, hearing this, also became curious and mustered their courage to join in, saying, "Yes, I heard she's a minor celebrity, from Minghua, the one from the company that just went bankrupt."
"It's not good for minor celebrities to go public, but their families can still meet them, so it's more transparent."
Feng Chi's thin lips curved slightly, and he suddenly chuckled softly.
Everyone fell silent instantly, trembling with fear.
Cai Qing glanced at her watch furtively. Almost there!
Waaaaah, my ancestors, come quick!
The big boss is about to unleash a massacre!!!
Cai Qing kept glancing towards the door.
"Alright." Suddenly, a deep, aged voice came from the second floor, "It's rare for Xiaochi to come back, and you lot are still bothering him and not letting him come up to see me. What kind of logic is that?"
Feng Yan and the others quickly apologized.
The topic naturally faded away.
Although Old Master Feng is eighty years old, he is still in good spirits and his eyes are still sharp. Today, he is wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit and, accompanied by the old butler, he walks down the stairs step by step with a sandalwood cane. The luxurious chandelier in the banquet hall makes his complexion look rosy.
A bittersweet warmth welled up in Feng Chi's heart.
The Zhongshan suit that the old man is wearing today was sewn by my mother herself.
" Xiaochi Chi." The old man walked slowly closer, and was about to pat his eldest grandson's arm when a voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Feng Chi had a vague sense of foreboding.
"Here, this is the invitation."
"Who am I? Heh, see this ring?" Wen Xiaojiu raised her left ring finger to show the clueless security guard, her tone aggressive. " Feng Chi is my wife!"
The security guard had already let him in, since although the man seemed a bit unreliable in his words and actions, he exuded an air of wealth and status.
Unexpectedly, this guest refused to leave and insisted on standing at the door to show off his elegant and minimalist men's wedding ring.
The security guard flashed a standard business smile, "This wedding ring looks beautiful, perfectly matching your and your wife's style. Although we still don't know who your wife is..."
Wen Jiu: Didn't I already say? Feng Chi Feng Chi! Feng Chi!
The security guard raised his hand to signal him to calm down. "But I'd like to remind you, sir, you're going to be late. Are you sure you want to stay here with me admiring your new wedding ring?"
Wen Jiu:...
Is it... that new?
It was just bought, that's for sure...
But, isn't it just that we want to make it more legitimate?
Wen Jiu subconsciously looked at Meng Xiao, who insisted on coming along to take care of him.
The dutiful young assistant, entrusted with important responsibilities by Qu's manager, was trembling with fear. Finally, she forced a calm smile at the security guard and dragged him inside.
The banquet hall was completely silent.
Hundreds of eyes were suddenly drawn to him, and Feng Chi, who was already in the spotlight, felt a headache coming on. He turned to look at his assistant beside him.
Cai Qing: "..."
Yes, you yourself said I wouldn't make mistakes.
Having dominated the business world for decades, Old Master Feng had long seen through his grandson's character. Feng Chi simply looked angry, his cold face a little intimidating.
In fact, the chill between his brows had already dissipated when he heard the boy's voice outside the door.
Seeing Feng Chi turn around, he took the initiative to move closer to him. Old Master Feng stood there, smiling but saying nothing.
As Wen Jiu stepped through the door, he was dazzled by the magnificent banquet hall, which resembled a palace. He grabbed his assistant, whose legs were practically trembling, and gritted his teeth.
"Don't be a coward, show me the kind of attitude you usually have when you're messing with me!"
He's here to protect Feng Chi, and now he's got a spineless assistant by his side—what about his imposing presence?
Facing the gazes of hundreds of powerful figures in the hall, Meng Xiao barely managed to stay upright. At this moment, she finally began to doubt the veracity of Wen Xiaojiu's words.
Does President Feng look like someone who would be bullied?!
But as Bigshot Feng approached, he still managed a weak smile and said, "Sa... Sapuri Zi."
Feng Chi:...
The audience:...
Wen Jiu: "... Tsk, it's a surprise!"
Such poor pronunciation easily diminishes his confidence, don't you know that?
Feng Chi came over and took his hand, his eyes warming. "Why are you here?"
Wen Jiu's mind was completely focused on correcting her assistant's pronunciation, so upon hearing this, she immediately uttered a clear and resonant, standard English: "Surprise!"
"..."