Chapter Twenty-Five: An Invitation from Chairman Li

On the television screen, a young man with a commanding presence and towering physique suddenly leapt up, catching a falling car in mid-air and gently landing it on the ground... His posture, his aura—he stood above all, looking down on the world. Even in the face of two hundred armed criminals, he remained calm and composed, disregarding everything, his every movement commanding authority, exuding the bearing of a king. At that moment, the host was extolling his heroic deed of turning the tide.

As for the hundreds killed, no one associated it with him, for he hadn’t lifted a finger; it seemed those people all died by self-detonation. According to the host, the cause of death was unclear.

There was just one regret: within the vacuum force field created by the Emperor’s pressure, all images were distorted, so no one could clearly see Ling Feng’s face. They could only vaguely make out his clothes and figure...

“Hmm, why does this person seem familiar to me?” Chu Biyue murmured thoughtfully.

At that moment, a sudden impulse stirred in Chu Biyue’s heart, and she instinctively turned to look at Ling Feng. Then she remembered something—today she had gotten off near First Avenue.

“Ling... Ling Feng, do you remember, did you go to First Avenue today? This person looks so much like you...”

After three years of living together, seeing each other every day, even if Chu Biyue looked down on Ling Feng, she had unconsciously become familiar with everything about him. That vague image was just too similar to her useless husband.

Lin Fang immediately scoffed, “Biyue, stop being ridiculous. How could that be? He’s just a poor bumpkin from the countryside, can’t lift a finger, stays home all day doing nothing. Forget holding up a car with one hand, he can barely hold a rice bowl. Your imagination is way too wild.”

“Exactly...” Qian Zuwen wanted to add something, but Ling Feng shot him a look and he fell silent.

“Change the channel, hurry up and change the channel,” Lin Fang shouted.

Because the heroic figure on TV so resembled Ling Feng, that useless idiot, Lin Fang felt deeply irritated and refused to watch.

Chu Biyue sighed inwardly, thinking that she was indeed overthinking it. Ling Feng was timid by nature, nowhere near that extraordinary, fearless aura, nor the decisive kingliness. He couldn’t even kill a chicken... It was laughable to imagine him as such a hero.

Of course, if only her husband were such a man...

Chu Yang had no interest in this farce, but was afraid of Lin Fang, so he switched to another channel in frustration:

“Good evening, viewers. Today we are at the headquarters of Sifang Group, attending the press conference to be held by Chairman Chen Hei Bai. Today Chairman Chen will announce the merger of five domestic listed companies to form a new business empire, which will be renamed: Ling Feng Biyue Consortium!”

“Reportedly, after the reorganization, the consortium’s assets will exceed one trillion. Chairman Chen revealed that he is not the largest shareholder, joking that he’s just the servant holding the keys, and that the real boss is someone else...”

“What, is this a joke?”

“My god, over a trillion, what does that even mean?” Qian Zuwen was stunned, forgetting all about the beating he’d just received.

“Chen Hei Bai isn’t the owner? Isn’t he the richest man in Jiangzhou?” Even Yuan Dongyang was shocked.

“Wait, what did they call the company?” Lin Fang sensed something was amiss.

“Ling Feng Biyue Consortium!” Chu Dongmei exclaimed in surprise.

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“Incredible, is there such a coincidence in the world?” The Chu family exclaimed together, turning their eyes to Ling Feng and Chu Biyue. But in the next moment, they all wore expressions of extreme disdain. That poor fool—how could he possibly be involved? Forget a trillion; it would be lucky if he could produce a thousand.

Could the mysterious boss Chen Hei Bai referred to, the owner of a trillion fortune, actually be him? That was simply absurd.

Chu Biyue’s face immediately flushed. She knew it was just a coincidence; the Ling Feng Biyue Consortium couldn’t possibly have even a penny to do with Ling Feng, let alone herself. Yet the name was so uncanny, it made her embarrassed to stay.

“I’m full. You all continue. Ling Feng, come upstairs with me, I need to talk to you.” Chu Biyue stood and headed upstairs.

Once there, she didn’t mention what had just happened but instead opened the wardrobe and took out four boxes of supplements. “Ling Feng, tomorrow is your father’s birthday. Take these things to him. I have urgent matters to attend to tomorrow, so I really can’t go.”

Ling Feng knew Chu Biyue likely had no urgent matters, as she’d never visited Han Laomin’s home in three years. Still, she always bought something for holidays.

“It’s fine. My foster parents are used to frugality, don’t like crowds, and wouldn’t make a big fuss. You going would only make them feel awkward. I’ll go by myself.” Ling Feng was actually glad she wouldn’t go, for tomorrow, at his foster father’s birthday banquet, he would present the heads of Qi Ye and his son!

“Um... about what happened just now, I—I really didn’t know. Don’t overthink it. I have nothing to do with Yuan Dongyang...” Chu Biyue suddenly lowered her head, speaking haltingly.

“I know. You don’t need to explain.”

Chu Biyue abruptly looked up, her gaze sharp. “What do you mean I don’t need to explain? Am I being presumptuous? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ling Feng was startled, realizing she’d misunderstood. He quickly clarified, “I mean, you don’t need to explain to me! I didn’t care.”

“You...”

“So you’re saying you don’t care about me, so there’s no need for me to explain, right? Fine, I understand. I won’t explain in the future. I have things to do, so I’ll go.”

“Wait.” Ling Feng was both exasperated and amused by her, and quickly pulled out the maintenance contract Chen Hei Bai had given him. “Biyue, didn’t you say I should sign a contract? I found Chen Hei Bai, I’m his driver, so he gave me the contract. He even gave a three million advance payment. Although we don’t need the money anymore, you should still...”

Ling Feng meant that he’d already settled with Liu Yali, so she wouldn’t dare demand the two million anymore, making the money unnecessary. But Chu Biyue obviously misunderstood again.

Smack! Chu Biyue slapped Ling Feng hard across the face.

“Ling Feng, I was just feeling relieved, thinking you’d changed, but now I see I was wrong. You haven’t changed at all. You’re still as timid and cowardly as ever. If you want a divorce, just say so. Don’t talk about me and Yuan Dongyang. I won’t take a penny from him, and I’ll never have anything to do with him. Stop being so self-pitying.”

“I’ll take the contract. I’ll fulfill my promise and divorce you!”

Chu Biyue’s slap nearly stunned Ling Feng. It took him a while to realize: right, once Chu Biyue’s company is revived, they can get divorced. Now that she has this contract, her company can indeed come back to life. This was bad.

Ling Feng wanted to explain, but Chu Biyue wouldn’t listen and headed downstairs.

Suddenly, Ling Feng had an idea. “But just having this contract doesn’t mean your company will definitely recover. Even if there’s hope, it’ll take time. A divorce now would still affect you badly—unless you’re really eager to marry Yuan Dongyang.”

“Nonsense, nothing good comes from your mouth.”

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Chu Biyue shrugged. “I don’t care. I thought you’d be impatient, so do as you wish. Whenever you want a divorce, just let me know.”

Good grief, this unlucky woman had such a sharp tongue. When did I ever say anything about divorce?

Ling Feng was so angry he didn’t bother arguing. Seeing her hurry downstairs, he said nothing more.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Lin Fang called him to answer it.

Ling Feng couldn’t help but feel annoyed. With so many people in the living room, none of them would answer the door, but they called him, as if he were their servant.

Ling Feng opened the door to find a strange woman standing outside, around thirty, with short, alluring hair and a sharp, beautiful appearance. She wore a black business suit, looking like someone of status, so he asked what she wanted.

“Is this the home of Chu Biyue?” The woman smiled politely.

“Yes.” Chu Biyue seemed to be about to leave, but when she heard this, she quickly came over.

“Hello, Miss Chu. I am Zhang Bihua, Deputy General Manager of Maosheng Commerce. Chairman Li Jimao sent me to deliver an invitation, inviting the entire Chu family to a banquet tomorrow at the Haiyan Pavilion Hotel. He said he will personally apologize to Miss Chu. Please honor us with your presence!”

“Chairman Li Jimao? I don’t know him.” Chu Biyue frowned. She didn’t know Li Jimao, but she knew he was Chen Mingsheng’s partner. She was unaware that Chen Mingsheng was already dead, so she hesitated, worried there might be some scheme.

“You’re Deputy General Manager of Maosheng Commerce?” Chu Biyue was surprised. Why would Li Jimao send a deputy general manager to deliver an invitation? That was far too much respect.

For a small family like the Chu’s, sending a receptionist would be considered a great honor.

“Chairman Li said that since President Chen offended Miss Chu last time, he feels deeply remorseful and hopes Miss Chu will attend. You see...”

“Chairman Li also instructed that you must bring your husband with you.” Seeing Chu Biyue hesitate, Zhang Bihua grew anxious. If she failed to invite Miss Chu, she wouldn’t be able to answer to her boss, who attached extraordinary importance to this matter, so she quickly added.

“My husband...” Chu Biyue instinctively glanced at Ling Feng, feeling even more bewildered. Could Li Jimao have mistaken one person for another and sent the wrong invitation? But Zhang Bihua was clear—they were inviting Chu Biyue, not Chu Huangfei.

“Chairman Li also said he deeply admires your husband’s character.”

Admire!

Could that word possibly be associated with Ling Feng?

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