After Impersonating My Sister, I Found Out My Husband is the Empire's Richest Man

After serving time in prison for her sister, she was forced to marry a man destined to die young, living a meager life. Little did she know, this dying man would transform into the supremely powerf...

Chapter 130 Show Me What You've Got:

Five or six exquisite Chinese dishes were laid out on the table, along with pre-meal fruit, post-meal dessert, and even milk tea...

"My goodness, Feng Rong's treatment is too good. Will I still have a chance to work here?"

Ran Fangya was so moved she almost cried.

She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and burst into tears. "Oh my god, this is so delicious!"

"It looks like it's from Xu's Private Kitchen," Pei Ji said, pointing to the label on the bowl.

"Holy crap, Fengrong employees are so lucky! They can even get Xu Ji for their work meals. How are we, who eat KFC, supposed to survive?"

Xu Ji only serves customized dishes, which must be ordered a month in advance. Sometimes, even if you order, you may not be able to get a table. The prices are also quite high.

Xiang Jin ate her meal silently: "It's probably because Feng Rong has a membership and ordered it separately for the employees."

"No, I've been to Fengrong so many times, but this is the first time I've ever eaten at Xu Ji's." Pei Ji, who is usually gentle and reserved, was a little excited at this moment.

"Really? Looks like we're in luck."

"By the way, Sister Xiangjin, the Mr. Xiao you know, could he be Xiao Wenyao, the design director of Fengrong Design Department?"

Xiang Jin: "What do you mean?"

"Look how much he defended you just now, even Ling Teng got scolded. Does he have feelings for you?" Ran Fangya's gossipy heart was burning again, and even delicious food couldn't shut her up.

Xiang Jin gave a dry laugh.

"Maybe, probably, not..."

She just randomly mentioned "General Manager Xiao," but she didn't expect that there really was someone with the surname Xiao in Fengrong. She immediately recognized the name and there was no room for explanation.

The three of them ate their meal happily.

On the other side, Ling Teng was hanging his head and being scolded.

Xiao Wenyao gave him a thorough dressing-down, but fearing that Xiang Jin next door would hear, he had to suppress his voice when he started cursing.

This resulted in his expression being exceptionally ferocious, but he remained silent—

After cursing for a long time, Xiao Wenyao was exhausted and sat down to catch his breath.

"Ling Teng, let me tell you, I've always turned a blind eye to your haughty attitude, but you'd better not mess with this Xiang Jin, or I won't be able to protect you!"

Ling Teng's expression changed slightly: "President Xiao, why?"

Is she the daughter or sister of some leader, a typical case of nepotism?

"Stop asking so many questions, just reflect on your own actions!"

Xiao Wenyao left the office.

Just then, Ling Teng's phone rang.

"A-Teng, how's it going? Did you teach that bitch a lesson?" It was Fan Youwei's phone call.

Ling Teng's voice was a little cold: "Let's show them what we're made of, who?"

"Oh, it's Xiang Jin!"

Her voice was sweet and soft, like a puddle of water: "You know she didn't graduate from university. If someone like that is chosen, wouldn't that be an insult to us?!"

Both she and Ling Teng graduated from Columbia University. It's quite embarrassing that graduates from the world's top design school can't compare to a newbie.

"Is that so? Are you insulting me or you?"

Ling Teng's voice grew even colder.

If Fan Youwei hadn't said so many bad things about Xiang Jin, he wouldn't have been prejudiced and done such a foolish thing.

All of this is Fan Youwei's fault.

"What do you mean 'you and me'? It's 'us'! She's humiliating us!"

"Is that so? Then I don't think losing to Mu Xin is a shameful thing."

Fan Youwei was stunned.

She asked cautiously, "A-Teng, what's wrong with you? Why did you bring up Mu-Xin out of the blue?"

"Shouldn't we bring this up? Or do you think you can hide this from me forever and continue to make a fool of me? Fan Youwei, you really have some tricks up your sleeve."

Ling Teng hung up the phone.

*

In the afternoon, the handover process finally proceeded smoothly.

Xiao Wenyao was a well-educated and polite person. He would ask questions on the spot without any delay and quickly explained things clearly.

Throughout the entire process, Ling Teng did not utter a single word.

After completing the mission, Xiang Jin left Fengrong with two team members, preparing to go home.

As soon as he got downstairs, Ling Teng chased after him.

"Miss Xiang, I'm very sorry about what happened today." Ling Teng's previous tense demeanor had completely vanished, and his attitude was extremely respectful.

"It's okay, I'm not angry anymore."

Xiang Jin smiled, a gentle light shining in his fox-like eyes.

"I'm sorry, I underestimated you and didn't know you were Mu Xin..."

"Actually, they're all just empty titles. We designers value ability the most, right, Mr. Ling?"

Yes, yes.

Ling Teng stood there, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"Does Mr. Ling have anything else to say?"

Ling Teng hesitated for a moment: "Miss Xiang, would it be convenient for me to leave my phone number?"

"Of course." Xiang Jin took out a piece of paper and wrote down her phone number for him, since they would be dealing with each other a lot in the future.

Ling Teng glanced at the number, then put it in his pocket.

"I hope Miss Xiang likes this gift." As if by magic, Ling Teng pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and handed it to Xiang Jin.

Xiang Jin was stunned.

Just as she was about to refuse, Ling Teng suddenly shoved it into her hand and then turned and left.

Xiang Jin: "..."

People passing by stared at her. Xiang Jin didn't know whether to take the flowers or not. After hesitating for a long time, she finally left the hall with the flowers in her hands.

She was going to find a trash can to throw it away.

I searched for a long time but couldn't find it, so I had no choice but to take it and prepare to take the bus.

"come over."

Just then, the phone rang, and Murong Xiao's cold, gloomy voice came from the other end.

Xiang Jin looked around and found the familiar Maybach. He opened the back door and got in.

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