Chapter 129 Ji Hefeng mediates the dispute

Molly took her clothes into the room, while Ji Hefeng was still in the bathroom.

"Molly, is that you back?"

"Yes, it's me."

Molly carried the clothes towards the bathroom. "Shall I put them by the door for you?"

Then, the door opened.

A pair of large hands grabbed the clothes from Molly's hands and threw them onto the bed. Then, they grabbed Molly and pulled her into the bathroom.

Molly pounced onto a broad chest, the feel of which was smooth, delicate, and incredibly elastic. She instinctively explored the muscles, finding their lines to her liking.

"There's a bathtub here." The hoarse voice held a hint of eagerness.

"I know." Molly loved it, but she forced herself to push him away.

"Try it?" Ji Hefeng restrained her with all his might; once he had his prey, there was no reason for him to let her go.

"No, there's no time! It's almost dinner time!"

"There's still time, no rush."

When Uncle Geng and Uncle Song returned, they found the housekeeper anxiously waiting downstairs.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Geng raised an eyebrow, rarely seeing his butler so flustered.

"Miss Molly has been upstairs for an hour and hasn't come down." A man and a woman had been in the room for an hour; the butler couldn't think of anything else besides them doing *that*. One was the boss's niece-in-law, and the other a man of unknown origin. The butler felt he hadn't kept a close watch on them; it was his fault.

"Boss, how old is your nephew this year?" the butler asked.

"It's twenty-eight or twenty-nine," Uncle Geng said.

"The age doesn't match. The man who came today looks to be only about twenty-three years old." The man's skin was fair, delicate, and very firm, and his eyes were dark, bright, and extremely clear.

Uncle Geng and Uncle Song exchanged a glance. Uncle Geng, still unwilling to give up, said, "Maybe it's because Xiao Feng looks younger."

Uncle Song: "...I hope so."

"Should we go up and knock on the door?" the butler asked, unsure of what to do.

Another silence followed.

In the room, Ji Hefeng wrapped a bath towel around his waist, bent down to pick up Molly, dried her off, put her on the bed, and pulled the silk sheet over her.

Molly was so weak she didn't even want to move her toes, she just glared at Ji Hefeng with her eyes. Her rosy face and watery eyes, when she glared, didn't have any imposing manner, but rather were charming and alluring, enough to steal one's soul.

Ji Hefeng took a deep breath, covered Molly's eyes with his hand, his voice hoarse, "Don't seduce me, I can't help myself. I'll feed you when I get back tonight."

Molly: "......."

Turning the tables on me? Don't you have any shame?

Ji Hefeng put on the clothes Molly had brought upstairs—bagged beach shorts and a flashy T-shirt. On their own, they were quite unappealing, but on Ji Hefeng, they made him look tall and slender, exuding a relaxed and carefree vibe that was strangely attractive.

"I'll go downstairs first and call you when it's time to eat?" Ji Hefeng could have waited for Molly to get dressed and come downstairs together, but he didn't want anyone to see her looking so alluring and charming.

Molly turned her back to him, which was a tacit acceptance of his arrangement.

Ji Hefeng chuckled softly, turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Uncle Geng and Uncle Song, who were sitting on the sofa, both looked up in the direction of the stairs. The first thing they saw was a pair of long, powerful legs, followed by a pair of large hands, long arms, a lean waist, and a broad chest...

Both of them were stunned when they saw those sharp and handsome features.

It had been more than ten years since I last saw him, and the person in my memory had become blurry. I vaguely felt that this person was somewhat familiar, but the age did not match up. This young man looked to be under twenty-five years old.

Ji Hefeng, with his long legs, quickly arrived in front of Uncle Geng and Uncle Song. His height of 1.9 meters gave the two men a strong sense of pressure. Especially when Ji Hefeng wasn't smiling, his powerful aura made them want to stay away.

Until the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a pair of big white teeth, he first hugged Uncle Song tightly, and before Uncle Song could react, he hugged Uncle Geng tightly and playfully pinched Uncle Geng's belly.

“You’ve been neglecting your exercise; this is all fat,” Ji Hefeng said maliciously.

Uncle Geng's eyes reddened, and he slapped Ji Hefeng on the back, his voice choked with emotion, "You naughty boy."

Ji Hefeng smiled and said, "You used to praise me for being well-behaved and clever."

As she spoke, Ji Hefeng looked at Uncle Song again, "Uncle, you still look as dashing as ever, and you've maintained an excellent figure."

Uncle Song was still a little dazed, unable to believe that the person in front of him was his eldest nephew. "You're Xiao Feng?"

"Doesn't look like it?" Ji Hefeng leaned closer so that Uncle Song could see it more clearly.

Uncle Song examined him carefully, nodding and then shaking his head. "You're so different from when you were a teenager. You've grown up to be too good-looking. You've been in the army for over ten years, so how come you haven't grown into a rough man? Instead, you're as noble as a scion of a noble family, like a delicate jade beauty."

Ji Hefeng touched his nose and smiled sheepishly, "My wife is young, so I figured I should take care of myself too, lest she find me repulsive."

Thinking of his nephew's wife's unforgettable appearance, Uncle Song felt that his nephew was right, "We should be careful."

Uncle Geng: "Why did you come all of a sudden? You didn't even make a phone call."

Ji Hefeng: "Isn't this to give you a surprise?"

Uncle Geng: "I was both surprised and delighted. You scared me. If I had known you looked like this, I should have asked you to send me a photo beforehand."

Ji Hefeng smiled but didn't say anything. He didn't look like this before; he only changed in the last few years. He's taller now, and his features are more striking.

It was past 8 p.m., and no one at the Song family's dining table had touched their chopsticks.

"Is Dad not coming home again today?" asked the youngest daughter.

He Yuan's face turned ugly. "Didn't you spend the whole day with your dad? Where did he go?"

"He works at the company during the day and goes to Fengshan at night." The eldest son looked listless, his face, which had been soaked in alcohol and women for a long time, was loose and lacked energy.

Upon hearing the name Fengshan, He Yuan slammed her fist on the table in anger, exclaiming, "That little bitch lives in a better place than we do!"

“It wasn’t the mistress’s house. It was Mr. Geng’s house.” The second son’s eyes were filled with respect when he mentioned Mr. Geng.

He Yuan's complexion improved, but she found it strange, "Our family has no business dealings with them."

"I don't know. Mom, could you mention it to Dad? I'd like to go help out at the company."

"Mom, we all want to go."

"Then go, all of you. This time, you'd better do a good job, and don't you dare steal the family's jewelry to give to your girlfriends again."

The two sons seem quite shrewd, but they occasionally act foolishly. One of them went to the company and the other two stole more than a dozen sets of jewelry from home to give away as gifts, specifically choosing the most expensive pieces, causing the company a huge loss.

Because of this incident, the two were kicked out of the company by Uncle Song.

At the dinner table, Ji Hefeng asked about his two older cousins ​​and younger cousins. Ji Hefeng had never met the youngest cousin, who was born after Uncle Song and He Yuan came to live with them.

When the topic of his children came up, Uncle Song shook his head repeatedly, looking distressed. He didn't consider himself stupid or lustful, but his two sons had countless girlfriends, and his two daughters were fans of celebrities every day, spending a lot of money on them.

None of the four children could stand up.

Upon seeing this, Ji Hefeng seemed to be deep in thought.

After dinner, Uncle Song sat for a while longer before reluctantly heading home.

Ji Hefeng and Uncle Geng hadn't seen each other for over a decade and had so much to talk about, so they went to the study.

Molly went back to her room alone and went to sleep before Ji Hefeng arrived.

In the study, Uncle Geng recounted how Molly had been refused entry to the Song family when she visited them that day.

“I guess Molly won’t mention this to you,” Uncle Geng said. “If you visit their house, be careful not to let Molly suffer any injustice.”

"Then I won't go." Ji Hefeng's face was grim. He had already seen his uncle, so it didn't matter whether he saw the others or not.

The next morning, Ji Hefeng, who had originally planned to accompany Molly, was taken to the company by Uncle Geng. The reason given was that as the company's second-largest shareholder, Ji Hefeng should also understand the company's business and operations.

Molly went out again to the mall to buy two sets of clothes for Ji Hefeng to change into.

Molly initially only planned to buy two casual outfits, but the housekeeper took her to a store that sold suits.

Butler: "Mr. Ji's physique would definitely look good in a suit."

Molly thought so too.

So, the two of them picked and chose, and before they knew it, they had bought seven or eight suits for Ji Hefeng.

"If there's enough time, a suit is better when it's custom-made," the butler said with some regret.

Molly: "Next time."

The two men, carrying bags, came out of the store and bumped into a group of people fighting.

Molly glanced at him briefly before looking away, while the butler protected her, worried that she might be caught in the crossfire.

The car was parked on the side of the street. Molly was about to get in when she saw Ji Hefeng get out of the car next to her and stride toward the two groups of people fighting.

Molly: "......."

Butler: Was that Mr. Ji who just walked by?

Molly nodded. "It's him. Let's go take a look."

Molly and the housekeeper put the shopping bags in the car and walked into the crowd. Ji Hefeng had already joined the fray; he acted swiftly and ruthlessly, quickly bringing the chaotic scene to a stop.

"Who are you?" a young man with dyed yellow hair shouted angrily.

Ji Hefeng didn't answer, but instead asked, "Why did they fight?"

He looked at Song Jian and Song Li, frowning. The two men were unsteady on their feet, their cheeks were sagging, how could people in their early thirties be so weak?

"He slept with my woman, I've already shown him mercy by not taking his life," the blond youth said angrily, pointing at Song Jian as if he wanted to skin Song Jian alive.

Song Jian retorted, "Meng'er is my girlfriend, not yours."

Meng'er was standing to the side. She was about 80% attractive, wearing super short denim shorts and a tank top, showing off her curves in a very daring outfit.

After hearing Song Jian's words, Meng'er stepped forward and took Song Jian's arm, saying to the blond-haired youth, "I've already broken up with you."

The blond youth's face instantly turned cold. "When did you break up? How come I didn't know?"

"Just now, when you hit A-Jian," Meng'er said, looking at Song Jian with a pained expression, "A-Jian, are you hurt?"

Song Jian cast a smug look at the blond youth, kissed Meng'er's cheek in public, and said with a lewd smile, "I'm fine."

"You two scoundrels, I'll beat you to death!"

The blond-haired youth was furious.

"No, it's not worth it." Ji Hefeng stopped the blond youth. "It's not worth fighting for a fickle woman. She doesn't deserve it."

The blond youth was unimpressed, saying, "I'll beat you up too."

He threw a punch at Ji Hefeng's handsome face, but Ji Hefeng grabbed it. Ji Hefeng remained calm and composed, saying, "You and your brothers are no match for me."

The blond-haired youth remained silent; he knew Ji Hefeng was telling the truth.

Ji Hefeng pointed at Song Jian, "He has seven or eight girlfriends. Meng'er won't get away with this; she won't have a good ending. As for A-Jian, I'll tell his dad and let him deal with him, how about that?"

The blond-haired youth was unhappy; he couldn't swallow this insult.

"Butler," Ji Hefeng said to the butler standing to the side.

The butler, who was watching the play, suddenly snapped out of his daze and hurriedly stepped forward. "Mr. Ji, what are your orders?"

Ji Hefeng: "Did you bring any money?"

The butler nodded hurriedly, "I brought it."

"Give these brothers some money as compensation for their medical expenses and as an apology," Ji Hefeng said.

Upon hearing this, the butler hurriedly took out two stacks of money from his briefcase and presented them to the blond-haired youth with both hands.

The blond-haired youth looked at Ji Hefeng, then at his brothers behind him. The brothers were staring intently at the money in the butler's hand—it was such a thick wad of cash, surely it must be over ten thousand yuan.

Seeing this, Huang Mao snorted coldly, grabbed the two stacks of money, and called his brothers to leave.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to utter a threat: "Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you up every time I do."