Chapter 113 Jiang Zhenzhu's entanglement with Feng Yu
"I rescued Mr. Jiang's niece in the old town. I brought her to Yushui Bay. Could you please take her home, Uncle Li?"
"Yes, that's right."
When Jiang Zhenzhu heard Feng Yu's gentle voice, a strange feeling flashed through her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp it.
As Feng Yu got out of the car, he hung up the phone. Jiang Zhenzhu followed behind him and mustered her courage to call out to him, "Mr. Feng!"
Feng Yu turned around. "What is it?"
"Mr. Feng, thank you for saving me. My name is Jiang Zhenzhu."
"Yes, you're welcome."
Feng Yu remained indifferent; he did not believe he needed to develop a close relationship with Jiang Zhenzhu.
Yan Songyu was not surprised to see Jiang Zhenzhu wrapped in Feng Yu's coat. She gently but distantly invited her into the house and arranged for a maid to take her to wash up.
"Here you go, your favorite mung bean cake!" Feng Yu presented the mung bean cake like a precious treasure.
Yan Songyu's eyes lit up. "Zhao's Restaurant should be closed by now, right?"
"Yes, this is what the boss saved for himself. I just happened to get some, so have a taste."
Yan Songyu took one out and took a bite. "Delicious! The taste hasn't changed at all."
"Mom, why is Sister Pearl here?" Feifei came downstairs. Could she have followed Uncle Feng all the way to our house?
Feng Yu pushed the mung bean cake in front of Fei Fei, saying, "Unexpectedly, she won't stay long."
When Jiang Zhenzhu came down, Yan Binghua and the others were already sitting at the table. Feifei had a seat reserved for her, which was right in front of Feng Yu, so she spent the whole meal staring at Feng Yu.
Yan Songyu saw Jiang Zhenzhu's actions and secretly pinched Feng Yu's waist. Although it was Jiang Zhenzhu's wishful thinking, she was still angry.
As Jiang Zhenzhu was about to leave, she kept turning back, her resentful gaze secretly fixed on Feng Yu. At that moment, she hadn't heard what Feng Yu and Yan Songyu were saying at all; her mind was preoccupied with how to tell Feng Yu her name.
As for Feng Yu... Feng Yu showed no intention of getting up and leaving. Only Yan Songyu and Feifei saw Jiang Zhenzhu into the car.
Just when Feng Yu thought the matter of saving people was over, the call from the front desk was transferred to him.
"Clothes? What clothes?"
"It was delivered by a Miss Jiang Zhenzhu. She is waiting for you at the front desk, saying she wants to return the clothes."
The receptionist glanced at Jiang Zhenzhu out of the corner of her eye, secretly gossiping. Apart from Chairman Yan of Ruixin, they had never seen any other woman with President Feng. And Chairman Yan's child was already so grown up, so obviously he wouldn't have any relationship with President Feng. Today, this Miss Jiang was the only exception, because she was involved in such an ambiguous matter as returning clothes.
However……
"I understand. I'll have my secretary come down and get it. Please ask her to wait a moment."
"Okay, Mr. Feng."
The receptionist's imagination ran wild; it seemed she was mistaken. No, it was just that Mr. Feng was too lonely. This Miss Jiang was holding the clothes with a shy and timid air, clearly interested in Mr. Feng, but he only sent his secretary down.
Well, it seems the goddess was willing, but the king was not.
"Ms. Jiang, please wait a moment."
"OK, thanks."
As soon as Feng Yu's secretary stepped out of the elevator, she went straight to the front desk. "Are you Miss Jiang?"
Jiang Zhenzhu smiled brightly, "Yes, hello, did President Feng send you to pick me up?"
The secretary paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "President Feng asked me to come down and get the clothes."
Jiang Zhenzhu's smile froze, but the training she had received had not been in vain. She quickly composed herself and said, "I will personally deliver it to President Feng and thank him for saving me that day."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Feng is in a very important meeting that may last until the end of the workday, so he sent me down to get it. You can just hand it to me."
Having said that, Jiang Zhenzhu had no choice but to give up. "Ah, haha~ I see. Well then, thank you for your hard work. I'll thank President Feng again next time."
When the secretary handed the suit to Feng Yushi, he didn't even look up. "Never mind, just put it in the donation box downstairs."
"Oh, okay."
As a man who upholds traditional male virtues, Feng Yu immediately reported the matter to Yan Songyu.
"The secretary went downstairs to get the clothes, and I've already told him to put them in the donation box. I didn't let Jiang Zhenzhu come upstairs."
"She had feelings for you when she was in the hospital, and now that you've rescued her, it's no wonder she's completely fallen for you."
"I don't even remember what she looks like, but having your heart is enough for me."
Yan Songyu chuckled, "I'm afraid she won't give up easily."
As if to confirm Yan Songyu's words, for the next period of time, Jiang Zhenzhu delivered lunch and afternoon tea to Huasheng every day, but Feng Yu never saw her or accepted her loving lunch. He even asked the front desk to tell her that he was not short of food.
He believed his rejection was clear enough, and if she continued to pester him, he wouldn't care about her feelings as a girl.
When Jiang Zhenzhu didn't come back the next day, Feng Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't a mean person, but in fact, he relaxed too soon, because... this person squatting by his car...
"Miss Jiang, what exactly do you want?" Feng Yu was already getting annoyed.
"I... I just wanted to thank you in person."
"Now that you've thanked me, can you leave? You've been harassing me at my company every day, causing me a lot of trouble, damaging my personal image, and potentially causing irreparable damage to my company."
Jiang Zhenzhu was startled. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Whether you did it on purpose or not, I hope this farce ends here."
"I...I..." Jiang Zhenzhu really cried because Feng Yu's disgusted and annoyed look hurt her, but she was unwilling to give up just like that. She just liked him.
"This isn't a farce. I just want to be good to you. I... like you. Can you give me a chance?"
"No, I don't like you, and I don't need anyone else to be nice to me." Feng Yu refused directly and decisively.
"We've never even spent time together, you don't know me, so how can you be so sure you won't like me? I really like you, so..."
“I have someone I like, so I won’t like you, and I don’t want to know you.” Feng Yu interrupted Jiang Zhenzhu’s heartfelt confession, not caring at all whether it would hurt her, and continued, “I don’t think you really like me either. Like you said, you don’t even know me. What do you like about me? My appearance? My status? My money? Or because I saved you? That’s the suspension bridge effect.”
"No, I just like you. I like everything about you—your appearance, your status, your wealth—they're all part of you. Why do we have to look at them separately?"
"We don't necessarily have to break up, but our thoughts and experiences are clearly mismatched, and more importantly, I don't like you. Is my meaning clear enough now?"
Seeing the mockery in Feng Yu's indifferent expression, as if he were laughing at her foolish attempt to cling to him, Jiang Zhenzhu could no longer hold back and turned to run away crying.
Why are you crying like that?
Jiang Chengli looked at the disheveled Jiang Zhenzhu. Unfortunately, it started to drizzle, and she was soaked to the bone. It was impossible to tell whether the water on her face was tears or rain.
"Second Uncle, he doesn't like me. He even thinks I only approached him for his status and wealth."
"Is that Feng Yu? How dare he talk to you like that? I'm going to settle the score with him!"
Jiang Chengli slammed his hand on the table and was about to get up when Jiang Zhenzhu stopped him. "Forget it, Second Uncle, don't go. I don't like him anymore. Who wants someone as arrogant and disdainful as him? I don't even mind that he's old."
"Alright, alright, we don't care about him," Jiang Chengli reassured. "It's good that we don't like him. There's always a lot of gossip in wealthy families. I even overheard some gossip today."
"Mr. Song of the Song Group was once deeply in love with his first wife, but he was unexpectedly betrayed by a rival and had a one-night stand with a hostess. He then became infatuated with the hostess, got her pregnant, and forced her to come to his door, which angered his first wife to death. In the end, he married that hostess."
"Rich men can't be kept, especially after they've tasted the sweetness of love. It's good that you gave up on Feng Yu."
Jiang Zhenzhu listened thoughtfully and nodded.
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