Eleven stars
When Feng Chibai once again made time to go to the Institute of Astronomy, this time he did not see Lin Tang.
Knowing that every time he came, it was for two reasons. If he hadn't left after completing the project follow-up, then there was only one thing left. So Ying explained to him, "Boss Feng, my boss has taken leave for the past two days, so you probably won't be able to see her today."
"Ask for leave?" Feng Chibai's face finally showed some changes. He frowned slightly, as if waiting for his next words.
"The boss's stomach ulcer has recurred in the past two days. He's not feeling well and has been in the hospital for intravenous drips."
Hearing this, Feng Chibai narrowed his eyes subconsciously. After asking Xiang Yingyu a few questions, he asked the driver to drive the car to the Municipal Hospital.
In the hospital filled with the unpleasant smell of medicine, he walked to a ward with a clear goal and turned the door handle.
The moment the door was opened, the scene inside was revealed.
On the bed by the window, a thin figure was curled up in a ball, half-sitting on the bed, holding a document in one hand, with a needle for an IV drip inserted into the back of his hand. Upon hearing the noise, he glanced over in surprise.
When he saw who it was, Lin Tang said casually, "Oh, President Feng is really well-informed."
Feng Chibai approached her, his brows furrowed, "I've always cared about you."
He pulled out a chair and sat down, folding his hands on his abdomen and asking, "Why did you suddenly get a stomach ulcer when you were fine?"
"Oh." Lin Tang's eyes had returned to the document, and he casually replied, "It's an old problem. Don't worry about it."
Suddenly remembering something, she looked at him again: "Don't worry, you can survive for two years."
A hint of coldness flashed through Feng Chibai's eyes, then was quickly concealed. After a moment's silence, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Although the friendship between you and me isn't particularly deep, I still hope that Miss Lin can cherish her life. After all... you still have family."
Lin Tang was stunned, frowned, and asked in confusion: "Why did you suddenly give me a value?"
Feng Chibai had a faint smile on his face: "From the bottom of my heart."
Lin Tang chuckled and continued to read the information in his hand. After reading through it all, there was only one-third left.
She had been staying in the hospital for the past two days. The smell was unpleasant, the atmosphere was oppressive, and she didn't want to stay any longer. Fortunately, this was her last IV drip; once it was finished, she would be completely relieved.
She leaned lazily against the pillow, suddenly at a loss for what to do. After a moment of hesitation, she suddenly said to Feng Chibai, "Do you have the electronic copies of those two agreements?"
Feng Chibai raised her eyebrows in surprise. This was the first time she had mentioned this matter in such a while.
The next second, she added, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just bored and looking for something to do, and I'm here to criticize your unfair terms."
After all, evil capitalists will always try their best to exploit the other party, so she naturally classified him as one of them.
Feng Chibai pretended to be disappointed: "I thought you were moved by my sincerity."
Lin Tang snorted twice: "We are just doing business, how can this be considered sincerity?"
Feng Chibai was not choked at all: "Telling you everything honestly, is that considered a kind of sincerity?"
"Well, in this regard, President Feng really impressed me."
However, when she saw the specific contents of the document, she found that she seemed to have wronged him.
Aside from requiring her to move into the Feng family's old house while the marriage lasted, he didn't make any other excessive demands. Instead, he made a generous offer of compensation: after the divorce, he would have to give up the division of the couple's joint property, but he could let her choose any of the houses under his name, and he would voluntarily give her 10 million yuan in compensation.
Lin Tang didn't really care about these things. She was quite curious. Feng Chibai was already the president of Yunhe. He would have no worries about food and drink for the rest of his life. Why did he have to get involved in this mess?
But the moment she asked, she suddenly realized that money was something the more money you made, the better. Who knows, maybe he was also full of passion and wanted to make a big name for himself.
She thought so as a matter of course, but suddenly heard him say: "The old man holds 10% of my mother's shares."
His face was calm, as if he was narrating something insignificant.
Lin Tang was puzzled: "Why are your mother's shares in your grandfather's hands?"
"She passed away." Feng Chibai's tone remained calm, "When I was eight years old."
The shares that the old man had given away naturally flowed back into his hands after his mother passed away.
At that moment, Lin Tang felt as if his heart had been struck by a stone. His breathing paused for a moment before he slowly recovered. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring this up."
"No need to apologize, this matter can be found on the Internet." After all, in order to clear himself of the bad reputation, Feng Junming specially held a very grand mourning meeting after his mother's death to express his ironic love for his deceased wife.
Feng Chibai paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "This shows that you really don't care much about me."
If she was interested, she would search for his information online and find out about the news reports on this matter.
But she didn't, so she didn't know about Feng Yunjing.
But it's okay this way. He wants to see him cover up the truth with one lie after another until the day when he can no longer hide it. It will definitely be exciting.
"Shouldn't Party B be utterly resentful of Party A? How could they possibly bother trying to understand him?"
Feng Chibai hummed, "I think it's not to the point where you're going to give me a hard time."
Lin Tang curled his lips: "You are indeed... the best party A I have ever met in communication."
When the liquid in the IV drip was completely drained, the nurse came to help her remove the needle. After completing the discharge procedures, Feng Chibai walked her to the gate of the community as usual.
However, when she got off the car, perhaps because she had been sitting for too long and her strength had not yet fully recovered, she subconsciously took Feng Chibai's arm, tugging at the corner of his clothes with her fingertips, and casually said, "Lend me a hand."
Feng Chibai lowered his eyes and glanced at the hand on his arm without saying anything. He just let her lead him forward.
It wasn't until she returned home and slumped down on the sofa that she pulled her arm away from her body.
The place she lived in was not very big and was simply decorated with only useful things.
She closed her eyes subconsciously for a moment because she was a little confused. When she opened them again, Feng Chibai hadn't left yet. She sat slouched and jokingly said, "Boss Feng, are you planning to stay at my house today?"
Feng Chibai sat down beside her, crossed his arms, and said in a neutral tone, "I suddenly remembered something and need to discuss it with you."
Lin Tang naturally put his arm around his shoulder and leaned forward to look him in the eye. "What kind of contract is this? A remarriage contract?"
Feng Chibai looked her over, his gaze finally resting on her arm: "Lin Tang, in the future, try not to do this to anyone of the opposite sex."
Hearing this, she lowered her arms, but didn't quite understand: "Why? Isn't it against the rules?"
Feng Chibai hummed: "They will think that this is a signal."
"What signal?"
"A sign that you have feelings for them."
Lin Tang was stunned for a moment, blinked, and began to recall some of his previous actions. If what he said was true, then she had sent a signal to a group of people.
She had a crush on a group of people, and she suddenly felt like laughing: "Does that make me a scumbag?"
She hissed, thinking hard for a while, then glanced at him sideways: "So, did I just send you a signal? Do I need to explain?"
Feng Chibai was very calm: "It's okay to send it to me. After all, I will be your future husband."
"Then President Feng really has a sure win."
"I'm not sure of victory. I still need your cooperation." He paused. "Of course, I believe you will cooperate with me, right?"
Lin Tang didn't give a definite answer, but just said, "It depends on the situation."
*
In the Feng family's old house.
It's a rare dinner where everyone gets together.
At the dinner table.
In the dull atmosphere, everyone ate quietly, each with their own thoughts.
Suddenly, the old man put down his bowl and chopsticks first and asked sternly, "What's going on these days? Why are people not coming home one after another?"
His words were pointed, and his sharp eyes swept over Feng Chibai and Feng Yunjing.
Both of them continued to eat, neither of them intending to speak first.
On the other hand, Feng Siru, the second elder sister, narrowed her eyes, a sarcastic smile on her lips, and said slowly: "Third brother may be busy, as for fourth brother, it is hard to say what he is doing."
Obviously, he is here to muddy the waters.
Xu Jianyun quickly defended his son, saying, "Xiao Jing has been busy with too many commercial performances lately, so he's been running around a lot. That's why he was late coming back."
Old Master Feng glanced at Xu Jianyun, who immediately lowered his head timidly. He snorted coldly and scolded Feng Yunjing, "Has your focus shifted lately? That project in the north of the city hasn't been finalized yet."
Although the four heirs of the Feng family have different abilities, for now, Grandpa Feng will not deliberately favor anyone. He will give opportunities to everyone equally, and it depends on who has the ability to seize them.
He took a deep breath and continued, "If you can't reach an agreement, then let Xiaochi go."
Hearing this, Xu Jianyun was the first to be unhappy. He immediately jumped up and said, "No, no, Xiao Jing is just too busy lately. I can coordinate it."
After she finished speaking, she poked Feng Yunjing and whispered, "Hurry up and explain it clearly to your grandfather."
But before Feng Yunjing could say anything, Feng Siru pretended to laugh again and said in surprise, "Busy with music? I don't think your band is that famous."
She suddenly realized and said, "Is it possible that Fourth Brother is always slow to catch on in every aspect?"
Feng Yunjing's fingertips pressed so hard the chopsticks threatened to break. Her reddened eyes strained to suppress her anger, her teeth clenched tightly, and a breath stuck in her throat, unable to rise or fall.
Feng Chibai continued to eat leisurely, his expression unchanged, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. But even Feng Xing wanted to join in the fun: "It's just a project, what's wrong with giving it to my third brother?"
"Why should I give in?" Feng Yunjing finally couldn't help it. His eyes were red and he spoke coldly, enunciating each word.
"Why?" Feng Siru snorted and laughed, then teased, "Shouldn't you feel guilty about him?"
Her smile deepened, and her frivolous eyes clearly showed her intention to provoke him.
"Should I feel guilty towards him for the rest of my life?" He shouted this out with almost all his strength.
“That’s enough!”
Feng Chibai's eyes were cold, and his breath was unstable for a moment. He kept his eyes half-closed, not wanting to even glance at anyone at the table.
Originally, this dispute had nothing to do with him, but Feng Siru had to bring the fire to him. He didn't want to hear anyone mention that matter again, so he couldn't help but shout.
Feng Siru was sitting next to him, her chin resting on the back of her hand, and she slowly said to him with a sidelong glance, "I'm speaking for you."
The smile in her words did not fade.
Feng Chibai's words were very irritating. He knew, of course, that Feng Siru wasn't trying to help anyone; she was just fanning the flames and picking someone who looked even more unruly.
Old Master Feng slammed the table, extinguishing all the noise. His expression was serious, and despite his age, he still looked dignified. "Thank goodness we're at home. If outsiders saw you all making such a fuss, it would be disgraceful!"
He glared at Feng Yunjing fiercely: "Alright, I'll give you another week. If you can't make it, I'll hand it over to Xiaochi."
The old man's expression was still a little grim as he looked away. He relaxed his composure and, taking advantage of everyone present, announced, "This Sunday is your grandmother's birthday. Let's book a private room and have dinner together as a family. No one should be absent. Let Xiaoru handle this."
Feng Siru finally responded politely with a "OK".
Even though Grandma Feng had passed away many years earlier, Grandpa would still celebrate her birthday as usual. This was one of the few days when the family could gather together for a peaceful meal.
After all, if anyone caused trouble on this day, it would be obvious that they were against the old man.
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