Chapter 43 Zhang Yuxiang has met many people...
Zhang Yuxiang had seen a lot of people and had a sharp eye. She knew very well that although Liu Duanhe was a good kid, his parents were not kind people. She reminded him, "If you want to be with someone for a long time, getting through to his parents will be a big hurdle."
"So, although your son's sweetheart's parents aren't very nice, Liu Rumeng and her husband are not easy to deal with. They only care about money and not people. You should be prepared. However, it's sometimes simpler when their purpose is clear and they've laid it out. For example, if you can bring enough benefits."
Feng Xingyun was thinking about a long-term relationship. Even though nothing was certain yet, he could consider those few days as a brief period of interaction between them, with photos as proof. This was something he had to consider. However, he knew very little about Liu Duan and his family, since he rarely attended gatherings in the entertainment circle.
Feng Hou chuckled, "You little brat, all you ever do is tinker with your crappy cars. Now you're at a loss, aren't you?"
"You can rest assured about Liu Duan and his parents. The couple doesn't get along with Liu Duan. They've been fighting fiercely behind the scenes lately."
Zhang Yuxiang laughed then, "You're misusing idioms again."
Feng Xingyun knew that his mother had just been teasing him out of mischief, but fortunately, he was already used to it.
Seeing Feng Xingyun chuckle expressionlessly, Zhang Yuxiang said speechlessly, "You're not funny at all. Just looking at your face makes us feel a lot of pressure."
Feng Xingyun: "Oh."
By the time they finished passing on their secrets, it was already quite late. After going upstairs, Feng Xingyun began searching for information about the Liu family, including but not limited to contacting the few friends he knew in his circle, as well as online reports, the group's official website, and financial reports from previous years.
With the New Year just a few days away, coupled with his most important project in Taicheng, Liu Duanhe is extremely busy at the company, with endless meetings and documents every day.
Until Secretary Wei knocked on the door and brought Feng Xingyun in, Liu Duanhe hadn't even pulled himself out of his report. He casually told him to sit down, and only after he finished dealing with the report did he look up and see Feng Xingyun's intense gaze, at which point he leaned back in surprise.
When did you arrive?
Having not seen each other for many days, Feng Xingyun didn't want to leave Liu Duanhe for even a second. His burning gaze, as if he wanted to devour him whole, made Liu Duanhe feel a little uncomfortable. He got up, turned his head away, and took the drink that the secretary had just knocked on the door to bring.
Her entire body was wrapped up tightly, which added to her ascetic indifference, leaving only her fair and slender neck and fingers exposed.
At the company, Liu Duanhe was not dressed in a suit and tie. He wore a warm white cashmere sweater and gray trousers. Underneath the soft and loose clothes, his muscular chest and long legs were faintly visible and even more attractive. They were not the kind of exaggeratedly large muscles, but rather a lean and strong physique where every muscle was full of power. He looked like an ancient gentleman who was as gentle as jade and proficient in the six arts, with an outstanding demeanor.
Feng Xingyun stared blankly at Liu Duanhe without saying a word. After a while, he took the cup after Liu Duanhe walked up to him and handed it to him. "It won't take long, just a little while. We haven't seen each other for a long time."
Liu Duanhe's office is very large, even in a high-rise building where every inch of land is precious, it is still over 100 square meters, and there is a lounge and a bathroom inside to meet his need to rest when he is tired.
He sat on the sofa in front of Feng Xingyun, neither too close nor too far, maintaining just the right distance. Feng Xingyun's eyes darkened, and his rough fingertips felt faintly hot.
She suddenly chuckled, "Of course you must be incredibly annoyed right now, after all, you've finally managed to get away from me."
Perhaps it was the wildfire in his heart that made him unable to control himself. Whenever he faced Liu Duanhe's indifferent appearance, he always wanted to say barbed words, trying to force out different reactions from him.
Or perhaps he was actually hoping that Liu Duanhe would deny it, in order to confirm his feelings.
Liu Duanhe frowned involuntarily. "You don't need to belittle yourself like that, and don't say such harsh things. This matter is essentially my own problem. Whether you like me or not doesn't affect my feelings about this farce. Otherwise, we wouldn't be sitting here talking right now."
He felt a dull ache in his heart, especially when he saw Feng Xingyun's forced smile and thick, dark eyebrows. "I don't find you annoying. Perhaps my previous actions and words have given you this concern. I apologize again. We are equals. Please remain calm and rational today and resolve this matter. We can talk about the rest later."
Feng Xingyun felt like he was going crazy. His heart was pounding wildly, pounding in his ears, and his eyes were sore and stinging. "I don't need any material compensation. I like you. I just hope you can give me a chance to spend another month as lovers. No physical contact is needed. I just need you to continue to treat me as your boyfriend. Just one month, and then our relationship will end."
This was the compensation condition that Feng Xingyun had thought about for many days and determined. He was playing it close to the edge. If the misunderstanding ended here, there was a 99% chance that Liu Duanhe would never take the initiative to talk to him again. Even though he said he wasn't annoyed, he wouldn't contact him again. Since he couldn't have a real talk and make the best of a bad situation, he set a deadline and restrictions to put on a fake talk. How many people could see through the truth?
He didn't know if Liu Duanhe could accept it, but he could actually take a gamble, betting on where Liu Duanhe's bottom line was.
Liu Duanhe's gaze shifted noticeably as he scrutinized her from head to toe, clearly deep in thought. He smiled faintly and said, "You dare to bring that up."
Feng Xingyun's heart was pounding. He met Liu Duanhe's gaze calmly, almost unable to contain his excitement. If Liu Duanhe would consider the proposal, then half the battle would be won.
Liu Duanhe hesitated. He didn't like to weigh feelings on the scales of a transaction, nor did he like to casually and carelessly fall in love.
But he was innocent, and Feng Xingyun seemed innocent too. Their accidental and misplaced romance had only existed briefly, limited to one month. There was no physical contact, only a tentative Platonic emotional interaction, which he tentatively incorporated into the relationship, and it didn't make people feel disgusted or repulsed.
Feng Xingyun leaned forward slightly. "We got along quite well before, didn't we? You said you didn't dislike me."
His deep-set eyes drooped slightly, and he cleverly used his father's pitiful act from yesterday, avoiding direct eye contact with Liu Duanhe to reduce the aggressiveness of his appearance and gaze.
His tall stature and handsome, fierce face somehow appeared somewhat pitiful, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke.
Liu Duanhe then noticed his attire today. The aggressive look in Feng Xingyun's eyes had unknowingly disturbed his thoughts, and he hadn't initially noticed his little scheme today.
He could only describe Feng Xingyun's attire today as flamboyant, a far cry from the simple and comfortable hoodies and work pants he usually wore.
Instead, he wore a tailor-made black shirt, suit pants, and overcoat. His 1.9-meter height made him look like a supermodel, exuding the aura of a "suit-wearing thug" and highlighting his figure in every way.
After Liu Duanhe noticed, he couldn't help but smile, but he didn't openly point it out. Instead, he praised him politely and subtly, "Yes, I don't dislike you. Trying a new style is indeed a worthwhile endeavor. You look very handsome."
He accepted Feng Xingyun's guidance with a smile, but did not give any clear affirmation.
Feng Xingyun, who was most annoyed by roundabout ways of beating around the bush, sat obediently on the sofa without the slightest impatience and said with utmost patience, "People don't have to always follow the rules. It might be better to go out and try new things and not restrict your mind, wouldn't it?"
He was clearly making a pointed remark, testing and probing Liu Duanhe's bottom line.
Her fair and slender hands had never been used for any physical labor. In addition, due to her natural advantages, her joints were extremely beautiful, and her ten fingers were slender and slightly pink with a healthy glow.
Feng Xingyun's gaze had fallen on Liu Duanhe's hand as he picked up his cup to drink water without him noticing.
He smiled slightly, his lips, moistened and bright red, spoke with unreserved affirmation, "Yes, what we businessmen fear most is stagnation. Everyone is saying we need to innovate and transform."
One sentence led to another topic, and he pondered in the back-and-forth chat that Feng Xingyun's advice was very clear. Only a fool would not understand it. Most things in the world are not that complicated; most are simply a matter of brute force overcoming all difficulties.
They are now willing to take the bait again, but this time it's not the usual exchange of benefits that Liu Duanhe is used to. Instead, his conscience and his feelings are placed on opposite ends of the scale.
When Liu Duanhe realized this, the answer to whether he should agree or not became clear. Feng Xingyun had not used resources or money to trade with him. His only bargaining chip was his promise and the conscience of his verbal agreement. And Liu Duanhe was, at least before and now, an honest businessman.
He calmly thought that he had been experiencing emotional fluctuations because of Feng Xingyun lately, and perhaps he could use this opportunity to figure out his true feelings.
After exchanging dozens of sentences, Liu Duanhe remained calm and smiling, while Feng Xingyun's face remained expressionless, though his palms were sweating nervously. He gave several irrelevant answers to Liu Duanhe before realizing it through Liu's teasing smile and pursed his lips in apology.
Liu Duanhe said directly, "It's alright, I accept your suggestion. We can give it a try, for a month, Plato."
He froze on the spot, his pupils contracted sharply, and his cold, hard face seemed to have lost all mental activity. Feng Xingyun's mind went blank the moment he heard it, no less so than when he confessed his feelings on a snowy day. And this suggestion carried almost the same weight in his heart as a confession.
As long as Liu Duanhe agrees, then he has at least obtained the number of love, which is even higher than Chen Xingdong, who has been his childhood friend for more than ten years. Feng Xingyun didn't say it, but now he realized how jealous he was of Chen Xingdong. He grew up with Liu Duanhe, and their families had been on good terms for generations. Chen Xingdong had known Liu Duanhe for many years before Feng Xingyun.
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