Just as Jing Zhe was wondering who was outside the door, a woman's voice came in.
"Is the young master here?"
Upon hearing this voice, Jing Zhe was startled.
To be honest, Jing Zhe has heard many beautiful voices. For example, his seventh sister, Lin Wan'er, was amazing when he first heard her voice. It was as beautiful as a gentle stream and unforgettable.
The voices of Jing Zhe's other women were also unique and pleasant to hear, but none of them were like this one. To be precise, compared to Jing Zhe's other women, this voice wasn't particularly pleasant.
However, there was a seductive quality to the voice, a seductive quality that made people feel itchy inside and stiff in the body.
Jing Zhe was slightly surprised – wasn't it said that Feng Family Restaurant only had restaurants and inns, and no brothels?
Could it be that the waiter was deliberately hiding something, and that the private rooms on the second floor and above actually offer door-to-door service?
Thinking of this, Jing Zhe became somewhat excited—well, naturally, excited with the intention of educating and enlightening him…
So Jing Zhe opened the door.
All Jing Zhe could see was a blanket of white, so white that it almost blinded him, yet he couldn't bear to keep his eyes closed.
She wore a long, peach-pink silk dress over a white strapless top, but it couldn't completely conceal her ample breasts exposed to the air, making her truly captivating.
"Young master, is it beautiful?"
Just as Jing Zhe was observing, the woman spoke.
"nice."
Subconsciously, Jing Zhe gave a reply.
The woman opposite him was slightly taken aback. She hadn't expected Jing Zhe to be so honest, perhaps because no one had ever been as bold as him to speak his mind.
So after a moment of stunned silence, she burst into laughter. With her unrestrained laughter, the already somewhat oversized strapless bra trembled along with her snow-white breasts.
"Young master is so honest, hehehe..."
Only then did Jing Zhe look up and examine the woman.
Upon seeing the woman's face, Jing Zhe thought of a saying.
A pair of almond-shaped eyes, two arched eyebrows, a slender figure, a charming physique, a face that exudes spring-like beauty yet remains dignified, and a smile that precedes her words—truly a phrase tailor-made for her!
With a face like a lotus and eyebrows like willows, her phoenix eyes, which should have given her a somewhat sharp and assertive look, instead possessed a captivating charm that was even more alluring than peach blossoms.
Her face was covered in powder, making her skin as white as snow. Her black hair was styled into a high bun, and the silver beads on her head shone brightly in the dim light of the corridor. Her bright red lips were slightly upturned. Her whole appearance was extremely seductive. If it weren't for the wrinkles that couldn't be hidden at her temples, Jing Zhe might have thought she was a young girl in her twenties.
"May I ask who this young lady is...?"
Jing Zhe already had a plan in mind, but he wasn't sure yet, so he asked this question.
Upon hearing this, the glamorous woman laughed even more heartily, gently patted Jing Zhe, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Young master, you are so eloquent! I am old enough to be your mother, yet you still call me 'little sister'!"
"You are... Mrs. Feng?"
"Hehe, what's wrong? You said you wanted to see me, but you don't recognize me?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Jing Zhe was certain that the glamorous woman in front of him was Feng Mubai's mother—no, she should be his young mother, Madam Feng.
At that moment, the titles of some movies featuring only a few actors suddenly popped into Jing Zhe's mind, such as "My Friend's Mother"...
Of course, Feng Mubai was not yet Jing Zhe's friend.
If Jing Zhe's first impression of Madam Feng was one of amazement, then upon learning her identity, he suddenly felt a chill—"What the hell are you doing, pretending to be young when you're already middle-aged? How disgusting!"
If she were to act this flamboyantly towards a novice or any other man—or even without it, just a few words or a flick of her finger would be enough to make countless men fall at her feet—but aren't all of Jing Zhe's women a hundred times more beautiful than her? More importantly, Jing Zhe's women are naturally young; they don't need to act like this…
Thinking this way, Jing Zhe was no longer very fond of Madam Feng, but he still had to take a look. This was a man's instinctive reaction, and also a sign of respect for Madam Feng's attire.
Madam Feng, on the other side, had no idea that in such a short time, Jing Zhe had already gone through a mental struggle and had even sentenced her to death.
"What, young master, are you planning to make me stand outside the door forever? Aren't you going to invite me in? I'm so cold~"
Although the weather in Jiangling was warm, it was still March after all. In particular, the corridors of the restaurant were not sunny and the temperature was not high. Madam Feng was dressed very lightly, so it was normal for her to feel cold.
If you want to be sexy, then don't worry about being cold!
Jing Zhe mentally complained, but outwardly he warmly ushered Madam Feng into the house.
Madam Feng entered the room, closed the door, and skillfully locked it behind her. Seeing this, Jing Zhe's eyelids twitched, but his face remained expressionless.
"I heard that you have something to discuss with me, young master?"
Madam Feng leaned against the door, biting her lip, her gaze towards Jing Zhe pitiful yet incredibly alluring.
"Yes, something came up."
Jing Zhe admired her flirtatiousness, thinking to himself, "It's a good thing she doesn't know that I just humiliated his son, otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to show off like this."
"Oh? What is it?"
As she spoke, Madam Feng took a step forward, getting closer to Jing Zhe.
The two were only a body length apart, and Jing Zhe could already smell the strong fragrance emanating from her. He thought to himself, no wonder Manager Lin had been so attentive after seeing his appearance and had even led him here.
All the movements were practiced with practiced ease, and then came Madam Feng's "throwing herself into her arms." One could imagine that the two of them had cooperated countless times, and that too many handsome young men had been seduced by Madam Feng.
Unsurprisingly, those handsome young men were no match for Madam Feng's "charm," because she was simply too alluring; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so confident and relaxed in front of Jing Zhe.
Although, in terms of age, Madam Feng is indeed old enough to be Jing Zhe's mother, and more than old enough, after all, her son Feng Mubai is older than Jing Zhe.
However, Madam Feng felt that with her looks, how could a young man like Jing Zhe resist her?
So, she gave Jing Zhe a flirtatious wink.
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