"Is that all you have to say?" Lu Feng said in a deep voice, "We need to wait for the right opportunity. I've told you many times, the turning point in this matter lies with Mr. Feng, with Sun Hung Kai Properties, do you understand?"
"You're not under any pressure right now, but the bank is calling me every day, and President Chen has already started keeping an eye on things. The sky above my head could collapse at any moment. Lu Feng, you fucking bastard!!"
“Su Yourong, this isn’t over yet. It’s not appropriate for you to argue with me like this. You were the one who encouraged me to get involved in this in the first place.” Lu Feng retorted, “You begged me to help you cash out.”
"Aren't you also trying to get funding? Aren't you having trouble raising funds too? It won't benefit you. Are you the kind of person who would be dragged down by others?"
"I'm just asking you, can you...?"
"Who is it? So late at night?" Jiang Xiaoyan's voice came from the duplex apartment.
Lu Feng looked up and saw her wearing pajamas, holding onto the railing with both hands. She had been standing there for some time, staring intently at Lu Feng downstairs.
"Why are you awake?" Lu Feng asked, taking the phone away from his ear.
"You're so loud, how could I not wake up? Who is it that's making you so angry in the middle of the night? Su Yourong? Isn't that trade company boss already dead?" Jiang Xiaoyan pressed.
"We were just talking about the past. You go to sleep first, I'll wash up and go to bed in a bit too." Lu Feng smiled at her and said, "I'll keep my voice down when I'm on the phone."
Jiang Xiaoyan had only met Su Yourong once, but the memory was still vivid. When that woman entered the house, she stood in the living room staring at her with fierce eyes like a hungry wolf on the grassland, extremely aggressive.
When Su Yourong faced her, she felt only fear. At that time, she thought that if this woman tried to take her man, she would have no chance of winning. Jiang Xiaoyan didn't even dare to look at her.
Whether Jiang Xiaoyan dares to do it now, she still doesn't know.
"Then you should get some rest too, don't overwork yourself." Jiang Xiaoyan said, then turned and went back into the house.
Lu Feng picked up the phone and lowered his voice, saying, "Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I'm hanging up."
"I mean, you're a big boss, are you really this afraid of your wife?" Su Yourong chuckled disdainfully. "You're so ruthless when you're with me, but you're like a lamb in front of her. You didn't even dare to breathe loudly just now. Why should I tell you anything? You give me the money first."
Lu Feng didn't want to waste any more words and hung up the phone directly. Su Yourong on the other end of the line smashed the phone and leaned against the headboard smoking. She had always envied Jiang Xiaoyan. Both of them were good-looking and came from ordinary backgrounds, but their fates were completely different.
She wasn't a naturally promiscuous woman. If she had met a man similar to Lu Feng, her life might have been completely different. She attributed it all to bad luck.
After Lu Feng finished washing up, he went into the room early. Jiang Xiaoyan couldn't sleep. More than once, she wanted to pick up the phone on the bedside table and listen to who Lu Feng was talking to through the intercom.
After hesitating for a long time, I still didn't pick it up.
Lu Feng tiptoed in, lifting the covers, and leaned closer to her. Jiang Xiaoyan could feel his heat and couldn't help but lean against him; his body temperature brought her peace of mind.
"Still not asleep?" Lu Feng patted her head and said in a low voice, "Don't think too much, go to sleep."
"Um!"
Jiang Xiaoyan responded softly, feeling exceptionally at ease.
As dawn broke, people were already awake at a construction site. More than thirty migrant workers lived in a makeshift dormitory made of steel pipes, iron plates, and tarpaulins. The room was messy and reeked of a foul stench. A man in his forties, with a dark complexion, yawned.
"Old Zhou, your wife ran away again?" A coworker next to Old Zhou teased, "You'd better not hit her. There are plenty of rich people in this city. Maybe she's someone else's wife."
"Haha, only his wife can tolerate it. If it were me, I would have quit long ago after seeing him like this."
Hahahaha!
"Go to hell! I was a handsome guy when I was young. What's wrong with me having a few drinks? She deserves a beating. If I don't beat her for three days, she'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles. With her looks, she still wants to find other men. Who would want her?" Old Zhou cursed and swore, his eyes bloodshot and reeking of alcohol.
"Don't exaggerate. That fat foreman from the team next door is flirting with your wife. They can stand by the window and chat for half an hour while getting their food. She might even run into his room."
"Bullshit, that foreman wants to be his son-in-law!"
Hahahaha!
Laughter filled the room. Old Zhou cursed a couple of times, sat up, and, seemingly lost in thought, picked up his slippers from the floor, went out shirtless, and went to the female worker's room to ask. He was told that not only had Aunt Liu not returned, but their luggage was also gone.
Old Zhou is really panicking this time!
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