Chen Feng nodded and pulled Li Wanwan into his arms.
Li Wanwan's figure was light and graceful, as if boneless. Holding her was like holding a breathtaking cloud.
However, Chen Feng harbored no evil thoughts, only deep heartache and a sense of shared sorrow.
Without a doubt, Li Wanwan's childhood was unfortunate.
Regardless, she had a complete family before she was six years old.
And what about Chen Feng?
Whether in his past life or this one, he has never experienced the feeling of home.
"Are you feeling warmer now?"
"Hmm, I feel much better, but I want to hug you a little longer, okay?"
"OK."
At this moment, the two young people embraced tightly, and so did two lonely souls who had experienced similar misfortunes.
After a long while, the two parted ways.
Chen Feng watched Li Wanwan walk into room 214, waved goodbye, and then returned to his bedroom with an indescribable feeling.
Night had fallen, and starlight streamed through the window onto the bed and onto Chen Feng's angular face.
"The rich girl's mother has gone to heaven. My biological mother probably wishes I would go to hell soon, right?"
Chen Feng muttered to himself.
"Ding ding!"
A text message notification broke the silence in the room and interrupted Chen Feng's reverie.
Chen Feng took out his phone and looked at it; it was a message from Li Wanwan.
"Chen Feng, thank you; thank you for comforting and encouraging me despite having a more unbearable past than mine. Good night."
Li Wanwan wasn't stupid. Although Chen Feng never mentioned it, she had personally witnessed the tense standoff between Chen Feng and his "relatives," so she could naturally imagine that Chen Feng's childhood must have been even more tragic than her own.
Chen Feng thought for a moment, then typed out a line of text with his ten fingers moving quickly.
"The starry sky is like a dream, may you and I be like stars and you like the moon, shining brightly together every night."
...
Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, a week has passed.
The freshmen of Gucheng Finance and Economics have finished their military training and are beginning their real university life.
Without the interference of the Chen family, Chen Feng's days were fulfilling and peaceful.
Within a week, he not only made a profit of more than three million yuan from the stock market, but also further strengthened his relationship with the security guards of Gucheng Finance.
Most importantly, Douyin, which Chen Feng created, was also successfully launched.
As the number of short videos on Douyin increases and the shooting speed becomes faster, the workload of video editing and review also increases sharply.
Chen Feng did have Zhao He recruit several part-time students for the content team, but new problems arose as a result.
The office space in the Photography Art Society is too small. Currently, the part-time students in the content group work in the computer science department's public classrooms. However, those classrooms are often occupied by students, which means that Zhao He and others have to move their equipment around frequently. Once their train of thought is interrupted, their efficiency drops significantly.
However, Zhao He did offer a reliable suggestion.
Ancient City Finance offers entrepreneurship support policies; once approved, one can apply for a classroom to serve as their base camp.
That morning, after finishing his morning run, Chen Feng took a shower and then hurriedly went downstairs to apply for support from the university student entrepreneurship center.
"Good morning, Mr. Edison Chen."
As Chen Feng walked out of the building, Uncle Zhao, who had been waiting for a long time, took the initiative to greet him.
"Good morning."
Chen Feng stepped forward with a smile and offered Uncle Zhao a cigarette. "Uncle Zhao, you've come at the right time. I'd like to ask you something."
"Please ask."
"When the little rich girl was six years old, her mother unfortunately passed away?"
"Yes."
As if recalling a painful memory from the past, Uncle Zhao's face immediately darkened.
"The rich girl's father found her a stepmother?"
"Yes."
"Is the young rich woman's stepmother both vicious and cunning?"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhao paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Young Master Guanxi, every profession has its rules. I cannot presume to judge my master's family affairs."
After saying that, Uncle Zhao lowered his head and smoked, remaining silent.
In fact, Chen Feng had long anticipated that Uncle Zhao would react this way.
Although Uncle Zhao usually appears to be an easygoing and kind person, he is actually a meticulous person who would never violate the workplace taboo of discussing the boss's family affairs.
However, wasn't Uncle Zhao's somber expression the best answer?
Chen Feng was certain that there was no misunderstanding between the young rich woman and that other woman.
That wicked stepmother simply disliked the rich girl and wanted nothing more than to mold her into an introverted, socially anxious, and completely controlled zombie!
"Uncle Zhao, I understand your predicament."
Chen Feng raised his hand and patted Uncle Zhao on the shoulder, "It's so kind of you to take the little rich girl to class so early in the morning, thank you for your hard work."
"Mr. Edison, you're too kind. This is simply my duty."
Uncle Zhao looked puzzled. "I'm just curious, why aren't you going to school with Miss? Are you skipping class on the very first day of school?"
This morning was Chen Feng's first class in college, and it was a large class for the entire finance department.
"I don't want to skip class, but I can't let my work on the website be delayed."
Chen Feng shrugged and said, "I need to work even harder to make my business bigger and bigger."
"Forehead……"
Uncle Zhao blinked. He realized that Chen Feng was excellent in every way, except when it came to relationships.
With his young mistress as a gold mine, why should he work even harder to build his career?
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