The Magnificent Son-in-law

Du Qingyue spoke about her pressures and the challenges she faced at a slow and steady pace, while Xiao Feng sat quietly listening in front of her.

When she finished speaking, Du Qingyue immediately felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her chest, like the pressure had been halved.

This feeling was so peculiar that Du Qingyue couldn't help but wonder if talking to someone else would produce the same effect.

At that moment, Xiao Feng suddenly spoke up, "Do your best, as long as you try your hardest, you're sure to win!"

Du Qingyue was stunned, feeling that Xiao Feng's words were filled with certainty, as if he was passing a judgment on this competition that had yet to come to an end!

Little did she know, Xiao Feng wasn't just boasting. His five years overseas, facing life and death, were not for nothing; he had met the top echelon of the world.

If he chose to speak, he could easily alter the result of this competition with just a few words.

However, Xiao Feng thought that even if he intended to help Du Qingyue, the procedure had to be revised.

After all, regardless of whether Du Linlang or Du Qingyue wins, Lanyue Group and the Du Family ultimately benefit, and there's no need to hand over money to the other side for nothing.

Having made up his mind, Xiao Feng looked at Du Qingyue and smiled, "Keep it up!"

"Mm!" Du Qingyue nodded, feeling an indescribable warmth and comfort in her heart.

Before this, she had never thought that when faced with adversity, she could be so greatly encouraged just by a man's smile and a few words.

After a moment of silence, Du Qingyue gathered her courage and asked, "Can you tell me why you are helping me?"

Xiao Feng replied without hesitation, "Of course, it's for myself!"

"For yourself?" Du Qingyue wondered if she had heard correctly.

"Yeah!" Xiao Feng nodded earnestly, "Think about it. In the eyes of outsiders, we're currently seen as husband and wife. If you lose to Du Linlang, wouldn't that be humiliating for me?"

Du Qingyue's face instantly turned icy cold, and the previous tension and gratitude vanished without a trace following those words.

"Hearing you say that, I suddenly feel that even if I lose, it's not so unbearable." Du Qingyue said coldly.

Just as Xiao Feng decided to give Du Qingyue a hand, he was unaware that a storm was about to descend upon him.

In a luxurious villa at the southern outskirts of Jiangcheng, Chang Xinyan reclined on the sofa, legs crossed, enjoying a massage from a maid, and after a moment, asked, "Tell me what you've found out."

His subordinate in front of him nodded in agreement, immediately bowing and respectfully replied, "The one named Xiao Feng is confirmed to be employed at Lanyue Group, and all the young masters probably know as well. It just seems they're not in any hurry to make a move."

"Just as I expected!" Chang Xinyan sneered coldly, "They all know that whoever makes the first move, if they fail, they'll become a laughingstock, so each one holds back, waiting for someone else to go first."

His subordinate cautiously said, "That's the reasoning, but what if the first person to act succeeds? Won't they win goods worth a billion and gain high esteem, achieving unlimited glory?"

"Do you think they're all idiots like you?" Chang Xinyan responded irritably, "Those people all have a business mindset. It's often said that businessmen are crazy enough to bet everything for a mere fifty percent chance of winning."

"But the reality is, businessmen are more cautious than anyone else."

After a moment's pause, Chang Xinyan added, "But you're right on one thing—it's a billion-dollar gamble, and someone won't be able to resist. Just wait, within a couple of days, someone will break."

"Is young master suggesting that we remain inactive?" the subordinate asked worriedly, "What if someone gets there before us, it'll be too late."

"Idiot!" Chang Xinyan scolded, "Did I say we should do nothing?"

"Forgive my stupidity, master, please just tell me what to do, and I'll follow your orders," the subordinate said, bowing his head.

"Do I need to teach you this sort of thing?" Chang Xinyan snorted coldly, "Just find someone who hasn't appeared in Jiangcheng to go there. If they succeed, they're one of us. If they fail, what does it have to do with us?"

The subordinate's eyes lit up, "Young master is wise, such a brilliant plan wouldn't occur to me even if my life depended on it!"

"Alright, implement it quickly, or else I would've kicked you out long ago, if not for your loyalty," Chang Xinyan said impatiently, but it was clear he enjoyed the flattery.

The subordinate turned to leave, but at the moment he raised his head, a sharp glint flickered briefly in his eyes.

If Xiao Feng were present, he would realize that this subordinate was not as stupid as he pretended to be, and even wiser than most people.

Because only smart people understand not to steal the show.

Anyone, naturally, wants to show off, to showcase a brighter mind or a stronger physique to satisfy their vanity.

However, rarely do masters appreciate subordinates smarter or more capable than themselves in every regard.

In essence, his cleverness lay in his perfect restraint from showing off, consistently appearing less capable than Chang Xinyan, using his stupidity to highlight Chang Xinyan's wisdom.

One has to admit, this is a form of wisdom!

...

After work, Xiao Feng, Du Qingyue, and Jiang Yixin returned together to Brocade Manor as they usually did.

This time, the two women's attitude towards Xiao Feng was noticeably more relaxed, and the atmosphere was no longer filled with tension and animosity.

At Courtyard Nine, Xiao Feng was about to return to his room when Du Qingyue called out to him, "I'm thinking of going shopping later, maybe pick out some clothes for you?"

The voice was so soft, if not for Xiao Feng's excellent hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard it clearly.

Xiao Feng turned back, looking at Du Qingyue with a face full of shock, "Did I hear that right? Are you going to buy me clothes?"

Du Qingyue's face was stern, "I just don't want to see you looking shabby and embarrassing me when we go out."

Even though Xiao Feng knew Du Qingyue was retaliating for earlier that day, he couldn't help but glance at his own attire—it wasn't designer, but it was clean and neat, far from the 'shabby' Du Qingyue described.

"So are you going or not?" Du Qingyue asked coldly, "If not, I'm heading upstairs."

"Of course, I'll go." Xiao Feng said with a smile, "I've got nothing better to do anyway, it's better than bickering with a certain crazy person at home every day."

"Who are you calling crazy?!" Jiang Yixin, watching TV, threw the pillow in her arms.

Xiao Feng easily dodged and headed out with Du Qingyue.

Under the evening sky, the two walked side by side, like two solitary sails meeting in the vast ocean, then sailing together in the same direction.