The Magnificent Son-in-law

Early the next morning, the expert Xiao Feng that Shi Jiaxin mentioned had just entered the office when he saw a familiar figure sitting at his desk.

"Mr. Xiao, have you made up your mind?" Du Linlang, sitting in the office chair, looked at Xiao Feng with a smile.

Du Linlang was wearing a crop top T-shirt, an ultra-short skirt below, paired with canvas shoes, looking indescribably alluring.

Xiao Feng paused for a while and then asked, "Aren't you cold dressed like that in autumn?"

"Is Mr. Xiao concerned about me?" Du Linlang stood up from the chair, flicking her hair over her shoulder: "As long as you like it, I can take it all off."

"Actually, I'm very curious. In this competition between you and Du Qingyue, I fear that the winner might already have been predetermined before it even started." Xiao Feng pondered, "You're already the certain winner. Is there still a need to hold on to me?"

The smile on Du Linlang's face gradually faded as she said slowly, "Any conclusion is premature until the final deadline passes, and besides, I have a feeling that Mr. Xiao, you will be a variable in this competition…"

"What I can do is use every method possible to capture this variable that you are."

Xiao Feng raised an eyebrow. If she was really just relying on a feeling, then that intuition was eerily accurate.

After a moment, Xiao Feng smiled and said, "You seem very confident?"

"Of course!" Du Linlang smiled proudly, "I know that just relying on appearances won't impress Mr. Xiao, so I have to resort to another method."

Xiao Feng's tone turned cold: "Then I definitely want to hear what kind of alternative method you're referring to."

"Don't misunderstand; I'm not stupid enough to threaten you." Du Linlang touched her chin, looking pensive: "I've been thinking these past few days about why you and Du Qingyue ended up together…"

Before she could finish, Xiao Feng interrupted, "Because I'm handsome, and we were childhood sweethearts, innocent childhood friends…"

Du Linlang's face darkened. She knew Xiao Feng was deliberately disgusting her, but she had to maintain her composure, not daring to truly lose her temper.

After adjusting her mood, Du Linlang didn't continue following up on Xiao Feng's words but instead revealed the answer on her own: "Thinking it over, I've finally figured it out. The reason you're with Du Qingyue is because of her wealth and status."

"..." Xiao Feng was momentarily speechless, feeling as if a million galloping horses ran through his mind. I freaking took off my pants, and you say this?

Honestly, when Du Linlang said Xiao Feng was a variable, he thought she was quite clever and perceptive.

But as soon as she made her conclusion, it backfired quickly.

For a moment, Xiao Feng lamented that people like Han Lengyue, who are so smart, are still a rarity and really can't be stereotyped.

"If we join forces to push Du Qingyue down from the president's high position, I can guarantee that I'll split my share of the benefits with you fifty-fifty."

At this point, Du Linlang revealed another charming smile: "Of course, I can also be yours; you just need to nod."

Just as she finished speaking, Xiao Feng really did nod his head, bending over as well.

Du Linlang couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Did she fail last time because she didn't find the right approach?

After all, it's understandable; just as there are those who love beauty, there are those who love wealth.

But the problem is, if you want something, just say it directly. Why make it so complicated?

"Mr. Xiao, let's preemptively celebrate our cooperation then…" Du Linlang's words were abruptly cut off, and her smile gradually faded.

Because she saw Xiao Feng, bent over, actually take off his shoes, then tap them on the ground, before leisurely putting them back on.

"What did you just say?" Xiao Feng asked nonchalantly, "Please repeat, I didn't quite catch that."

Du Linlang's face turned pale with anger. She had never encountered anyone as shameless as Xiao Feng before, shameless to the point of bleeding profusely.

Having been teased in all sorts of ways, Du Linlang couldn't bear it anymore and stormed out, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw Du Qingyue in casual attire approaching.

Du Qingyue looked somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting Du Linlang to be here, but Du Linlang had no intention of greeting her, walking with a grim face.

Just as the two passed by each other, Du Linlang suddenly stopped: "I may not know what method you used to make him so devoted to you, but I'll tell you one thing. This time, I absolutely won't lose!"

With that, she stormed off.

Du Qingyue turned and watched Du Linlang's furious back, thinking about what she said, and suddenly felt a strange sense of happiness.

Should I treat him better from now on?

Initially, Du Qingyue wanted to know what Du Linlang and Xiao Feng talked about, but now it suddenly didn't seem so important anymore.

What is said isn't important; the key is to see what is done!

Walking to the office door, Du Qingyue knocked on the door frame: "Let's go."

"Go where?" Xiao Feng was puzzled.

Du Qingyue responded flatly: "Did you forget we're meeting Second Uncle today?"

Xiao Feng glanced at the time: "Isn't it too early to leave now?"

"Are you planning to go empty-handed?" Du Qingyue asked in return.

Only then did Xiao Feng realize, if it were just him, going empty-handed would be fine, but it's different with Du Qingyue.

You have to admit, there's a big difference between a fake marriage and a real one, so much so that Xiao Feng still hadn't fully gotten into character.

They drove downtown to a hotel where Song Keren had specially picked out a few bottles of premium wine, costing almost ten thousand yuan upon checkout.

This made Xiao Feng sigh, those guys sure know how to make money. It's debatable how good the wine is, but the supposed effects are certainly nonexistent.

But these things, it's really about face, and since Song Keren is the CEO of a company, he can't be stingy with his gestures.

However, when they entered the hotel with the wine, they immediately saw Zhou Jiwen at the reception, red-faced and seemingly in some trouble.

Xiao Feng frowned and walked quickly to the reception: "Second Uncle, what's going on?"

Zhou Jiwen, fuming, said, "I had booked the top-floor private room, but when I came here today, they said the room is already being used."

No sooner had he spoken, the receptionist explained coldly, "As I said, the guests in the private room are beyond our capabilities to provoke, and probably not yours either."

Xiao Feng frowned; this attitude had already stirred his dissatisfaction.

At this time, Du Qingyue also came over and said coldly, "We own all the rooms in your hotel now, so have the people in the top-floor private room leave."