The temptation behind gentleness

Feng Zhenghua, a top figure in the business world of Yang City, possessed a status so elevated that ordinary people like them could only watch from afar, daring not to even breathe too heavily in his presence. Yet, Su Fan, so young, was completely composed in front of Su Zhenghua, with such an attitude.

Far from being angry, Feng Zhenghua actually took the initiative to bow and greet Su Fan, his demeanor still so humble and cordial.

Who could have imagined that now, the life of the heir to the Feng family business was in Su Fan's hands? Not to mention that Su Fan was about to become the president of the Yang City Martial Arts Association—just this alone made Su Zhenghua have to humble himself before Su Fan.

To put it bluntly, the century-old Feng family business was entirely dependent on Su Fan.

"Looking for me?"

"I'm just a despicable little figure despised by people. What business could a business magnate like you possibly have with someone like me?"

In front of everyone, Su Fan scolded Feng Zhihua as if he were a parent lecturing a grade schooler. Yet, perplexingly, the previously furious Feng Zhihua now had no temper at all and was instead smiling apologetically at Su Fan.

"Ha, haha, Mr. Su, you jest."

"What petty figure? Your abilities are nothing short of miraculous."

"Earlier, it was my oversight, akin to not recognizing Mount Tai. I ask for your understanding."

"Please come with me."

"Could you save my son?"

In the midst of speaking, Feng Zhihua was already shedding tears of old age.

He had struggled until he was thirty to have an only son. Raising him delicately in his palms, he had placed all his hopes on his son Feng Tian. If something truly had happened to Feng Tian, he would be utterly devastated, preferring death to living.

"Go?"

Su Fan released his pent-up anger.

He did not seek trouble, nor was he afraid of it.

"Go where? That manager of yours, locking the door, not letting me leave, attempting to extort one million from me. If you want me to go with you, perhaps you should ask his opinion first."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhihua immediately looked toward the bruised and swollen Wu Wen with a face full of anger.

The color of Wu Wen's face was worse than if he had lost his parents.

He could never have dreamed that his backer, Feng Zhihua, would bow and scrape to Su Fan like this.

He had intended to seek help, but now it had turned into seeking his own death.

By now, he could no longer afford to speculate about what Su Fan's identity was or why Feng Zhihua was so humble toward him.

"It's all a misunderstanding."

Wu Wen knelt on the ground, his face all smiles.

"A misunderstanding?"

Su Fan looked coldly at Wu Wen, his tone icy.

"The Blood Wolf Gang causes trouble in your hotel, and you do nothing, just watching from the sidelines. Afterwards, you try to extort money from me, opening your mouth as wide as a lion, asking me for one million. Your hotel's lobby manager spoke up rightly, yet you abuse your power, disregarding the fact that his mother is still in the hospital, and you fire him. And you call this a misunderstanding?"

Han Meimei wiped away her tears.

"You despicable thing."

Upon hearing Su Fan's words, Feng Zhihua became instantly enraged, stormed over to the kneeling Wu Wen, and fiercely kicked him.

"I entrusted you with managing the hotel, and this is how you handle it?"

"You've completely ruined the reputation of the Feng family."

"I hereby announce that, effective immediately, you are relieved from your position as hotel manager, and I will notify the entire restaurant and hotel industry of Yang City, completely barring your employment."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Wen felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

With Feng Zhihua's influence in Yang City's restaurant and hotel industry, a single word from him was enough to ruin Wu Wen utterly, leading to his ruin and bankruptcy.

"Please, Boss Feng, I was wrong. I apologize to Mr. Su, please spare me."

"Please, give me another chance; I promise to do a good job."

"Throw him out for me."

Feng Zhihua did not even give Wu Wen another look, but directly ordered two subordinates to carry Wu Wen away.

After that, he glanced at Han Meimei again.

Slender and beautiful, she was the type that would tempt any man.

And seeing Su Fan so young and vigorous...

Su Fan, willing to stand up for a minor figure like Han Meimei—could it be that he wanted…