NOVEL NEXT chapter 41
41: Quietly, Don’t Fire the Gun~
“Why on earth did you go to such lengths…”
He Feng clutched the folder in his hands, his expression agitated as he spoke.
I had only met this young man for the first time, yet not only did he rescue my father, but he also bestowed upon me such a grand gift.
What could be his reason? Could it really be just a whim as he claims?
No, that’s impossible. How could anyone be foolish enough to do such a thankless task?
“My assistant took an interest in your research and decided to fund you, hoping your results won’t disappoint.”
“If it fails, then it would only mean my assistant’s judgment was not quite accurate.”
Wu Liang shrugged his shoulders, feeling somewhat helpless at He Feng’s question.
But after all, he was He Xue’s father and an important talent valued by Yao Shi, so naturally, he couldn’t say much.
“I never believed in pie falling from the sky, but you’ve completely shattered my preconceptions.”
“You are the benefactor of my life, Mr. He Feng. Rest assured, I will not let you or Miss Shi down.”
He Feng took a deep breath. Could this be the so-called noble patron…
He had chased his dreams for most of his life, and now, at last, he had met his benefactor.
“Now that our business talk is over, let’s not be so formal with each other.”
Wu Liang breathed a sigh of relief when He Feng stopped pressing with questions.
He didn’t actually enjoy mingling too much with businesspeople; after all, human hearts are unpredictable.
But He Feng seemed somewhat naive, like a genuinely nice person, rather than a businessman.
No wonder He Feng’s research had always been struggling; in the cutthroat world of business, lacking cunning meant a slim chance of survival.
“Benefactor, may I know your name?”
“You’ve taken such good care of my family, yet I don’t even know your real name, isn’t that a bit too…”
He Feng clutched the documents in his arms, turning his gaze to the young man.
A student from the prestigious Xingyuan Academy, he also held immense power within the Tian Gong financial empire.
For the sake of the He family, he had gone to great lengths, yet I didn’t even know the name of my benefactor.
“You can call me Mr. Ken Diji, just like He Xue does. As for my real name, it’s better that you don’t know.”
Wu Liang scratched his cheek awkwardly.
In truth, letting He Feng know his real name wasn’t an issue; the main thing was to keep it from He Xue.
After all, He Xue’s impression of him was extremely poor.
If He Xue knew how selflessly he was helping her, she might think he was only doing it out of lust for her body.
Especially since he had s*xually harassed He Xue before, it would be easy for her to think of something inappropriate.
“Alright, if you’re unwilling to tell me, then I shall call you Mr. Ken Diji.”
He Feng smiled wistfully. Not knowing the real name of his benefactor was indeed regrettable.
But perhaps there was some unspeakable secret, which was why he preferred to remain unknown.
“Alright, let’s go in and see Mr. He Jing’ao.”
Wu Liang glanced at Yao Shi, who was chatting with He Xue, and slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Yao Shi usually didn’t interact much with others besides himself, let alone converse so harmoniously.
Could it be that Yao Shi’s type is a beautiful girl? (Mistake)
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In the northern corner of the resplendent room sat a huge dark bookshelf, its black quartz surface reflecting a faint glow against the corner.
The entire floor was covered with a deep red cashmere carpet, complementing the Western-style arched decor of the room, while a massive crystal chandelier hung from the bright white ceiling.
To call this place a room would be an understatement; it was more akin to a royal court’s grand hall.
Luxurious – that’s the only word that could describe the layout and decoration of this room.
The middle-aged man sitting alone on the red leather couch pushed up his glasses and flipped through the book in his hands.
His cheeks were chiseled and stern, and beneath his sword-like eyebrows were a pair of eyes as still as dead water.
“Snap”
Suddenly, the man closed the book in his hands and took off his glasses, placing them on the mahogany table beside him.
Stirring the steaming coffee on the table with a spoon, he gradually shifted his gaze towards the door.
“Come in.”
He spoke calmly, as if he had already anticipated the knock that would sound the next second.
His thick, deep voice was powerful, resonating like an ancient bell that could shake one’s heart.
“You’re still as accurate as ever.”
Even a simple long dress could outline the perfect figure of Mu Xinrou.
Her full, lush bosom was gently lifted by two pieces of cicada-wing thin gauze, with vine patterns embroidered on the sheer fabric clinging to her snow-white shoulders.
She walked over to the man, her long legs moving gracefully, the snow satin at her waist fluttering like fine silk.
With delicate hands, Mu Xinrou lifted her skirt, slipped off her high heels, and rested her head on the man’s shoulder.
“You’ve worked hard, Xinrou.”
A rare softness appeared on the man’s usually cold face.
He wrapped his arms around the beauty’s soft shoulders and held her close, whispering softly…