How did I become a god

Chapter 1685 The Feng Family's Anxiety
Thursday, near noon. Shanghai, Hengshan Road.

Deep within Hengshan Road, the dense shade of century-old plane trees forms a giant green dome, isolating the summer hustle and bustle, leaving only dappled light and shadow and the lingering sound of cicadas.

A magnificent four-story stone garden villa stands quietly in this neighborhood that has accumulated countless years and wealth.

This is the old residence of the Feng family, understated yet imposing, every red brick seemingly imbued with the heritage of a long-established powerful family. However, today, beneath this heritage lies an indescribable heaviness and anxiety.

Inside the study, behind the heavy teak desk, Feng Xinjian, facing a full-length mirror embedded in an antique cabinet, adjusted his tie with slightly trembling fingers.

The mirror reflected a face etched with the marks of time. At sixty-four, his hair was almost entirely white, his brows furrowed, and his eyes held a mixture of weariness and deep worry.

His custom-tailored suit was impeccably tailored, but it couldn't conceal the unease that stemmed from within.

His wife, Du Zhilan, is a capable and still charming 62-year-old woman who was once a well-known pediatrician in Shanghai. After retiring, she was rehired by a top private hospital.

She sat on the French velvet sofa beside him, watching her husband's almost neurotic movements, and couldn't help but frown, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible irritation:

"Old Feng, it's just a family dinner. Even if there are a lot of people, they're all relatives and friends. Why are you so nervous, like you're going to your execution?"

Feng Xinjian stopped what he was doing and sighed deeply. The sigh seemed to carry a heavy burden and sounded particularly heavy in the quiet and luxurious study.

He turned around, his gaze fixed on the dense sycamore leaves outside the window, his voice dry and hoarse: "Old Du, you don't understand. This isn't a family dinner; it's a plea for survival!"
Today, with just one sentence from President Jing, the fate of the Feng family will be decided. The same goes for the Zhong, Fang, and Wei families. Whether they continue to hold their ground in Shanghai or are wiped out depends on this meal.

He pointed out the most cruel core issue—today's apology banquet concerns the future fate of the entire family.

The four companies chose "neutrality" in the power struggle between Jinggao and Mingyuan Group, and even at a higher level, which in effect offended this young tycoon who is now incredibly powerful and resourceful.

One can imagine that the three old friends who were preparing to attend the banquet were probably feeling just as nervous and anxious as he was.

Upon hearing this, the old lady, Du Zhilan, sighed softly, "Alas!"

Inside the study, the expensive mahogany furniture, the original 19th-century oil paintings hanging on the wall, and the priceless antique porcelain on the display shelves all lost their former elegance and instead made the atmosphere even more oppressive and suffocating.

The dense shade of the century-old plane trees outside the window feels somewhat like an invisible cage.

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Meanwhile, a minibus with an ordinary exterior but luxurious interior was smoothly driving away from the Bund towards Hengshan Road.

Inside the minibus, Jing Gao lazily sank into the soft, wide airline seat, dressed in simple dark casual pants and a high-quality blended T-shirt, closing his eyes to rest.

This morning was really great, but I was also quite tired.

He first had a quick tryst with Lily in the living room, then carried Zhi Qiu to her rose-filled bedroom, where he made the delicate and alluring beauty his woman in the morning light.

He played with Wanqiu in the bathtub in three different ways, filling Wanqiu's loneliness once again. Just at the crucial moment, Yingxia accidentally barged in, and naturally, he called out to the shy and demure beauty who was about to run away.

Eating ice cream together and calling him "Dad" together made his soul feel like it was floating.

Not to mention that before leaving, he kissed Wanqiu, Yingxia, and Zhiqiu respectively, and all three beauties tacitly approved of their relationship with him.

It's just that there wasn't enough time; otherwise, he would have played a game of poker and teamed up to level up. Sitting behind and to the side of Jing Gao were his assistants, Zheng Xiaobing and Feng Wan, both beautiful young women dressed in sharp black and white business suits, each with their own unique charm. Xiaobing was a cold and aloof beauty, while Wanwan was gentle and charming.

He was accompanied by three stunningly beautiful assistants in the car: Guo Qianqian, Chu Wenjun, and Wen Xiaoli. Qianqian was pure and fiery, Wenjun was petite and gorgeous, and Xiaoli was dignified and elegant.

With Qianqian, a top student from Zhejiang University, joining the team, Xiao Li's workload has been significantly reduced. She's currently on vacation, just like Xixi.

Xiao Li is a top student who graduated from Fudan University. As a native of Guilin, she has lived in Shanghai for four years, so there's no need to worry about her not knowing how to take a vacation.

Along the way, they met up with Yao Shengming, Jiang Jingxiang, Cheng Fangyi, Shen You, Xi Siyan, Wang Qiuyu, and Zhu Yu, forming a convoy to head to the Feng family's old house on Hengshan Road.

Zheng Xiaobing reported in a low voice: "Brother Jing, the transaction has just been completed. The remaining six detached villas in the Yuexiuyuan Villa District have been fully acquired for a total price of 780 million yuan."

The transaction involved hundreds of millions of dollars in cash, but Jing Gao didn't even raise his eyelids. He simply gave a casual "hmm," as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"The controlling stake in this company will be transferred to Siyue's name. In addition, we should look for a more secluded and upscale villa complex to buy, or a high-end residential area would also be acceptable."

Siyue doesn't like me hosting a dinner party for beauties at Villa No. 11 (Tomson Golf).

He needs a venue to accommodate the growing number of women he has in Shanghai and to host parties.

"Okay, Brother Jing." Zheng Xiaobing gave her man a charming glare and instructed, "Qianqian, how about I lend you a hand with this?"

Sitting in Zhang Li's designated seat at the conference table, Guo Qianqian, the newly appointed assistant, immediately took out her tablet and began taking notes diligently upon hearing this.

Today she wore a fresh and elegant floral dress. Beneath her pure and beautiful face were her proud, high breasts and round, pert buttocks, a perfect blend of youthful vitality and sexiness.

In the seat next to her, the elegant and beautiful Wen Xiaoli sat quietly, her beige silk shirt and khaki wide-leg pants highlighting her tall and slender figure and her calm and serene temperament.

The petite and beautiful Chu Wenjun wore a black suit, her long, slender legs encased in top-quality black stockings crossed, gleaming alluringly in the dimly lit carriage.

Both women had changed their clothes, and they were different from when they brought him breakfast that morning. He could understand Lily changing her clothes, but why was Wenjun changing hers too?

At this moment, Cheng Fangyi's signature coquettish laughter emanated from the top-of-the-line Burmester sound system inside the car: "Hehehe... Brother Jing~, leave the task of buying villa communities to me! I know this place in Shanghai like the back of my hand!"
"I guarantee I'll find you a suitable and cost-effective neighborhood so that all the ladies in Shanghai can live comfortably and peacefully." Her voice was so sweet it could drip honey, and Shen You's breathing could be faintly heard in the background.

A playful smile curved Jing Gao's lips. He understood Cheng Fangyi's initiative to volunteer and the deeper meaning behind her words about "sisters."

This 35-year-old beauty is quite flirtatious.

Jing Gao casually replied, "Okay, then you can help Qianqian with her advice." He had to give top beauties a chance, since it was the norm for them to serve him and fawn over him.

The minibus quietly drove onto Hengshan Road. Outside the window, the scenery suddenly changed.

The towering canopies of the plane trees connect to form a deep and tranquil green tunnel, completely isolating the city from the hustle and bustle.

Sunlight filters through the dense foliage, casting dappled, dancing spots of light on the ground.

Along both sides of the road, rows of garden villas, each with its own unique style, exude a sense of historical weight and ultimate luxury.

(End of this chapter)