The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

The excitement of the gambling game hadn't yet faded, and the crisp sound of the chips clashing seemed to still echo in my ears.

Feng Zhan stood up first, walked a few steps to Chang Miaomiao, and naturally put his arm around her waist.

His tone was undisguisedly ambiguous: "Miss Chang, today has truly been an eye-opener for me."

Chang Miaomiao stiffened slightly, then half-heartedly agreed, her face showing just the right amount of confusion: "Second Master, Miaomiao doesn't understand what you're saying."

As they were talking, Feng Yan walked over with a wine glass in his hand, his face still expressionless.

His eyes, however, were like ice, sweeping over Feng Zhan's hand resting on Chang Miaomiao's waist.

She said calmly, "It's too noisy here, Miss Chang. Let's go upstairs for a walk."

Chang Miaomiao took a half-step away from Feng Zhan's embrace and nodded shyly to Feng Yan: "I will follow the Vice President's arrangements."

Feng Zhan ignored his brother's attitude, instead leaning close to Chang Miaomiao's ear and speaking in a very low voice.

With a hint of intimacy: "Miss Chang is beautiful, so her dancing skills must be quite good as well?"

"When the ball starts later, how about I do you the honor of dancing the first dance?"

Andy Colles, who was listening nearby, joined in with a smile:

"Miss Chang is so beautiful and intelligent, I also want to compete for the first dance."

I wonder if Miss Chang will have a way of distributing favors equally, just like she did when dealing the cards earlier?

Chang Miaomiao's beautiful eyes darted between the two men.

Then, with a hint of coquettishness, she said, "Mr. Andy Coles, you're so mean, deliberately making things difficult for Miaomiao."

She turned to look at Feng Zhan, her eyes filled with a pleading look.

"Second Master, look, Miao Miao has been an only child since childhood and has no sisters. It's really difficult for her to be in two places at once. What should we do?"

Her tone was gentle; she neither directly agreed to anyone's request nor offended anyone.

He gently pushed the difficult problem back, but a shrewd glint flashed quickly in his eyes—

These men's maneuvering always concealed a test; she only needed to maintain her composure to avoid falling into their trap.

The banquet hall on the fourth floor of the "Sea Shark" was far more bustling than the third floor, with crystal chandeliers reflecting dazzling light and illuminating the elegant attire of the guests.

The men were dressed in suits and ties, and the women's skirts swayed in the breeze; an aura of wealth and status was palpable.

Some people were twirling and dancing in the center of the dance floor, while others sat in booths chatting and laughing quietly.

The soft clinking of champagne glasses intertwined with the band's melody, exuding the extravagance unique to high society.

Feng Yan led everyone to the innermost main booth, where chilled champagne and tempting fruit platters had already been prepared.

Upon seeing them approach, the waiter immediately bowed and stood at attention. Each of them picked up a wine glass.

Feng Yan raised his glass first, his tone calm yet carrying undeniable weight:

"For our upcoming collaboration, and for our shared journey together in the future."

"We're in the same boat." Chang Haihe quickly echoed, raising his glass to clink with his.

Andy Coles smiled and touched the rim of his glass to the two of them: "It's been a pleasure working with you."

The three of them tilted their heads back and drank it all. The sound of the bottom of their glasses tapping lightly on the table had barely faded when the band suddenly switched to a soothing waltz.

Feng Zhan immediately put down his wine glass, made a standard invitation to dance to Chang Miaomiao, palm up, with a determined smile in his eyes.

Chang Miaomiao's gaze first fell on Andy Coles, then she picked up a freshly poured glass of champagne.

She walked slowly to him, gently touched his cup to hers, and spoke with just the right amount of apology:

“Mr. Andy Coles, Miaomiao must apologize to you.” She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Since this is my first visit to Chairman Feng, I would not want to offend the host. Please forgive me."

Andy Colles looked at the shrewdness in her eyes, laughed loudly, and downed his drink in one gulp.

He then made a "please" gesture and said in a magnanimous tone, "Miss Chang, you flatter me. It is only right. Please go ahead."

Having received his permission, Chang Miaomiao turned around and gently placed her hand on Feng Zhan's outstretched palm.

Feng Zhan tightened his grip and wrapped his arm around her waist. The two of them took steps in unison and walked gracefully into the center of the dance floor.

The band's melody was melodious and undulating, while Feng Zhan's dance steps were skillful and powerful.

With an irresistible sense of control, Chang Miaomiao followed his rhythm.

The hem of her skirt traced a graceful arc as she twirled. A polite smile graced her face.

Yet a sliver of clarity remained in his eyes—this dance was never just about dancing.

In the center of the dance floor, the arc of their spins became increasingly fluid, Chang Miaomiao's skirt billowing like a blooming flower.

Each turn was perfectly synchronized with Feng Zhan's steps, drawing the attention of many people around them.

Feng Zhan was clearly pleased with this tacit understanding; his hand around her waist tightened slightly, and he leaned close to her ear.

His voice, slightly tipsy and suggestive, said, "Miss Chang, why don't you stay tonight?"

Chang Miaomiao's smile remained unchanged, but a glint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

Instead of giving a direct answer, he asked softly, "Second Master, are you and the Vice President brothers?"

Feng Zhan's gaze unconsciously drifted to Feng Yan in the booth, who was holding a wine glass and talking to someone, his profile as cold and hard as a sculpture.

He withdrew his gaze, raising an eyebrow with interest: "Why does Miss Chang suddenly have this question?"

"You're so warm and welcoming, but the vice president always seems to be carrying an ice cube," Chang Miaomiao said, lowering her eyelashes.

With a touch of just the right amount of timidity in her tone, she said, "To be honest, Miao Miao gets a little scared every time she meets the vice president's gaze."

If it weren't for the slight resemblance in your features, I would have truly thought... you two weren't born of the same mother.

Her words were like a soft thorn, gently lifting the unspoken barrier between the brothers.

Feng Zhan's smile faded slightly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking her waist.

After a long pause, he chuckled softly, "We are brothers, no doubt about it. But even among the nine sons of the dragon, there are still differences!"

Of course there's a distinction. He's the boss, he always likes to put on airs, don't take it to heart.

Chang Miaomiao nodded in agreement, her tone becoming even gentler: "It's because Miaomiao is ignorant."

However… if I do anything wrong in the future, I hope Second Master will put in a good word for me with the Vice President.”

Feng Zhan felt pleased by her show of weakness, hugged her tightly, and spun her around.

He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, with me here, no one will dare to make things difficult for Miss Chang."

As the music faded, the two concluded their dance with an elegant gesture. Chang Miaomiao withdrew her hand and gave a slight bow: "Thank you for leading the dance, Second Master."

As she turned around, her gaze inadvertently swept over the booth and met Feng Yan's eyes.

His gaze remained cold, but seemed to hold a hint of scrutiny that had appeared more intense than before.

A slight chill ran through her, but she maintained a polite smile as she slowly walked back to her seat—this maneuver had only just begun.

As they were talking, one of Andy Coles's subordinates quickly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening, Andy Coles frowned slightly, then made an apologetic gesture to the Feng brothers and smiled:

"Vice President, Second Master Feng, I'm really sorry, I have some urgent business to attend to, so I'll stop here for tonight and won't bother you any longer."

Everyone stood up, and Feng Zhan's gaze fell on Chang Miaomiao.

With a hint of reluctance, he said, "It's still early, Miss Chang, why don't you stay and play a little longer?"

Chang Miaomiao quickly put on an apologetic expression and gently pressed her hand to her forehead:

"I'm sorry, Second Master, I drank a little too quickly today, and I'm feeling a bit dizzy."

I really can't hold on any longer. Let's meet up another time, okay?

Seeing this, Feng Zhan didn't press the matter any further, and took out a gold-embossed business card from his pocket and handed it over:

"My phone number is on here. Give me a call when you feel better."

Chang Miaomiao took it with both hands, carefully put it away, and then gave Feng Zhan a gentle hug.

She then turned to Feng Yan and extended her hand: "Vice President, we'll take our leave now. Thank you for your hospitality tonight."

Feng Yan raised his hand and gently shook hers; his fingertips were slightly cool, and he simply murmured an "Mmm."

The group walked down the ship in a grand procession, their footsteps echoing in the corridor.

When they arrived at the dock, Winnie was already waiting by the car and respectfully opened the door.

Chang Miaomiao and Chang Haihe boarded the car one after the other, followed closely by Andy Coles's convoy.

A line of luxury cars slowly drove away from the port, their headlights piercing the night as they headed towards the city. Outside the car windows...

The giant ship "Sea Shark" still lay dormant on the sea like a lurking beast.

But the lights on the ship gradually shrank into blurry dots in Chang Miaomiao's eyes from the back seat of the car.

She leaned back in her chair, letting out a long sigh of relief, her nerves, which had been tense all night,

Finally, things relaxed a little—this maneuver on the Sea Shark,

It's finally come to a temporary end, but no one can say for sure what the future holds.

The only sound in the carriage was the low hum of the engine. Chang Haihe watched his daughter lean back in her seat, slightly tipsy, her eyelashes fluttering as if she were exhausted.

He reached out and gently placed his large palm on the back of her slender hand, with a touch of deliberate tenderness.

Chang Miaomiao's fingertips trembled slightly, but she kept her eyes closed.

Chang Haihe's voice was low and hoarse: "Baby, you've had a hard night."

Seeing that she didn't respond, he continued speaking to himself, his tone becoming more serious:

"The Feng family's power is unfathomable. Those two brothers seem to get along very well."

But something still feels off, like it's shrouded in a layer of fog, I can't see through it.

At this moment, Chang Miaomiao slowly opened her eyes, the previous tenderness gone from them.

Only Qingming's doubts remained: "Father, don't you think there's something strange about those two brothers?"

"Something's off?" Chang Haihe frowned, clearly not thinking too deeply about it. "What's off?"

“Throughout the entire meeting tonight, it was only the two brothers who appeared; Chairman Feng never showed his face.”

Chang Miaomiao's fingertips unconsciously caressed the hem of her skirt. "We've come to pay our respects to Chairman Feng."

Logically speaking, even if he disregards us, he should at least say something, but he didn't even show his face, which is illogical.

Chang Haihe paused for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, what's the big deal?"

We are newcomers, and our voices carry little weight, yet we were fortunate enough to have the two young masters of the Feng family personally host us.

That's already giving them plenty of face. How could someone as important as Chairman Feng be received by just anyone?

Chang Miaomiao was not convinced. She looked at the neon lights flashing past the window, her brows slightly furrowed.

"But I always felt it wasn't that simple. Feng Zhan may seem carefree, but there's a calculating glint in his eyes;

Feng Yan was as cold as ice, every word he spoke was a test. The more thorough they were, the more...

The more I feel... the more I suspect there's something unspeakable going on behind this.

Chang Haihe fell silent. His daughter's words were like a fine needle, piercing his slightly relaxed state of mind.

Looking at the blurry night view outside the window, he felt a strange unease rising in his heart—the waters of this governor's mansion might be deeper than he imagined.

Silence fell again in the carriage, with only the headlights cutting a path of light through the darkness, stretching silently forward.