Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Just as Lin Ting was about to equate Feng Yao's mind with Feng Hui's, Feng Yao suddenly smiled.

"Sorry, I think I told a joke that wasn't funny."

Feng Yao looked apologetic and said to Lin Ting with utmost sincerity, "Please forgive me, Miss Lin."

Lin Ting: "..."

This person seems to have a split personality.

Feng Yao opened the bottle in front of Lin Ting and poured himself a full glass, which he estimated to be about two or three ounces.

He held a wine glass in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, and slowly walked to Lin Ting's side.

“Miss Lin, although my brother is gone, I still have to apologize,” Feng Yao said sincerely. “I apologize to you on his behalf.”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Lin Ting's reaction and downed the glass of baijiu in one gulp.

Lin Ting didn't intend to stop her; she simply watched silently, weighing the options and making reasonable analyses...

Is this guy trying to drink himself to death here and then stage an accident to extort money from her...?

Their intentions were indeed sinister.

As Lin Ting was thinking, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

Just then, Feng Yao poured his second glass of wine, ready to give a toast.

Lin Ting gave him an apologetic smile: "Sorry, I'm going to answer the phone."

Feng Yao's emotions were interrupted by the phone call, and his smile became slightly awkward: "Okay, you can answer it."

Lin Ting answered the phone slowly and deliberately: "Hello?"

"Listen."

On the other end of the phone was Jiang Zong's voice.

A gentle glint flashed in Lin Ting's eyes.

She hadn't originally planned to bring her mobile phone in; Feng Yao had a powerful background, and if things didn't go well, answering the phone would put her in a very passive position.

But the manager told her that Jiang Zong could receive the news at any time...

Lin Ting knew his own good friend well. Although he told the manager to stop him, he knew that if Jiang Zong really wanted to break in, he could really fight his way from the main entrance to the private room.

So she brought her mobile phone with her.

Jiang Zong said succinctly, "Talk however you want, I'll be waiting for you in 306."

Lin Ting understands Jiang Zong, and Jiang Zong understands Lin Ting just as well.

He knew that she hadn't told him because she didn't want him to come along.

So he waited for her on the third floor.

He can be there immediately whenever she needs him.

Without any hesitant back and forth or any drawn-out persuasion, they understood each other's thoughts instantly, even without prior contact.

Lin Ting smiled faintly: "Okay, I'll sit for a while and then come find you."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

After hearing Lin Ting's words, Jiang Zong understood that the fight was probably off.

Lin Ting hung up the phone and then looked at Feng Yao.

She blinked and asked, "What was Mr. Feng trying to say?"

Feng Yao's emotions were quite inconsistent.

Being interrupted is a major taboo whenever it relates to a conversation, as it means a shift in the initiative.

Especially in situations like the one just now, Lin Ting suddenly turned to talk to a third person, leaving him standing aside.

What seemed like just a phone call actually reversed the dominant positions of both parties.

Feng Yao quickly composed himself, smiled slightly, and raised his glass to Lin Ting again: "For the second glass, I apologize on behalf of my brother for his recklessness. I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble."

Feng Yao tilted his head back and downed the second glass of wine, then poured himself a third.

“This third toast is for you on behalf of the Feng family,” Feng Yao said with a warm smile. “My family has failed in raising our children, which has made Miss Lin’s trip to Beijing less than pleasant. I apologize.”

After three cups of baijiu, Feng Yao remained unfazed.

Lin Ting clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Mr. Feng is truly amazing. I didn't feel this good even after drinking three cups of water."

Feng Yao laughed and sat down in the seat next to Lin Ting.

He adjusted his glasses, looked at Lin, and said, "Miss Lin, if you're going to beat around the bush, I won't—"

“My family has never been in the textile business. My brother is young and proud, and that’s why the misunderstanding happened. Please don’t take it to heart, Miss Lin.”

Lin Ting looked at him and smiled slightly.

“My visit this time was at my father’s behest,” Feng Yao said sincerely. “We want to make friends with Miss Lin.”

"Oh?"

Lin Ting blinked, looking very interested.

Feng Yao nodded slightly, looking very serious: "Please believe me, Miss Lin, our Feng family is very sincere. We have heard that Mr. Jiang gave Miss Lin a piece of land. If Miss Lin wants to build a house in the future, our family can help."

Lin Ting smiled and waved his hand: "Don't laugh at me, Mr. Feng, I don't know anything about building houses, not even a little bit. But luckily the land isn't big, and my master said he would build it for me when he was building the house, so I don't need to worry about it."

Lin Ting did indeed call Jiang's father yesterday and they discussed the land.

But Mr. Jiang only said one thing: "Take it if it's given to you. Build a tutoring school or a commercial apartment. If you don't want either of those, just build a golden house and hide yourself away."

Well... obviously, there's no need to tell Feng Yao this.

Despite Lin Ting's clear rejection, Feng Yao showed no sign of anger.

He nodded understandingly: "That would be the most worry-free and perfect solution."

Feng Yao seemed genuinely looking for Lin Ting to befriend her. After that, he didn't mention anything serious, but talked to her about movies, clothes, and the Black Panther band's concert, and even offered to give her some tickets.

His smile was genuine, and his expression was flawless.

After chatting for about an hour, he offered to take Lin Ting back to school.

"It's getting late, shall I take Miss Lin back to school?"

He had the appearance of a gentle and polite young gentleman.

Lin Ting smiled, picked up her bag and said, "No, I have an appointment with someone upstairs."

“Alright,” Feng Yao said without pressing her or asking who she had made plans with. “Miss Lin, please be careful on your way back.”

"okay."

Lin Ting asked casually, as if chatting, "Mr. Feng, are you free tomorrow? Let me do my part as your host."

Feng Yao looked regretful: "Unfortunately, I have some other things to take care of, and I have to go back to the capital tomorrow."

"Oh, that's a real shame." Lin Ting asked, "What time are you leaving tomorrow? I'll see you off."

“Okay,” Feng Yao readily agreed, “I’ll leave at ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”

"Okay, I'll contact you tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

Lin Ting and Feng Yao walked out of the private room one after the other. The atmosphere was peaceful, but the three people standing at the door felt a little awkward.

They stared at each other warily for an hour, but the boss ended up having such a pleasant conversation?

The world of bosses... is so hard to understand...

Lin Ting smiled and said to Meng Ke, "Let's go see Boss Yang."

Monk knew, of course, that no Mr. Yang was waiting for Lin Ting. He didn't ask, but simply nodded and followed behind Lin Ting.

Lin Ting took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around and waved to Feng Yao again: "See you tomorrow."

His tone was quite sweet, as if he were bidding a reluctant farewell to a brother he hadn't seen in ages.

Feng Yao smiled warmly and spoke in the same gentle tone: "See you tomorrow."

Lin Ting then walked up the stairs and slowly headed towards the third floor.

Once upstairs, Lin Ting turned around and, seeing no one else in the corridor, whispered to Monk, "We're not going back to school tonight. Let's tell the manager we'll stay at the hotel."

Monk nodded in agreement.

Lin Ting walked to the door of 306 and gently knocked twice.

The door opened with a click, and a hand reached out and pulled her inside.

Lin Ting entered with a smile, and seeing the worry in Jiang Zong's eyes, he reported truthfully: "Feng Yao wants to reconcile, but I feel it's just a temporary measure. The Feng family... no, it should be himself. He's in big trouble and is afraid that I'll kick him while he's down, and even more afraid that I'll complain to Master."

"They tried to subtly undermine me, but it's not a big deal. I'm fine. I didn't argue, and I didn't drink."

Jiang Zong asked, "Have you eaten?"

Lin Ting rubbed her stomach: "I'm really not... hungry."

A table full of dishes were ordered, but Lin Tingzhen didn't dare to touch her chopsticks.

Waste is shameful, but safety comes first.

Jiang Zong pulled Lin Ting by the wrist and led her into the house.

Room 306 is a standard room, but at this moment, the two beds have been moved to one side, and a table has been placed by the window with various dishes and an unlit copper hot pot on it.

Jiang Zong skillfully lit the charcoal under the hot pot and then stuffed the chopsticks into Lin Ting's hand.

"Have a meal."

Lin Tingxiao stirred the sesame paste, then suddenly frowned: "Hiss... I think I forgot something..."

Jiang Zong looked up: "What is it?"

Lin Ting still frowned: "Wait a minute, let me think about it..."

……

In the dormitory, Su Yu, wearing thick pajamas, leaned against the window, gazing longingly into the distance.

"You promised to be back tonight... my orange gummies..."