At that moment, Zheng Xi’s fear of Ye Feng had reached an inconceivable level; it was the first time Zheng Xi had ever seen his father so terrified of someone.
In Zheng Xi’s eyes, Ye Feng now seemed like an insurmountable, unscalable peak.
"Enough, considering your past contributions to the nation at the Southern Border, let it pass this time. Educate your son better in the future," Ye Feng finally spoke.
Almost simultaneously, Zheng Yonggang and his son both breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had just taken a walk through the Ghost Gate, and then joy appeared on their faces, "Thank you, thank you, Captain, for your forgiveness. I promise to properly educate my son in the future to prevent any further trouble!"
Thereafter, Zheng Yonggang assured Ye Feng, "Captain, if there’s ever anything I can assist with, I’ll do so with all my effort, without the slightest negligence!"
"Step down..." Ye Feng waved his hand impatiently.
Zheng Yonggang then took his son and left dejectedly.
Once they were in the car, Zheng Yonggang’s expression finally relaxed a bit, looking as if he had been reborn after a catastrophe. Then he immediately regained his stern demeanor, looking at Zheng Xi, "You little bastard, remember today’s events clearly. You can offend anyone but never Captain Ye. If you see him again, treat him like you would your grandfather! Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Zheng Xi nodded repeatedly, yet inside, he was filled with doubts, the more he doubted, the more he feared Ye Feng. Although Ye Feng had been his father’s captain at the Southern Border, should he really be this fearful?
Zheng Xi had no idea that even in Zheng Yonggang’s heart, Ye Feng was an extremely powerful and mysterious existence.
Seven years ago, before Zheng Yonggang had retired, the young Ye Feng had already joined their Skyhawk Team and became the captain, conquering all the members with his formidable methods.
Just after two months, Ye Feng had been promoted and moved to a higher level.
The immense ability and the rapid pace of promotion were beyond the imagination of a small fry like Zheng Yonggang.
Back in the office, Lin Shiyu looked at Ye Feng with a cold expression, "Ye Feng, you really know how to stir up trouble, don’t you? You’ve barely been at the company for half a day, and you have caused me such a huge problem. You better keep a low profile from now on!"
Ye Feng didn’t even glance at Lin Shiyu as he spoke, "Wasn’t Zheng Xi here for you?"
"You..." Lin Shiyu was suddenly at a loss for words and nearly stamped her foot in frustration, "After work, come with me to a place!"
Without waiting for Ye Feng’s response, Lin Shiyu left in a huff.
In contrast, Zhao Ziming looked at Ye Feng with surprise, "Nice going, brother. You actually dared to be so upfront with Mr. Lin, and she can’t do anything about it. You’re truly worthy of being my friend, Zhao Ziming!"
Zhao Ziming slung an arm over Ye Feng’s shoulder, his face full of warmth.
A smile also flicked across Ye Feng’s face.
Having just experienced that incident, as they made their way to the office, the employees of Lin Group looked at Ye Feng with a faint fear.
However, Zhao Ziming’s attitude had not changed, treating Ye Feng as a good friend as always.
During their student days, almost everyone looked down on Feng because he was an orphan and appeared weak, but Zhao Ziming had not.
After going to the Southern Border, Ye Feng became the invincible War God, a figure revered by thousands, yet Ye Feng still had very few friends.
But Zhao Ziming remained consistent, treating Ye Feng as a friend whether he was weak or strong.
Time whisked by, and soon it was time to get off work. Zhao Ziming said with a smile, "Feng, since Mr. Lin asked you out, I won’t call you back home for dinner today. When you’re free some other day, I’ll have your sister-in-law cook some of her specialty dishes, and we’ll have a drink together."
"Okay!" Feng replied with a slight smile.
"Then I’m off!" Having packed his things, Zhao Ziming left.
Feng also stepped out of the company, just as a black Bentley approached him.
The car window rolled down, revealing Lin Shiyu, who said from inside, "Get in."
Once Feng was in the car, he didn’t speak but closed his eyes to rest.
Lin Shiyu said, "Feng, there’s an important dinner tonight, and you’ll be acting as my bodyguard for the time being, coming with me."
Feng didn’t respond verbally, but his silence was taken as agreement.
Lin Shiyu felt displeased. She was used to being aloof towards others but wasn’t accustomed to someone being so cold to her. Feng was the first.
Wanhua Manor, the most elite manor in Lin Tian City, where the top tycoons of Lin Tian City would gather for meetings or business discussions, they would all come here.
Lin Shiyu and Feng got out of the car and walked shoulder to shoulder toward the manor’s living room.
"Hey, isn’t this Mr. Lin?" At that moment, a mocking voice reached the ears of Feng and Lin Shiyu.
They saw a woman dressed in a red gown with a ponytail, exuding elegance as she walked towards them. Her delicate features held a certain charm, radiating the allure of a mature woman, followed by a handsome young man in a designer suit.
Upon seeing Lin Shiyu, the woman was visibly excited and quickly blocked Lin Shiyu’s path, "I never imagined that our pure and noble Mr. Lin would also bring a male companion to a party. It seems our Mr. Lin isn’t as clean as the surface suggests. I thought you didn’t like men, but it turns out you just hadn’t found one to your taste, huh~~"
The lady eyed Feng with a teasing and playful glow in her eyes, showing great interest in him.
Feng, dressed in a black suit today, exuded a masculine vitality, with a handsome face that easily attracted attention.
Lin Shiyu immediately frowned, "Zhang Lin, don’t spout nonsense. He’s just my bodyguard!"
Zhang Lin was the heiress of the Zhang Family, a second-tier wealthy family in Lin Tian City, engaged in the jewelry business, which nearly dominated half of Linnan Province’s market, with a growing tendency to catch up with the big four wealthy families.
Zhang Lin had always been at odds with Lin Shiyu. Whether it was in terms of background, appearance, or ability, she was overshadowed by Lin Shiyu, always seeking trouble with her.
"Bodyguard?" Zhang Lin scoffed with disdain, "This guy as a bodyguard? Look at his build, his looks, he’s clearly just a pretty boy. I think he’s someone you’re keeping on the side, and to avoid suspicion, you’re pretending he’s your bodyguard!"
Indeed, Feng’s physique wasn’t as robust as the young man accompanying Zhang Lin, but Feng, such a strong man, wasn’t one whose strength could be discerned by his physique alone.
Zhang Lin revealed a seductive smile, turning to Feng, "Handsome, I think you should stop following Lin Shiyu. What’s the point of staying with an iceberg all day? Why not follow me instead, be my bodyguard? I’ll give you double the salary and let you experience different pleasures. How about it?"
Zhang Lin’s amorous gazes were alluring, her demeanor extraordinarily enchanting.
Yet Feng remained utterly calm, as if blind to her advances.
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