Chapter Twenty: The Young Master of the Xi Family

The woman in the short skirt wrinkled her delicate nose, hooked Yao Qianqian’s jade-like arm, her face full of arrogance and disdain, and opened her mouth to humiliate him right in front of everyone.

Lin Feng arched an eyebrow, glancing up at the woman.

This woman was none other than Yao Qianqian’s close friend, Wang Jing.

She was a childhood family friend of the Yao family, the cherished daughter of the Wang family, and had attended university with Yao Qianqian—ever since, their friendship had been deep.

Wang Jing had always hoped that Yao Qianqian would marry her own older brother, Wang Jie. So whenever the chance arose, she would belittle Lin Feng and try to matchmake Wang Jie and Yao Qianqian.

Today, she had deliberately brought Yao Qianqian to the company cafeteria just to publicly shame Lin Feng and put him in his place.

“Whether I’m a kept man or a worthless pretty boy is none of your concern. Please stop disturbing my meal,” Lin Feng replied coldly.

“Oh? So you can do it, but no one’s allowed to talk about it? Just look at you—your whole outfit is from the street market, probably worth less than five hundred yuan in total. Low education, broke, and the only thing you know how to do is sponge off women. Now you’re even mooching meals at her company! Honestly, you might as well go bash your head against a block of tofu and end it!” Wang Jing, heedless of the growing crowd of onlookers, continued to loudly mock him.

“Qianqian, a husband like this is nothing but dead weight! You’re beautiful and capable—you deserve someone like Xie Zhijie at the very least. But Xie Zhijie is already my boyfriend. Still, you could go for my brother! He’s now a successful entrepreneur worth over a hundred million; you’d never be shortchanged!” Wang Jing boasted.

“Jingjing, enough. Let’s just go, all right? My treat today, is that okay?” Yao Qianqian obviously didn’t want their relationship to be exposed at the company. Otherwise, Lin Feng’s reputation as a good-for-nothing would surely drag her down in the future.

With an awkward look, Yao Qianqian tried to drag Wang Jing out of the cafeteria.

However, thanks to Wang Jing’s loud commotion, the already busy cafeteria quickly became the center of attention. The crowd pressed in, making it impossible for Yao Qianqian to get out.

Rumors began to spread among the onlookers like wildfire.

Wang Jing shook off Yao Qianqian’s grip, crossed her arms, and, hearing the crowd’s disparaging remarks about Lin Feng, felt a surge of satisfaction.

“Lin Feng, if you really care about Qianqian, you should leave her sooner rather than later. A woman’s prime is only a few years—you can’t afford to waste them,” Wang Jing said, as if Lin Feng’s refusal to divorce was a crime against heaven and earth.

Lin Feng remained calm and silent, not bothering to respond to this self-important girl.

“Lin Feng, I never thought you’d be so stubborn! Fine, today I’ll show you what a real man looks like!”

With that, Wang Jing dialed her phone, speaking in a coquettish tone to summon her boyfriend.

Moments later, a tall, well-built man, easily over six feet, wearing the latest Versace suit, impossibly handsome and sporting slicked-back hair, suddenly appeared behind Wang Jing and spoke softly, “Jingjing, guess who?”

Then he presented her with a huge bouquet of blue enchantress roses.

“Ah! Zhijie!” Wang Jing cried, her eyes brimming with sweetness as she took the roses and threw herself into the man’s arms, kissing him passionately in front of the crowd.

After a long moment, Wang Jing, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, pulled away and, holding Xie Zhijie’s hand, brought him before Lin Feng, flaunting, “See? Only men like Zhijie, the sons of powerful families, are worthy of outstanding women like me and Qianqian! This bouquet of blue enchantresses alone is worth several months of your salary!”

“Zhijie, tell him who you are!”

“Everyone, a pleasure to meet you. I am Xie Zhijie, the second son of Hong Kong real estate tycoon Xie Yunlong,” the handsome man announced, gently encircling Wang Jing’s waist, exuding the refined poise of the elite.

A gasp rippled through the crowd at the introduction.

“Hong Kong Xie Real Estate—that’s a publicly listed company on NASDAQ, worth at least ten billion dollars! Just his family shares must be worth a billion US dollars; this is a family of the century!” someone exclaimed, clearly impressed.

Wang Lun, a known gossip, immediately rattled off the Xie family’s impressive background, his excitement palpable.

In an instant, the crowd turned on Lin Feng with public scorn:

“My god! It’s true—people really can’t compare. Wang Jing’s boyfriend is worth over a hundred million and is the son of a real estate magnate from Hong Kong.”

“This Lin Feng is not only a kept man but acts like it’s perfectly justified. Shameless!”

“Supposedly, his grandfather actually knelt and begged the Yao family just to get him married in. Otherwise, why would he become a live-in son-in-law?”

“Exactly, their family is nothing but a bunch of bankrupts from Jinling City. If not, why would he be a live-in son-in-law? Haven’t they heard, ‘A real man doesn’t marry in’?”

Lin Feng glanced at the ignorant ants who gossiped and pointed at him, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He had long been immune to scenes like this, having experienced countless such humiliations in his previous life. Besides, it wouldn’t be a hundred years before all these ignorant fools would be nothing but bones, while Lin Feng would defy the heavens and achieve immortality, eternal and unchanging.

But suddenly, Lin Feng recalled a hidden memory about this so-called scion of the Xie family.

This so-called rich heir was, if memory served, a con artist.

In his previous life, Wang Jing had been duped—emotionally and financially—by this man pretending to be the heir of a Hong Kong tycoon, causing her family immense loss and hardship.

Worse still, she was left pregnant by the scammer, had a secret abortion, and later tried to marry into the Guo family to secure a political alliance between the Guo and Wang families.

Who would have thought that on the wedding day itself, the scammer would publicly reveal her intimate videos at the ceremony?

The Guo family’s eldest son, humiliated, tore up the marriage contract on the spot, and Wang Jing became a laughing stock in Binhai City, eventually driven to suicide out of shame.

Lin Feng had no intention of quarreling with a foolish girl like her and rose to leave, calm and unhurried.

But Wang Jing, relentless and unyielding, blocked Lin Feng and shouted, “Feeling embarrassed now, Lin Feng? Trying to run away? No! You need to explain yourself. How can a broke nobody like you waste Qianqian’s youth?”

Lin Feng looked down at Wang Jing, frowning slightly.

He hadn’t wanted to argue with her, but the girl’s persistent provocation and wanton insults left him with no choice.

Since that was the case, why should he hold back?

Lin Feng stood, calmly dusted off his clothes, and said with a cold smile, “A Hong Kong real estate tycoon’s son? A rich heir? Wang Jing, how naive do you have to be to believe such an easily debunked lie? The eldest son of the Xie family, Xie Yunlong, was kidnapped by the infamous Hong Kong thief Zhang Ziqiang and suffered unspeakable torment. Since then, the family has seldom left Hong Kong.”

“I’d like to ask you, Xie Zhijie, young master Xie, you’ve been away for quite some time—does your family even know you’re here?”

Lin Feng’s gaze was as sharp as a blade as it pierced through to Xie Zhijie.

For a brief moment, Xie Zhijie seemed rattled, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.