Chapter Sixty-Two: Visitors from Jinling

Sensing that Wang Jisheng and his son had left the villa, Lin Feng emerged from his meditation. After more than half a month of cultivation, the simplified version of the Three Pure Gathering Spirit Formation had already provided minimal benefit to his cultivation. If he wished to make further progress, he would have to acquire the remaining two millennium spiritual treasures.

Gazing at the dazzling sunlight outside the villa, Lin Feng's eyes grew deep and contemplative as he murmured, “It seems I must leave seclusion for a while. After settling the matter with the Tianlong Hall, I must make a trip to Yunfeng Mountain.”

Traveling to Yunfeng Mountain might take some time, so Lin Feng decided to give Wang Lun a jade talisman for his protection. With great care, he refined two jade talismans and carried them with him as he made his way alone to work at the Yao Group.

The moment Lin Feng walked into the marketing department office, Wang Lun grinned broadly, hurried over, and threw an arm around his shoulders, joking, “Hey, you finally remembered to come back to work! Have you been fooling around these days? You never answered calls or replied to messages.”

“How could that be? I had important matters to attend to. Unlike you, showing off your instant noodle haircut everywhere you go.”

“Tch, as if you’d dare go out and mess around. Come on, since you finally made it back, I’ll treat you today. Company cafeteria, second floor.”

Recently, Wang Lun had been riding high and, with a grand gesture, insisted on treating everyone. He called out to Liu Susu and Li Yating, and together they headed to the second floor of the company restaurant.

The second floor of the company restaurant was usually reserved for executives hosting important clients. Ordinary employees could go, but the prices were exorbitant and hardly worth it. As such, employees rarely ate there.

Yet Wang Lun swaggered right in with Lin Feng and the others. The décor truly was lavish: oak floors, imported solid wood furniture, an open kitchen, and a bar-style counter. By rough estimate, the renovation alone must have cost hundreds of thousands.

Though it was lunchtime, there were few diners on the second floor—just over twenty people scattered about. None of the private rooms reserved for important guests were occupied; after all, important clients didn’t come every day.

“Wang Lun, here’s a string of jade Buddha beads for you. Remember, wear it at all times and never take it off. It’ll do you good.”

“Ah, you really are thoughtful, huh? Treating me to a gift when I’m about to bleed money for this meal. Alright, I’ll gladly accept.” Wang Lun was never one to refuse a gift; he slipped the Lantian jade beads onto his right wrist.

“Liu Susu, since you’re Wang Lun’s girlfriend, this jade pixiu is my wedding gift to you. Keep it with you—it’ll bring fortune and prosperity!”

“A wedding gift? That depends on whether someone here has the heart and sincerity to go through with it!”

Liu Susu pouted, her fiery red lips especially alluring, arms folded as she feigned a bit of a tantrum. In recent days, her relationship with Wang Lun had blossomed, the two inseparable. Wang Lun was utterly devoted, the very model of a lovesick fool. Seeing Liu Susu act up, he immediately put on a silly smile and tried to coax her.

“Susu, you know my feelings for you. As long as you agree, I’ll marry you in grand style tomorrow.”

With that, he planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, what are you doing, you rascal!” Though Liu Susu pretended to protest, her heart was as sweet as honey. What woman doesn’t wish to be cherished and loved?

Watching their gathering turn into a show of affection, Lin Feng could only smile wryly. The couple’s public display of affection was so infectious that even Li Yating couldn’t help glancing at Lin Feng from time to time, secretly wondering, “I wonder if Lin Feng and I could ever be this loving and happy.”

The four of them laughed and chatted, enjoying a leisurely and pleasant lunch break.

Meanwhile, Yao Xingye’s father, Lin Feng’s uncle, Yao Jianghe, was leading two exceptionally poised young men up to the second floor of the restaurant.

“Who would have thought that the two most distinguished young masters of Jinling would grace our humble Yao Group with their presence? It’s truly an honor! Rest assured, as long as it’s within my power, I, Yao Jianghe, will grant your every request!”

“This way, gentlemen, please.”

Yao Jianghe knew well that these two scions from Jinling were backed by Young Master Liang. The Liang family was a top-tier clan across the five coastal provinces, rivaling even the Tang family. If they were offended, no matter how deep the Yao family’s pockets, it would not be enough.

Thus, Yao Jianghe spared no effort in flattering and currying favor with them, stooping to every possible means and behaving with the utmost servility.

As they walked onto the second floor, the two young men swept their gaze around and spotted Lin Feng seated in the restaurant.

So the rumors in Jinling about Lin Feng were true—he had really left his family behind and become the son-in-law of the Yao family in Binhai, living the easy life.

A satisfied smile immediately appeared on both their faces. As the saying goes, one searches high and low only to find it effortlessly.

The two strode straight up to Lin Feng, looming over him with an air of oppressive arrogance.

One of them, a short-haired man in a Versace custom suit designed by a famous master, sneered, “Lin Feng, who would have thought you’d be here! Young Master Liang thought you were dead. So, you really did throw away your dignity to become the live-in son-in-law of a third-rate family in Binhai?”

“Young Master Liang has been thinking about you lately! By the way, don’t you want to know how miserable your Lin family is now?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng slowly raised his head, his eyelids trembling, a murderous aura radiating from him.

How could Lin Feng not recognize these two? Even if they were reduced to ashes, he would know them at a glance!

The speaker’s name was Tian Xinyu, eldest son of the Tian family in Jinling. Back then, it was he who conspired with Liang Fengnian, and together the Tian and Liang families forced the Lin family into bankruptcy, causing Lin Feng’s downfall.

The other was Zhong Hui, heir of the Hongxing Society—the most powerful underworld organization in Jinling. In his previous life, Lin Feng’s grandfather and parents had died tragically—no doubt at the hands of the Hongxing Society!

These two were Liang Fengnian’s close confidants and Lin Feng’s mortal enemies!

Who would have thought they’d meet again at the Yao Group? Fate truly loves irony.

Lin Feng stood up slowly, forcibly suppressing the hatred and fury surging within him as he coldly growled, “Scum, get lost!”

“Well, well, your temper’s grown in the past few years. Back then, when I beat you to your knees, you didn’t have this backbone! What, you want to make a comeback now? Do you even have what it takes? Looks like you’re itching for a lesson after all these years!”

Zhong Hui, who had grown up immersed in the underworld, believed only in fists and blades. Seeing Lin Feng standing so resolute, he couldn’t restrain himself and raised his hand, ready to slap Lin Feng across the face.