Chapter Thirty-Nine: Assassinate the Mother-in-Law?
“Don’t speak while eating or sleeping.”
“Let’s eat first.”
Qin Feng chuckled softly.
Jiang Yalan could only give up after hearing this.
Soon after, outside the Phoenix Pavilion.
Qin Feng asked, “Miss Jiang, where are you staying temporarily? I’ll send you back.”
“That’s not necessary,” Jiang Yalan couldn’t help but ask, “Then why is Shen Yong so courteous to you? Are you really just an ordinary doctor?”
Obviously,
The demeanor Qin Feng displayed moments ago was not something an ordinary doctor would have.
Seeing Qin Feng act as if nothing had happened, she felt a veil of mystery shrouding him, profound and unfathomable.
“Miss Jiang, to be honest, I am actually the owner of Wolong Bank, so it makes sense that Shen Yong treats me with respect,” Qin Feng said.
“I hope you keep this confidential. Please don’t tell Ban Xia; I’m afraid it would put her under pressure, and it might even bring danger.”
Hearing this, Jiang Yalan was first stunned, then burst out laughing.
“Qin Feng, if you don’t want to say, you don’t have to, but there’s no need to make up such nonsense.”
“Owner of Wolong Bank? Do you even know who the owner really is?”
Seeing Jiang Yalan’s disbelief and even her eye-rolling, Qin Feng was at a loss for words.
“I’m serious.”
“Oh,” Jiang Yalan lost interest, thinking Qin Feng was just being slick. She said calmly, “Alright, I’ll pretend I don’t know what happened tonight. But a friendly reminder: you slapped Li Ao’s face. With his vengeful nature, he definitely won’t let this go.”
“Considering the dinner was good, I promise I won’t badmouth you to Ban Xia for now.”
As she finished speaking,
Jiang Yalan’s private car arrived at the gate.
Soon, she left in the vehicle.
“What’s wrong with this world? Nobody believes the truth anymore…”
Qin Feng stood there stunned for a long moment before sighing.
“Well, if no one believes me, that saves a lot of trouble.”
He turned and drove home.
To his surprise—
Just as he arrived beneath his apartment building, he saw a familiar figure leaning against a Rolls-Royce.
Approaching for a closer look,
The woman wore a deep V-neck uniform, red high heels, and her face bore the marks of time.
It could only be Aunt Lan.
“Aunt Lan, it’s so late. What are you doing here?” Qin Feng asked in surprise.
Aunt Lan was rubbing her ankle, her brows tightly furrowed. Seeing Qin Feng, she said, “Xiao Feng, you finally came back.”
“Mind if Aunt Lan stays here a few days?”
“Eh?” Qin Feng was baffled.
He had no idea what mischief she was up to so late at night.
“Since the Wolong Bank investment banquet, your uncle has been grumbling that you’re unworthy to be his son-in-law,” she said.
“I got really upset and had a big fight with him, so I moved out to live alone.”
Hearing this, Qin Feng smiled wryly.
He had heard before that Aunt Lan and Xu Jingnian slept separately, but now they were formally separated.
The key question was, why did she come to him?
“What, you don’t want me here?”
Aunt Lan looked pitiful, pointing to her swollen ankle, “I didn’t even have time to change shoes when I came looking for you, and I twisted my ankle.”
“You can’t leave me in the car all night.”
Qin Feng glanced at her severely swollen ankle.
With no choice,
He relented, “Alright, Aunt Lan, I can let you stay one night, but tomorrow morning I’ll call Ban Xia to come pick you up.”
“Okay,” Aunt Lan blinked happily.
But Qin Feng felt there was something fishy about the whole thing.
“Let me massage your ankle, Aunt Lan.”
“But Aunt Lan can’t walk.”
“Uh…”
After hesitating, Qin Feng bent down and carried Aunt Lan upstairs.
“Click!”
The door lock clicked open.
Qin Feng gently laid Aunt Lan on the sofa.
“Aunt Lan, the massage might hurt a little, please bear with it.”
“Alright.”
Aunt Lan was embarrassed; if she hadn’t quarreled with the family and didn’t want to stay alone in a hotel, she wouldn’t have troubled Qin Feng.
The next moment,
A large hand began gently kneading her swollen ankle.
“Hmm…”
Under his careful touch, Aunt Lan couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
From initial tension to gradual relaxation, after only five minutes, Aunt Lan was perspiring lightly, fully immersed in it.
“Aunt Lan, how do you feel?”
“Hmm… it’s okay,” she tried to endure.
“Good.”
Qin Feng wiped the sweat from his brow and continued stimulating the ankle’s meridians with skilled pressure.
Ten minutes later,
Sweat drenched Aunt Lan’s back, and her whole body was softening.
“Xiao Feng, Auntie’s not in pain anymore. I’ll go back to my room now.”
Sensing she was losing composure, Aunt Lan blushed and tried to stand.
Suddenly, Qin Feng grabbed her arm and gently pressed her back onto the sofa.
Startled, Aunt Lan exclaimed, “Xiao Feng, you…”
At that instant,
“Whoosh!”
A deadly hidden weapon shot through the spot where she had been sitting and embedded itself violently in the wall.