Big Data Cultivation Chapter 359

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: Fate Matters

The seafood feast arrived, and they began to eat.

Feng Jun ordered Baijiu for himself, while he got a bottle of dry white wine for the young hostess. His original plan was to persuade her to drink a little, to liven up the mood for what was to come, but now… he somewhat didn't feel like urging her anymore.

Feng Jun didn't plan to press her to drink, but the young hostess didn't hold back, asking the waiter for a bottle of Sprite, “I'm not used to dry white, I like to mix Sprite with red wine… You won't laugh at me, right?”

This kid is a bit bold, Feng Jun thought with a smile, “The purpose of wine is for drinking, it's our own bought wine, isn't it our choice how to drink it? But with seafood, let's stick to dry white, it's best not to drink red.”

The young hostess could really eat. Despite being only around 165 cm tall, she ate at a steady pace, maintaining a consistent rhythm, but in ten minutes, she consumed as much as an ordinary person would in a whole meal.

The key was that twenty minutes later, she still maintained that same eating pace.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, she looked up at him, “Regretting inviting me out? I eat a lot.”

“What are you talking about,” laughed Feng Jun, “eat up, keep going until you need to head back to the dormitory.”

Head back to the dormitory… The young hostess paused briefly in her movements, then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Feng Jun noticed, and so he spoke with a smile, “Seriously, eat up, think of it as ten meals, based on today's standard.”

The young hostess put down her chopsticks, took a sip from her wine glass with a slight smile, “Brother… what do you mean?”

Feng Jun lit a cigarette, returning her smile with a slight one of his own, “You really excite me, truthfully.”

The young hostess hesitated for a moment, a barely there disappointment flashing in her eyes, then she gave a slight smile, “And then? You're going to say 'but', right?”

“What I'm going to say is… it's a pity,” Feng Jun emphasized the last two words heavily, his tone turning serious, “To tell the truth, I planned to urge you to drink today, hmm, with no good intentions.”

This was self-deprecation, taking into account the young girl's pride.

“It's just that you went into too much detail about the matter, and the way I plan to deal with Director Luo… involves not just passing messages to his wife, and the methods might be a bit excessive. If you get too involved with me, you could get caught in the crossfire.”

The young hostess paused again, blinked, and smiled sweetly, “How excessive? It's not going to involve killing someone, is it?”

“You'd better not ask,” Feng Jun smiled again, “You do excite me a lot, but… the help you've given is too significant.”

He shifted in his seat, moving closer to her, and from his bag, he fished out two stacks of red bills. Slipping them beneath the table onto the skirt between her legs, he chuckled softly, “I'm really sorry, this meal today won't even cost two thousand… this is for ten meals.”

After he said that, his hand brushed against her leg, gently kneading it.

In April, Zhengyang was a time when people dressed inconsistently; the young girl wore only a pair of thin black pantyhose on her legs. The touch was firm yet elastic, radiating the vitality of youth.

The young hostess's gaze became hazy, tenderness almost spilling from her eyes, she spoke softly, “What if I say… I don't mind?”

“Be good,” Feng Jun gave her leg a few more kneads, then reluctantly withdrew his hand, “The kind of trouble I'm dealing with is something you can't afford.”

With that, he laughed mischievously, “Otherwise, do you think I'd let you go?”

The words were half truth, half jest, but without a doubt, if he hadn't considered other factors, he would have likely proposed a “friendly match” that evening.

Feng Jun had decided not to expose Director Luo's affair to his wife the moment he heard about it. Although such an action would definitely put Director Luo at a disadvantage, to what degree was hard to predict.

Moreover, seeking revenge in that manner would appear less personal, as it could be the work of many people.

The culprit could be one of Director Luo's enemies, or a competition rival—which might include people from the bank.

Feng Jun wanted his adversary to know clearly: it was he, Feng himself, who was behind it!

He believed that a mere Director Luo couldn't cause too much trouble for him; surely, Luo had backers.

Only a targeted retaliation could not only torment Director Luo but also deter the forces behind him.

Otherwise, if he ruined Director Luo, there might be yet another director to step in and trouble him further.

However, he hadn't fully planned this act of revenge, and he couldn't estimate the other party's reaction.

The young girl was too close to him and might be discovered by others, which could lead to retaliation.

Furthermore, aiming to keep a low profile, he didn't want her to see anything peculiar about him.

Yet they had already flirted with each other, and she clearly took an interest, providing valuable information; he definitely needed to acknowledge that.

Feng Jun felt that giving her twenty thousand was at least respectful for the deed done.

The young hostess didn't seem to mind his inappropriate touch, but she also didn't touch the two stacks of red bills on her skirt. She took a sip of the dry white mixed with Sprite, and then continued eating, maintaining the even pace, but her face remained expressionless.

Twenty thousand was certainly a lot, yet she felt lost, unsure of what to do next.

She had some hypotheses about what she might encounter tonight, but now… it wasn't any situation she had imagined.

Feng Jun lifted his glass with a cheery smile, wanting to click theirs together, but the little receptionist glared at him resentfully, stuffed a big bamboo clam into her mouth, and chewed with vindictive force, as if she was biting into his flesh.

“Be good,” Feng Jun once again pulled out a stack of red bills, continuing to place them on her skirt, his voice soft, “You know, fate is what brings people together.”

With an additional ten thousand added, the young girl finally sighed, raised her glass, and forced a smile, “Cheers!”

Her disappointment was clearly written on her face, of course… there might have been other emotions mixed in.

However, since she had accepted the outcome, she gradually loosened up and started to chat and laugh with him, but the money on her skirt remained untouched, as if to prove that she wasn't a greedy girl.

Around eight-thirty, Feng Jun's mobile phone rang; it was a call from Feng Jing.

Her mood didn't seem high, nor did she explain why she didn't answer the phone yesterday. She asked for his location, and said bluntly, “Wait for me!” Then she hung up.

Feng Jun gave the little receptionist a slight smile, lowered his voice and said, “Pack it up, a friend will be here soon.”

The young girl's mood had now returned to normal. Hearing this, she stuffed the money into her purse, glaring at him with annoyance, and then pinched him on the thigh, “It's a woman, isn't it?”

“An old friend,” Feng Jun answered vaguely, then smiled again, “I'd say, you've got quite the pinch.”

The young girl glared at him once more, “You pinched me first!”

Of course, Feng Jun knew better than to reason with a young girl; so he whispered with a chuckle, “I paid you for the pinch, didn't I?”

The little receptionist paused, then sighed softly, “If only I could afford to buy you, take you home, and pinch however I wanted.”

“I admire people with dreams,” Feng Jun replied with a laugh, raising his glass again, “Your dream is a bit challenging; you'll need to work hard.”

Regardless, their conversation became more amiable and friendlier as time passed.

Feng Jing arrived quicker than Feng Jun had expected; in just twenty minutes, she appeared on the second floor.

Seeing Feng Jun seated with a young girl, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. However, she promptly took a seat across from them and asked directly, “Am I interrupting you two?”

“Not at all,” the little receptionist replied with a sweet smile, “Sis, we're just talking business.”

It must be acknowledged that young people adapt quickly, and of course, this might also have to do with Feng Jun's generous spending.

“Good to hear,” Feng Jing beckoned a waiter over with a wave, “Waiter, I'd like to order.”

The waiter approached, and before even five minutes had passed, a loud shout echoed from the staircase, “Catch the shameless adulteress… out at midnight, having a tryst with some paramour!”

Following the shout, a man and a woman hurried over, the woman in her early fifties, the man a bit older than Feng Jun.

The older woman approached, cursing and swearing, only to suddenly realize, given the angle of her view, that she had failed to notice a young girl seated beside the 'paramour.'

Feng Jun, his back to her, turned his head in surprise, “Who are you?”

The old woman was none other than Feng Jing's mother-in-law. Her son's injuries had mostly healed; the long strip of flesh on his leg wasn't likely to regenerate, and he could move, albeit with some inconvenience, but it didn't affect his daily life.

Having taken a long leave from work, his employer knew he was mostly recovered and wanted him back at work. However, he didn't want to return, and the old lady had been pestering Feng Jing to come and take care of her son—my son still needs care, he can't work.

Feng Jing, of course, refused, suggesting if he truly needed care, then hire a nurse—and she would pay half the cost.

The old lady was furious and had quarreled with her yesterday. Today, she sent a nephew to surreptitiously tail her, discovering that Feng Jing had left home alone late at night. She rushed over expecting to catch an adulterous affair.

However, this wasn't the old woman's usual affair busting—alright, the term “usual” might not be quite right. Regardless, upon seeing her daughter-in-law seated with a man, she immediately began making a commotion like she had struck gold, charging toward them.

Seeing her daughter-in-law seated across from a man and a woman, the old woman was taken aback.

Nevertheless, after a brief pause, she scoffed coldly, “Oh, so you've learned to find an accomplice for your act?”

“Who are you?” Feng Jun glanced at her, then at Feng Jing, “Is she sick or something?”

Feng Jing replied helplessly, “That's my mother-in-law… Mom, are you trying to embarrass us in public?”

“You cheating with another man doesn't embarrass you, why should I be embarrassed?” the old woman shouted loudly, “Today, I will uncover an affair for both of you.”

“Are you insane?” The little receptionist banged on the table as she stood up and shouted, “Waiter, throw this lunatic out! If she doesn't leave, we will… we won't be paying for this meal!”

The waiter hurriedly tried to mediate, “Ma'am, don't you see these two are about the same age? They are a couple.”

(Suggest I should wipe out the entire sparrow family and then slow cook them—what kind of people are these, especially when there's a delicate girl right here, so cruel and ruthless… Tomorrow, there will be three more updates. Calling for monthly tickets.)

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