The King of Urban Mercenaries
Chapter 567 - 567 567 Aunt Lan's Phone Call

567: Chapter 567: Aunt Lan’s Phone Call 567: Chapter 567: Aunt Lan’s Phone Call It was a little past eight o’clock in the evening.

Near the Mu Group’s location, within a high-end café in the Moongaze Building.

Due to a purely charming shout, Ling Weiwei had become the most conspicuous presence in the entire café, without any intention of diverting her attention to any other customers therein.

This beauty, the department head Ling Weiwei, had her eyes—calm as autumn waters—fixed solely on Lin Fei!

“Lin Fei, I am giving you two options!

First, explain yourself right here!

Or second, come home with me and explain yourself there!”

Glaring at Lin Fei for a long while, Ling Weiwei issued an ultimatum with icy resolve!

“Little brother, from your sister’s point of view, you’d better explain yourself to Director Ling right here.

If you go home with Director Ling, whatever will become of me?” Shen Peini, who enjoyed stirring up trouble, didn’t forget to remind Lin Fei of her presence, right after the beautiful department head Ling Weiwei’s words had landed.

“If I didn’t ask for your opinion, dare to interrupt again, and I won’t mind personally forcing you to drink your coffee!”

She issued a cold warning to the incessantly provoking Shen Peini.

Lin Feihu shifted his gaze, focusing on Ling Weiwei, who had a frosty expression and angry eyes, “Perhaps, Weiwei, you won’t believe me.

But what I want to tell you is that Shanshan is my wife.

If you truly don’t believe me, you can personally ask Shanshan at the company tomorrow.

Or, you can call Manager Cao or Shen Xuan right now.

Both of them have been to my house before and saw me and Shanshan together.”

“I can’t believe you!

You know better than I do that it’s completely impossible for me to ask President Mu about this!

Whether it’s Manager Cao or Shen Xuan, as far as I know, both have good relations with you.

How would I know if you haven’t already conspired with them if I call them?”

“So what do you need for you to believe me?!”

“I’d like to ask you the same thing, how can you tell me the truth?!”

“I can’t explain it, your turn!” Seeing that the beautiful department head Ling Weiwei stubbornly insisted that the icy CEO, Mu Shanshan, could not possibly be his wife, a helpless Lin Fei sought help from the gleefully watching Shen Peini.

“Little brother, are you silly?

How can you let Director Ling ask President Mu herself about something like this?

If Director Ling doesn’t believe you, just call President Mu and address her as your wife, then casually chat for a couple of minutes, isn’t that enough?”

“That’s easy for you to say, you haven’t forgotten the incident at the office today when she wanted to fire me, have you?

Do you think with the state between us now, it’s appropriate for me to call her?!”

“Then, little brother, you figure it out yourself.

Looks like Director Ling is about to blow up again; you better stop talking to me.” Initially just in it for the thrill and to provoke Lin Fei, Shen Peini saw that the beautiful department head Ling Weiwei seemed ready to turn her blazing anger towards her.

Shen Peini, this peerless beauty, wisely chose to end her conversation with Lin Fei and gracefully picked up her coffee, fully adopting the role of an observer.

“If you really refuse to believe me, Weiwei, then you just—”

Just as Lin Fei saw Ling Weiwei’s eyes, cool as autumn waters, shift from the peerless beauty Shen Peini back to him, he racked his brains for a way to make her believe that the icy CEO, Mu Shanshan, was indeed his wife.

Lin Fei’s phone rang.

Pulling out his cell phone, he saw Aunt Lan was calling and intended to answer right away.

But when Lin Fei’s peripheral vision caught sight of Ling Weiwei’s beautiful and angry eyes fixed on him,

Lin Fei, his mind flashing with inspiration, asked the woman, “Weiwei, you’ve been to my place before, haven’t you?”

“When have I ever been to your place?

You seem to have never, invited me over.” Suddenly hearing such a seemingly nonsensical question from Lin Fei, Ling Weiwei, believing she had never been to Lin Fei’s home, couldn’t help but feel astonished and even slightly aggrieved.

After all, she had already given her all to Lin Fei.

She had also taken him to her place several times.

Yet, Lin Fei had never taken her to his home.

Thus, Ling Weiwei, unaware that Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan, the icy president, were living together, was naturally somewhat indignant upon hearing Lin Fei’s sudden question.

“You misunderstood me.

I was asking if you could recognize Aunt Lan’s voice,” he clarified.

“Aunt Lan?

Which Aunt Lan?”

“Just listen—you’ll know.” Somewhat choked by Ling Weiwei’s stubbornness, Lin Fei didn’t bother to argue further and promptly answered Aunt Lan’s call.

At the same time, Lin Fei turned on the speakerphone.

“Son-in-law, where are you now?

It’s so late; why haven’t you come back yet?” As soon as Lin Fei answered the call, a slightly anxious voice came from Aunt Lan through the phone.

And Ling Weiwei, who had always been reluctant to believe that Lin Fei had a marital relationship with Mu Shanshan, the icy president, was obviously much more shocked than Lin Fei upon hearing Aunt Lan’s slightly anxious voice.

Clearly, as Mu Shanshan’s number one confidant, Ling Weiwei had indeed been to Purple Garden Pavilion before and had interacted with Aunt Lan.

Therefore, she immediately recognized Aunt Lan’s voice.

“Son-in-law, why aren’t you talking?

Is it inconvenient for you to take the call right now?”

“No, Aunt Lan.

I am just having coffee with a couple of colleagues outside.

I might not be able to return for a while.” Seeing that Ling Weiwei seemed to recognize Aunt Lan’s voice, Lin Fei heaved a sigh of relief and quickly replied to Aunt Lan.

“Son-in-law, you better hurry back.

I don’t know what’s gotten into the miss; she locked herself in her room as soon as she got home today.

I called her to eat, but she didn’t respond.

Just now, I went to knock on her door, and I heard the miss seems to be crying in there.

Son-in-law, you better come back quickly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard the miss cry.

I’m afraid she might be dealing with something heartbreaking this time.

No matter how much I call her, she won’t open the door, and I’m really worried about her being alone in the room, crying herself into some trouble.

Son-in-law, if there’s nothing particularly important at your end, you should hurry back.”

“You all heard—I need to rush back home right now.

I can’t cook dinner for you tonight, but I’ll definitely cook for you when I have time.

Sorry about this.”

After hearing Aunt Lan’s words and the possibility that Mu Shanshan, the icy president, had locked herself up in her room crying, Lin Fei’s heart inexplicably ached.

Then, paying no mind to Ling Weiwei, who stood there dumbfounded, and Shen Peini, who was also lost in thought sitting aside,

he briefly addressed the two women, gave each of them a polite farewell gesture, and briskly left the coffee shop…