Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 595 - 588: Blur It Out

Chapter 595: Chapter 588: Blur It Out

"Where do you go every time you take a leave of absence?"

Nangong Bing couldn’t help but feel suspicious since this guy was constantly taking days off.

"I’m going to Yanjing," Lin Zifeng honestly replied.

"What are you doing in Yanjing?" Nangong Bing asked nonchalantly, setting aside the fruit in her hand.

"You don’t need to ask about that; just know I need to take a couple of days off, and I hope my dear wife can agree to it,"

"No way!"

The woman refused without a second thought, decisively cutting him off.

"Why not?"

"No reason."

"You can’t just be so authoritarian!"

"Anyway, it’s not possible now; wait for some more time." The clever Nangong Bing immediately guessed the purpose of Lin Zifeng’s trip. Judging by his previous behavior, he would usually dash off without so much as a greeting, but this time was different.

He actually took the initiative to ask for leave, which definitely meant something fishy was going on, so Nangong Bing thought.

How could she let her man go so easily?

"But there’s something very important I need to take care of."

"Tell me about it. I’m quite curious to hear what this ’important thing’ is."

Now it was Lin Zifeng’s turn to be somewhat troubled.

"I’ve promised to keep it a secret, I can’t reveal it," Lin Zifeng said sincerely.

"Alright then, just be careful," she relented.

To Lin Zifeng’s surprise, the lady of the house didn’t press further. She didn’t even seem the least bit suspicious. Could she really pretend to know nothing?

In truth, Nangong Bing was very curious, but as a smart woman, she knew when to ask and when not to.

Since he said it was a secret and couldn’t be disclosed, why bother asking for trouble?

"Oh," Lin Zifeng nodded dully.

It wasn’t until he watched Nangong Bing’s figure slowly ascend the stairs and leave that he slowly came to his senses.

...

The next day, Lin Zifeng arrived at the airport as planned, using the plane ticket Mu Yang had booked for him.

Clearly, Mu Yang had been waiting for a long time.

"You’re here." Mu Yang threw herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

"Well, we’re in public, so maybe we should be careful," said Lin Zifeng, who wasn’t a lascivious man. In fact, he was usually quite composed. Only in bed did he lose his composure—

"Giggle, since when did you become so shy? I didn’t notice you being bashful when I asked you to scrub my back in the shower last time," Mu Yang laughed charmingly, her ample bosom heaving with her laughter.

"Uh, let’s not talk about that. The plane won’t wait for us," said Lin Zifeng, a wave of embarrassment washing over him.

"Alright, let’s go."

"What for?"

Lin Zifeng looked at her, puzzled.

"Hold me," Mu Yang exclaimed in surprise, as if Lin Zifeng had transformed into someone else after just a few days apart.

"Oh."

The man swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling hot and dry.

The perfect, sexy body before him nearly turned him into a beast on the bed several times.

Now, touching her again, his heart began to race.

"Hey hey, I asked you to hold me, not to touch me," Mu Yang chided, giving him a displeased glance.

The man’s hand, like a demon claw, slid towards her chest unconsciously, making Mu Yang feel quite annoyed.

"Hehe, if we’re going to pretend, we might as well go all the way, don’t mind it, you’ll get used to it."

"If you really want, we can go to a hotel in Yanjing tonight, then you can do whatever you want, I’ll be all yours."

"..."

This time, it was Lin Zifeng who felt helpless—

Not until they got off the plane at three in the afternoon.

At the airport exit stood two burly bodyguards in black, with a butler who looked like a mosaic.

As soon as they came out, the guy greeted her with a smile, calling her "Miss."

Then his gaze fell on Lin Zifeng, and his face immediately turned cold, clearly harboring some malice.

Looking at the unremarkable young man in front of him, dressed simply, the butler in his thirties also felt frustrated.

Lin Zifeng didn’t feel anything in particular, politely nodding at the fellow.

Who knew that the butler would respond with a disdainful look.

Then, smiling from ear to ear, he leaned towards Mu Yang and whispered, "Miss, who’s this bumpkin?"

Bumpkin?

Lin Zifeng was actually feeling quite good, but hearing the butler call him a bumpkin made him upset.

You’re the bumpkin, you are, your whole family is, ever seen a bumpkin this handsome?

"Butler Zhang, how can you talk like that? He’s my friend."

"Er, friend? Miss, since when did you make friends with such a bumpkin?"

Butler Zhang was also somewhat peeved.

"Let’s go, Zifeng."

Mu Yang ignored Butler Zhang’s baffled expression and walked directly to the Lincoln stretch limousine with Lin Zifeng’s arm tucked in hers.

Now, Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but question Mu Yang’s status and identity.

When they first met, Mu Yang merely mentioned casually that her parents were businesspeople, but now even a Lincoln stretch had been pulled out, wouldn’t her status and position far exceed that of Nangong Bing’s?

Most puzzling of all, why would such a young lady run off to Tianyu to be an IT department manager? Could it really be just loneliness, trying to find a...friend to satisfy physical needs?

After getting in the car, Lin Zifeng didn’t ask her about her identity but just calmly took a seat, enjoying the tranquility and luxury inside the vehicle.

Mu Yang picked up a glass of red wine that had been prepared in advance and handed him a bottle.

Smiling, she said, "How about it? Impressive enough?"

"Yes, quite impressive," Lin Zifeng responded expressionlessly with a nod.

"Are you starting to doubt my identity now?" At that moment, Mu Yang too understood what Lin Zifeng was thinking.

"Yes." Lin Zifeng nodded seriously.

"Giggle, little man."

Mu Yang laughed cheerfully, feeling very pleased to see the expression of the young man in front of her.

"When you get to my house, I’ll tell you about it. Come on, drink this glass with sister first."

Lin Zifeng didn’t say anything, instead he stared at her for a while, then downed the wine in his hand in one go, without any finesse.

Others sipped red wine bit by bit, enjoying it slowly, but not him. He drank it like it was plain water.

Considering that the bottle of red wine must have been worth at least tens of thousands, if he knew each sip was worth hundreds, he probably wouldn’t have downed it in one gulp.

After finishing their drinks, the two became somewhat silent, neither speaking.

Both harboring their own thoughts, they silently considered different matters.

After a while, Mu Yang turned back to him with a smile and asked, "Do you like me?"