Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 122 - 122 122 The restaurant is open now

122: 122: The restaurant is open now 122: 122: The restaurant is open now Tang Feng waved his hand, and the private room door locked itself.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense to ensure there was no surveillance, he lifted Cheng Rong onto his lap.

His hand then reached inside her top, through the collar.

Cheng Rong’s body trembled; she knew she was about to capitulate at this moment.

Seeing her expression, Tang Feng could no longer hold back.

He gently lifted Cheng Rong’s body, and the next moment he heard her enchanting voice rise.

After a while, the sounds died down, the alcohol faded, and Cheng Rong was resting quietly against Tang Feng’s body, still catching her breath.

She could hardly believe the feeling she had just experienced.

She had never felt it since getting married—the forbidden, the excitement, the madness had deeply shaken her soul.

Thinking of how she had acted just now, she felt like she had become a different person.

Looking at Tang Feng before her, she inwardly muttered, “Little nemesis.”

What she had upheld for over a decade had been shattered tonight, but she had discovered another type of pleasure.

Perhaps this was the first and last time.

“Sister Rong, I really want to hold you like this until we’re old,” he, who had not tasted such pleasure for many days, was a bit reluctant to let go.

“Stop it, haven’t you bullied me enough?” Cheng Rong tried to get up but had no strength left.

Despite Tang Feng’s not-so-bulky physique, she had not expected him to be as robust as an ox in battle, nearly plowing her into ruin.

The taste of it was enough for her to savor for a lifetime.

“Sister Rong, you can’t blame me.

If you must, blame your enchanting self.

Now, what am I to do?

Having tasted such a delicacy, I’ll long for it every day,” he said.

“What do you want?” Cheng Rong’s breathing involuntarily quickened again.

“Of course, I hope the principal would treat me this way every day,” Tang Feng’s hand moved restlessly.

“No, just this once.

We can’t be like this,” Cheng Rong was about to nod in agreement, but she couldn’t, for Tang Feng had a promising future, too great to be hindered by her.

“That’s not up to you.

Who asked you to seduce me?

Don’t worry, Sister Rong, even if you crave it, it’ll have to be next term,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

Cheng Rong lowered her head, indicating her stance.

Could she resist?

Probably not.

With just one encounter, Tang Feng had left a deep mark in her heart, something she hadn’t anticipated before inviting him for the meal.

Cheng Rong didn’t know how she got home.

She knew her fate was no longer under her control.

She spent the night awake, her mind full of images of Tang Feng tossing and turning her, the tumultuous undulations, the phoenix-like delight still vivid before her eyes.

She didn’t know whether Tang Feng could help her, but she didn’t regret anything she had done that night.

Tang Feng also couldn’t sleep; the night’s events were too bizarre, and he had become too shameless.

How could he take advantage of someone in such a state?

However, the taste of the beautiful woman was indeed something to remember.

Cheng Rong had mentioned a favor he would certainly have to grant because the education sector was precisely under the control of Lin Yunqiu.

Suggesting a middle school principal was a trifle, since Cheng Rong herself was entirely qualified for the position.

The next day, around nine in the morning, Zou Mei’s call came through.

Her restaurant was opening and Tang Feng had not checked in on the mother and daughter for some days, which made him feel somewhat embarrassed.

After eating breakfast outside the school gate, he went to the florist and ordered eighty-eight flower baskets, delighting the florist.

However, upon hearing they were needed that very morning, the florist’s face fell.

Then, Tang Feng threw out ten times the money, and the florist’s eyes crinkled into a smile, almost bursting his chest with his enthusiastic promise to deliver on time.

Soon after, the florist called in a lot of help and gathered flowers and plants from elsewhere.

Many hands make light work, and in just over an hour, all eighty-eight flower baskets were ready.

Tang Feng swiped his card, and the old man nodded and bowed as he respectfully saw him out of the flower shop, quickly loading the flower baskets onto the vehicle and delivering them to the store.

Downstairs in the apartment complex, Zou Mei was dressed very formally today, wearing a white blouse and blue skirt, showing off her graceful and voluptuous figure.

She had only ordered eight flower baskets herself, and seeing this, Tang Feng could only helplessly shake his head.

In business, one should save where they can, but never be stingy when it’s time to be generous.

Moreover, a grand opening required people to support the facade.

So he made a phone call to Lin Yunqiu, who should know what to do, and to prevent any disturbance, he had the Charming Spirit Sect send people to guard the place.

Soon, several Hall Masters all showed up, delivering large red envelopes to Zou Mei’s hands.

They kept calling her “sister-in-law”, leaving Zou Mei quite flustered.

She dared not accept the title, but she took the red envelopes since it was a happy occasion, and she didn’t want to dampen anyone’s spirits.

Plus, she knew these people were all Tang Feng’s men.

After all, the house, shop, car, and even the person herself belonged to Tang Feng; naturally, she wouldn’t avoid these connections.

In front of Lin Xuexian, she would restrain herself, hiding her affection for Tang Feng no matter how much she loved him.

When she saw Tang Feng, Zou Mei felt an even greater distance between them, a pure reaction; the “little man” exuded a remarkably refined quality that put an unprecedented pressure on her.

Not just her, even the Hall Masters didn’t dare to raise their heads for a glance, indicative of the powerful aura he emitted.

Before long, the flowers arrived, filling up the exterior, and then a hundred-foot-long string of firecrackers was lit, circling more than a dozen times, crackling away for five or six minutes.

Zou Mei was incredibly moved, feeling too embarrassed to even bring out the small firecrackers she had purchased.

To drum up business, the more bustling the better; it would pique people’s curiosity, and only this way could attract customers, and with customers, comes business.

Then, Tang Feng had someone hang a dozen banners above the shop, filled with well-wishes from various companies, even official congratulations, making a huge stir inevitable.

Zou Mei was somewhat nervous.

She had only intended to start a small venture.

Even though the store, spanning thousands of square feet, was elegantly decorated, she still felt anxious.

When Lin Yunqiu and a group of officials gradually arrived, Zou Mei was almost numb with shock.

Lin Xuexian was so stunned she couldn’t speak.

The mother and daughter had underestimated Tang Feng’s energy.

Tang Feng also called Mu Qingwan and others over, Teacher He Menglin, Aunt Qing Lan, and even had Teacher Han Jing bring Qi Bing along.

In essence, he had gathered almost all acquaintances; for a moment, the restaurant was filled with beautiful women, leaving the men inside dumbfounded.

Of course, Tang Feng was no different, still fantasizing about all these beauties falling into his embrace.

However, this was impractical.

Not every woman could like him; good feelings don’t equate to love, but it was clear to anyone with eyes that Mu Qingwan, and Aunt Murong Qinglan had love for him.

However, what they were thinking now was what exactly was the relationship between Tang Feng and the beautiful mother and daughter outside greeting guests.

Surely, it wasn’t simply that they were schoolmates with his daughter.

Perhaps even Tang Feng himself wouldn’t believe that.

Zou Mei hadn’t expected the opening to be such a hit.

Although everyone was there to show support, she knew how much wealth these people could bring her, so she personally went to toast at each table, not missing a single one.

She exuded the image of a powerful businesswoman.

Tang Feng sat next to Mu Qingwan, Auntie on his left, Qing Wan on his right, and a row of top beauties opposite him, a fortune that could evoke both envy and jealousy.

Suddenly, Tang Feng felt a pain in both his arms, at the exact same spots, mystifying him as he looked at Auntie and Qing Wan, his face innocent.

“Hmph!

Always flirting around, this is just a small lesson.

Next time, I’ll do just this so you don’t go around causing trouble for others,” Murong Qinglan said indignantly.