Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 245 Private Meeting

Chapter 245: Chapter 245 Private Meeting

"Bet?"

Jiang Linda looked at Li Feng in astonishment, "What do you want to bet with me?"

Li Feng, with the corner of his mouth pursed, looked at Jiang Linda. "I bet that Chen Muyang won’t become the chairman of Century Group."

Jiang Linda looked at Li Feng, "Are you so sure?"

Jiang Linda didn’t know where Li Feng got his confidence from; in her opinion, Chen Muyang inheriting the Century Group was almost without any mishap, as Chen Muyang was the only son of Chen Qinian, the chairman of the Century Group.

Furthermore, Century Group was founded single-handedly by Chen Qinian, who held the absolute corporate shares and his position was unshakeable.

"Just say whether you want to bet or not." Li Feng squinted at Jiang Linda.

"What do you want to bet?"

"If I’m right, then you dance for me." Li Feng stubbornly made the dance request, and Jiang Linda, biting her teeth and clenching her fists, glanced at Li Feng.

"Alright, but what if you’re wrong?"

"As long as it’s not murder or arson, you can ask for anything— even if you want me to dance, I’ll oblige."

"Fine, I’m looking forward to you dancing for me."

Even a clay Buddha has some anger, and Li Feng, the bastard, was intentionally bringing up the dance matter, Jiang Linda fumed internally.

Hmm, just wait.

When the time comes, I’ll record your dance and see if you still strut.

Saying this, Li Feng took out his cellphone and glanced at a text message from an unknown number.

"I want to meet you."

The message was brief and had it not been for the prior calls from this unknown number, Li Feng might have thought it was a spam message.

"Location."

As soon as Li Feng sent it, an address was almost instantaneously replied—it seemed the sender had already prepared the message by the time Li Feng responded.

Li Feng pocketed his phone and directly walked to the roadside and hailed a cab.

"Aren’t you getting in?"

Jiang Linda saw Li Feng hadn’t gotten in the car and couldn’t help but ask.

"Uh, I’m not going back yet, tell the president when you get back to the office that I’ve got something to handle."

"Driver, let’s go."

Li Feng closed the car door, said a word to the driver, watched the taxi leave, and again hailed another cab.

Jinjiang Inn.

Li Feng arrived at a hotel not far from the hospital, mulling over what Han Xue was up to, actually asking him to meet in a hotel room.

Taking the elevator up, Li Feng stopped in front of room 1901 and rang the doorbell.

It didn’t take long before the door was opened.

"Come in."

Li Feng saw the open door, with Han Xue wearing a bathrobe, her hair still damp, as if she had just taken a shower.

Li Feng glimpsed Han Xue’s graceful figure, took a deep breath as if stepping into the Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave, followed into the room and casually closed the door.

Walking into the living room, Han Xue turned to sit on the sofa and lit a lady’s cigarette, awkwardly taking a drag.

Cough cough.

Li Feng followed into the living room, his gaze falling on Han Xue, who seemed to have also noticed Li Feng’s attention.

"Sit."

Li Feng directly sat on an armchair beside, looking at Han Xue, "Lady Chen, it seems we’ve just met, did you change your mind that quickly?"

Han Xue glanced up at Li Feng.

"Yes, I’ve changed my mind. You say you can cure the old man, but how sure are you?" Han Xue was direct and got straight to the point.

Li Feng looked at Han Xue, a distinct swollen redness on her cheek clearly from a slap mark.

Han Xue was Chen Qinian’s wife. The only one bold enough to hit her that Li Feng could think of was Chen Muyang, the erratic patient. It seemed Chen Muyang did not regard his young wife Han Xue at all.

Li Feng sat back on the sofa and squinted, saying, "I can cure him, but if you ask me how sure I am, sorry, without a proper diagnosis, I cannot be certain."

"Did Chen Muyang hit you?"

Li Feng suddenly changed the subject, catching Han Xue off guard. She subconsciously touched her cheek and covered half of her face with her hair.

When she looked up at Li Feng again, her expression had cooled.

"Can I trust you?"

Han Xue abruptly spoke, and Li Feng hmm-ed, "Whether or not you trust me is up to you. You’re asking me, so how should I answer you?"

"Then do you think I’m beautiful?"

Han Xue seemed to ask a question unrelated to the main topic. Li Feng was momentarily stunned, sensing an ominous premonition.

"Madam is certainly beautiful, very beautiful."

After hearing what Li Feng said, Han Xue stood up from the sofa and stepped towards him. "Am I really beautiful? Compared to your female colleague, how do I fare?"

Li Feng sat calmly on the sofa, narrowing his eyes. Han Xue was certainly not trying to seduce him now, was she?

"There are charms unique to each."

"I’ve looked into your company, just a small public relations firm. I wonder where you got the courage to meddle in the dispute between Century Group and Clover."

"But since you hit Chen Muyang, you’ve already been dragged in, you’ve no way out now."

Han Xue was not just a trophy wife; otherwise, she wouldn’t have reached this position today.

Li Feng looked at Han Xue. "Lady Chen, it seems unnecessary for you to remind me of that, as I already understand."

"I just don’t understand, Lady Chen. Are you trying to seduce me now?"

Han Xue slightly curled her lips, reaching out to lift Li Feng’s chin, "That depends if you have the courage."

"Would you dare?"

This was the most blatant provocation Li Feng had ever witnessed.

Li Feng looked at the nearby Lady Chen, who seemed just a willingness away from being carried into the bedroom, or even just a push away from being toppled.

Li Feng lifted the corner of his mouth and removed Han Xue’s hand.

"What, you think I despise you for being old?"

Han Xue looked disapprovingly at Li Feng.

Li Feng met Han Xue’s gaze, slightly smiling. "Lady Chen, I know you don’t have much leverage, so you think to entrap me with beauty. It’s really not necessary."

"We are actually already friends, the intimate kind."

Li Feng was not clouded by lust; it wasn’t that Han Xue was old. This woman wasn’t even forty yet, was extremely well-maintained, and could rival the skin of women in their twenties.

Han Xue’s eyes coldly fixed on Li Feng, "Hah, how do you expect me to trust you?"

Without another word, Li Feng pulled out his phone, clicked on a video, and showed it to Han Xue. "Before you came to me, Lady Chen, I had just left the company of Young Master Chen, who even graciously invited me to dance."

Han Xue didn’t look at the phone, only heard Li Feng’s words, and straightened up.

"Have you already sided with Chen Muyang?"

Han Xue bit her lip and stared at Li Feng. "What offer did he make you?"

"Forget it."

"You get out, get out right now," Han Xue collapsed back onto the sofa, clearly in despair.