Chapter 338: Chapter 333: The Yin Spirits Linger (Part 2)

Feng Jun returned to Zhengyang on the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month, having spent a full twenty-two days in Dengzhou.

The transaction was already completed, he had paid for the explosives on the spot with gold.

Since he didn’t have enough gold on hand, he deliberately stayed in the mobile phone dimension for a few days, using five generators as collateral to borrow a thousand taels of gold from the Tian Family, with the agreement that it would be returned once the ten thousand taels of gold from the Yongyi Duke’s Princely Heir were received.

Largely because he stayed in Dengzhou for such a long time, accumulating a certain amount of good karma, the entire transaction process went off without a hitch, and when the shipowner woke up one morning to find several hundred tons of goods missing from his ship, he didn’t show any reaction out of the ordinary.

The explanation given by Feng Jun was no different from a blatant lie; he told the shipowner, “I threw all the cargo into the sea.”

The shipowner definitely wouldn’t believe it, not to mention anything else, several hundred tons of goods thrown into the sea overnight, do you have that kind of physical strength?

But what did that have to do with him?

After all, with no cargo on the ship, the shipowner’s risk was minimized, and honestly, he wished this wretch had thrown the goods into the sea.

During these twenty-two days, Zhang Caixin visited Dengzhou. The distance between Dengzhou and Zhengyang isn’t that far, less than a thousand kilometers, just seven or eight hours on the expressway, or even six if you aren’t afraid of speeding.

Feng Jun didn’t see her because he was in a great deal of trouble, and moreover, those who traveled the waterways were not so easily provoked. Sister Hong had clout in Zhengyang, but in Dengzhou, she was not sufficient, and he didn’t want to drag her into trouble.

Feng Jun arrived back in Zhengyang basically by evening and since the matter was finally settled, he made a reservation at the nursing home’s hotel to treat everyone to a meal and drinks on his way back.

After arriving at Peach Blossom Valley, he left Gazi in the villa—We’re out drinking, keep an eye on the place.

In these twenty or so days, Gazi had been very much shocked too. Although he was just helping out with odds and ends, he got a real sense of just how wealthy Feng Jun had become.

Not joining the banquet? No big deal, he had been living it up every day in Dengzhou, changing all his clothes, getting a new mobile phone, and even getting a fresh haircut.

Being able to house-sit for Feng Jun was the greatest trust his childhood friend had placed in him. He’d heard there were quite a few nice things in the house.

He took a shower in the villa to wash off the smell of the sea, and emerged energized, staring blankly at the clothes rack in the yard.

To tell the truth, Lu Xiaoning didn’t like crows, in fact, he didn’t like any birds—except aquatic ones.

Because most birds that fly over land particularly stink.

For instance, people say that having swallows nest in your home means family prosperity, but Lu Xiaoning would never allow swallows to nest in his house—that’s just too smelly.

He didn’t understand why Feng would want such a thing in his yard, but it didn’t matter. Since Elder Feng wanted it, he supported it.

The daylight was already long now, at half-past six, and it wasn’t fully dark yet. Everyone had left the villa, leaving him alone, staring blankly at the crow’s nest.

The crow had returned to the nest too but wasn’t resting inside it, instead, it stood there, tilting its head to look at him.

A gust of wind blew by, and Gazi felt a chill. Zhengyang was several hundred kilometers north of Chaoyang, indeed the spring cold was biting.

As he and the bird were locked in a staring contest, the doorbell rang.

Lu Xiaoning looked up to see a very beautiful girl pressing the doorbell.

He swore he had never seen such a beautiful girl before. Yao Jing, Er Pang’s secret crush—already considered the beauty of Chaoyang, also known as the “Fairy,” and currently an anchor for the county television station, was rumored to be moving to the city station soon.

But this Fairy paled in comparison to this girl.

The key was the girl’s air… truly aloof and proud, like a fairy from the heavens.

Lu Xiaoning paused before speaking up, “Who are you looking for?”

Because he was a bit rushed, his pronunciation carried a Chaoyang accent, sounding a bit like “Are you looking for trouble?”

The girl hesitated before inquiring, “Does Feng Jun… Master Feng, live here?”

Lu Xiaoning nodded, “Ah, yes… but he’s not in.”

“You better open the door,” the girl spoke evenly, her tone leaving no room for refusal, “It’s not polite to keep a guest waiting outside the door.”

Lu Xiaoning saw the reason in her words but flatly refused, “Whether you count as a guest, I’m not too clear on, I think it’s best you first give Feng Jun a call.”

The girl looked him up and down, asking coldly, “Are you ordering me around? Who do you think you are?”

However, before Gazi could respond, she offered a slight smile, “I understand now, you’re Gazi… right?”

Lu Xiaoning’s mind went blank for a moment, staring blankly for a while before he murmured lowly, “Have I become… that famous?”

“Alright, I know you’re Master Feng’s childhood friend,” the girl revealed a slight smile, “Let’s get acquainted, my name is Zhou Xiaotong, you’ll soon be familiar with my presence… Now open the door.”

Lu Xiaoning paused again, “I thought you were Zhang Caixin… sorry, you should still give President Feng a call.”

During those days in Dengzhou, he and Feng Jun talked about everything, so he knew that Feng Jun was smitten with a beauty named Zhang Caixin, even to the point where it gnawed at him persistently.

His voice was low, but Zhou Xiaotong heard him, and she froze abruptly, “What did you just say… Zhang what Xin?”

“I mistook you for someone else,” Lu Xiaoning had already snapped out of his earlier amazement.

Now that he had regained his senses, he wouldn’t take this girl too seriously anymore, “Your height is not right… make the call yourself.”

Your height is not right? Zhou Xiaotong felt like she was about to explode. She was exceedingly confident in her appearance, firmly believing that even without relying on her family background, she could still attract a host of elites to be her admirers.

The only thing she wasn’t quite satisfied with was her height, at a mere 161.5 cm. There was nothing she could do; the current societal trend equated beauty with height, and it was a measurable standard that couldn’t be brushed off with her simply declaring herself tall.

However, the more angry she felt, the more expressionless her face became, instead lifting her chin in pride and speaking assertively, “Have you ever thought about why I would know your name?”

It was then that Lu Xiaoning finally came back to his senses and couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

“I have no interest in telling you,” Zhou Xiaotong answered straightforwardly, “unless you tell me who you were talking about just now.”

“Sorry, I can’t tell you that,” Lu Xiaoning really wanted to tell her the truth. In his twenty-something years of life, his encounters with beautiful women were pathetically few, but he understood very well that Feng Jun’s matters were the priority.

So he spoke rather helplessly, “Can you please not make it difficult for me? Just contact President Feng directly.”

Zhou Xiaotong glanced at him, pondered for a moment, and then asked, “Where is Feng Jun right now?”

Lu Xiaoning pursed his lips tightly and shook his head firmly.

Zhou Xiaotong was somewhat helpless, so she took out her mobile phone and began to dial. Her original plan was to catch Feng Jun by surprise at his home, but now that she was exposed, there was no point in pretending to be mysterious.

Feng Jun had just finished ordering dishes and was getting an update on the situation in Zhengyang, when an unknown call came in from a Beijing number. After a thought, he answered, “Who is this?”

“Good day, Master Feng,” came a light laugh from the other end of the line, “Can you guess who I am?”

“That Beijing twang is so strong I can smell it from eight hundred miles away,” Feng Jun replied indifferently, “Who gave you my number?”

He didn’t have much of a recollection of Zhou Xiaotong’s voice, but the accent with its prominent ‘r’ sounds was instantly recognizable.

“Do I need someone to give it to me?” Zhou Xiaotong spoke languidly, “Just look it up with the mobile company.”

Feng Jun gave a nonchalant “Oh,” and since it wasn’t a leak by someone else, he didn’t dwell on it, “What’s the matter?”

Zhou Xiaotong’s voice remained unhurried, “I’m in Zhengyang, right at your doorstep. Gazi won’t let me in. Where are you?”

You actually know about Gazi? Feng Jun’s brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly realized—Gazi must have told her himself, right?

Thinking he had found the answer, he casually responded, “I’m out for dinner and won’t be back until late. Find a place to stay, and we can talk tomorrow about whatever you need.”

But Zhou Xiaotong didn’t agree, “Where are you having dinner? I’ll come to you… Damn it, did you just hang up on me again?”

Feng Jun set down his phone, unwilling to indulge someone else’s antics, “Where were we?”

Before anyone could speak, his phone rang again—it was Zhou Xiaotong.

He hit “Reject” and then directly added the number to the blacklist—what a nuisance!

The meal went on until late, almost ten o’clock, when the four of them staggered back home.

Just as they reached the villa’s gate, two bright headlights switched on nearby, and someone spoke with gritted teeth, “Feng Jun!”

“Don’t bother me,” Feng Jun dismissed with a wave of his hand, slurring slightly, “That’s enough for today, we can talk about anything tomorrow.”

Wang Haifeng also glanced in the direction of the headlights, speaking discontentedly, “I’m warning you, don’t shine lights at people. Show some class!”

About a second later, the headlights turned off, and Zhou Xiaotong’s voice rose again, “Then, tomorrow morning at 8:30?”

“Up to you,” Feng Jun answered nonchalantly. He had dealt with this woman before and knew there was no need to be courteous, “Even if you sleep in your car, it’s your own business.”

“Forget it, I might as well go to a club and get a SPA treatment,” Zhou Xiaotong responded lazily, “It’s been exhausting traveling all the way from Dengzhou today.”

If it were anyone else, the mention of “Dengzhou” would compel them to inquire further, but Feng Jun knew this woman all too well. Engaging with her was like attracting a sticky bur, and even someone with old-money heritage like Yuan Huapeng preferred to keep his distance.

So he entered the villa directly, no longer paying any attention to the car.

“He truly is the destined male lead,” a soft sigh came from the car, followed by the headlights turning on and the car slowly moving away.