Chapter 362: Chapter 358: 358

How could Director Luo pinpoint Feng Jun’s issue? He was merely borrowing the Yu Family’s “tiger skin.”

Anyway, with the “tiger skin” on his back, he was fearless, so he sneered, “You know what the problem is.”

Feng Jun fell silent and then took out a cigarette to light up, “Actually… I know you’re taking the thunder for someone else.”

Director Luo said nothing, and Yu Qingzhu stayed quiet as well, both deep in their thoughts.

Just then, a young greeter came over and spoke softly, “Brother… I’m sorry, but you can’t smoke in the hall.”

“Brother will leave soon,” Feng Jun smiled at her and then glanced at Director Luo, his face cold, “Have you thought it over?”

Director Luo looked at him, his eyes flickered, “Thought over what?”

“Thought over the price of being a scapegoat,” Feng Jun smiled, stood up, “It might be more than you can afford.”

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked away, with the young greeter closely following.

Watching him leave, Director Luo forced a smile toward Yu Qingzhu, “This guy really is… a bit unreasonable. How do you know him, Little Yu?”

Yu Qingzhu answered with an expressionless face, “At least he knows his account balance well, knowing how much money he has.”

The way she said that… Director Luo had no idea how to respond and could only sigh inwardly, indeed she was from a notable family.

Just then, the femme fatale snorted coldly.

Director Luo and Yu Qingzhu followed her gaze, only to see Feng Jun and the young greeter talking softly as they walked away, their actions quite intimate.

In the eyes of the femme fatale, there was clear disdain, “Having some money, and still so undiscerning with his tastes… tsk, what kind of taste is that?”

Yu Qingzhu looked at her skeptically, “Sister Jing Ping, why do I feel your way of thinking is rather peculiar?”

“Handsome guys, well,” the femme fatale smiled indifferently, “Having money is nothing special, but being handsome and rich, and a bit rough around the edges, that’s what I like. It’s just too bad, really poor taste.”

Actually, the greeter wasn’t inferior to her at all, and even had an added youthful air, but her occupation made her look down on the greeter.

“Sister Jing Ping,” Yu Qingzhu looked at her with annoyance, “We’re discussing serious matters, understand?”

In fact, in her heart, she agreed with Sister Jing Ping’s words: But just think of Xia Xiaoyu to know, this guy is no good match.

However, they were not misunderstanding Feng Jun, this guy indeed was flirting.

Strictly speaking, it was the girl who was flirting with him; while following him outside, she whispered a complaint, “Great Detective, I’ve helped you, and now my boss is going to scold me… for leaking guest privacy.”

Even though Feng Jun was not in the best mood, he couldn’t help but look at her with an amused smile, “Oh? Should I compensate you for this?”

It’s certainly wrong for a waitress to leak guest information, but with Director Luo’s sitting position, was there really a need to leak anything?

So, in reality, this little greeter was truly flirting with him.

Quite straightforwardly, she smiled and said, “Then treat me to a meal.”

These two strangers had only spoken a few words and were already planning to have a meal together — isn’t this just the era of appearances?

But Feng Jun was indeed teasing her, smiling and asking, “Have a meal? Of course, but do you mean lunch or dinner?”

The content and manner of their little talk aside, their expressions and movements pretty much confirmed they were “indecent,” not giving him an unwarranted reputation.

In the midst of talking, they reached the coffee shop’s door, and the young greeter batted her eyelashes, “Then… how about lunch?”

This was a clear play of hard to get. Feng Jun thought for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, but not possible today.”

He could invite her to dinner, she definitely wouldn’t refuse, but he really wasn’t in the mood today; the unyielding Director Luo required him to come up with a solution quickly.

So his plan was at most to leave a WeChat or something; maybe he’ll contact her when he remembers one day.

The young greeter gave him a look, slightly resenting inside; it was already afternoon, wouldn’t dinner work? “Then… how about tomorrow noon?”

Girl, how long have you been free? Feng Jun smiled apologetically, “This… I have quite a lot on my plate, I really can’t make promises. Let’s get in touch when it comes time.”

The young greeter was genuinely attracted to what she saw in him, seeing that he wasn’t taking the initiative to ask for her number or WeChat, she could tell he had high standards and might not be into her — tomorrow’s lunch might forever remain “tomorrow.”

She could have asked for his number proactively, but seeing his smiling appearance made her somewhat hesitant; would he look down on her? She was caught between hopes and fears.

A moment of contemplation later, she spoke softly, “Are you here to cause trouble for Director Luo?”

“Huh?” Feng Jun looked at her in surprise. “You actually know him?”

“He’s a regular customer,” the greeter replied with a smile. “He works at the City Commercial Bank. I do know a bit about him.”

Feng Jun gave her a serious look, then smiled and nodded, “Alright, since you can save me some time on my investigation, I don’t have to eat dinner in the car… Are you free tonight?”

He didn’t want her to think he was overly opportunistic, only inviting people who were useful to him out to eat, so he had to provide a reason for the change. It was also a form of respect for the young lady.

And what he said wasn’t just lip service. She really could save him time, and even affect his mood.

“This… for dinner,” the greeter drew out her words, paused, then slyly smiled, “Okay, since you’re so handsome, I’ll give you face, but I need to get back to the dorm early.”

If you said you needed to get home early, I might believe you! Feng Jun smiled. “You’re still a student?”

“No,” the greeter answered nonchalantly, “employee dormitory.”

Employee dormitory, then there’s even less reason to hurry back, Feng Jun knew well, but now wasn’t the right time to speak of this, not only to avoid embarrassing her but also to not appear too eager—it was all about timing. “Can you give me your number?”

The girl’s face reddened slightly but she nonchalantly rattled off her number, her voice trembling a bit.

It seems you’re really looking forward to this dinner! Feng Jun smiled, greeted her, and left.

Since the girl was looking forward to it, he couldn’t disappoint her. So at 6:30 pm, he drove his Phaeton to Century Mansion.

Bund Coffee House was open until two in the morning. The greeter worked the afternoon shift and got off work at seven, but she slipped out ten minutes early and even dressed up a bit, wearing light makeup.

A young girl, light makeup suits her well, exuding youthful vitality.

Feng Jun had booked a table at a seafood street restaurant, which had a bit of a food stall vibe but offered live seafood, cooked to order. It was more expensive than regular restaurants and was definitely considered high-end consumption in Zhengyang.

The greeter was thrilled. She loved seafood, but places like this were pricey—just ordering casually could come to over two hundred, three hundred per person—so she normally couldn’t afford to indulge.

Feng Jun was straightforward, telling her to order whatever she liked. The girl didn’t hold back, knowing he drove a decent car, so she picked out the pricier but substantial dishes. “I can eat a lot. You don’t mind, do you?”

“How could I?” Feng Jun smiled and thought to himself, are you planning to sell yourself at a high price tonight?

But it was normal. After all, she hadn’t talked about charges; what’s wrong with ordering a little more food?

The girl was quite earnest. After ordering seafood, she followed him upstairs, picked a table to sit at, and without waiting for him to ask, she began talking about Director Luo.

Most of what Director Luo had done, she knew no more about than Feng Jun, but there was one thing he wasn’t aware of: Director Luo was extremely lecherous, and his wife was fiercely jealous, behaving unreasonably when her jealousy flared up.

What the greeter had witnessed in the coffee house, Director Luo had been alone with at least a dozen women. His wife had once caused a scene, but Luo silenced her with the excuse of discussing business. She demanded subsequent meetings be held in the lobby.

It was because of this she had guessed Feng Jun might be a private detective.

Director Luo’s predilections weren’t widely known at work since he didn’t pursue the young women there, at most making racy jokes. With so many people needing bank services, why would he look close to home?

But the greeter was sure Luo was no good. After visiting a friend in her neighborhood, she shockingly discovered that Luo was keeping a woman in that very complex.

Her friend didn’t have a high opinion of Director Luo either. The couple seemed affectionate, but whenever they ran into her around the complex, they always had something improper to say.

The greeter shared Luo’s true identity out of her love for gossip. With nothing better to do, the two single gals mused over this tidbit as mealtime entertainment—when would his wife discover the mistress he was hiding?

At this point, she looked at him with a playful smile, “So, what do you think, great detective? Was my story worth the meal?”

“Why do I feel like I woke up to the sound of magpies this morning?” Feng Jun laughed joyfully. “Turns out there was good news waiting for me, absolutely worth it. It’s worth ten meals!”

The greeter looked at him teasingly, slightly flirtatious as she asked, “Was there really a magpie? Not a crow?”

“Truly a magpie,” Feng Jun nodded earnestly, “If I were at home, I’d wake up to the sound of crows. There’s a crow’s nest in the yard.”

“A crow’s nest in the yard?” The greeter blinked, “Isn’t your home in the city?”

“Not in the city,” Feng Jun smiled. “I seldom come to the city. Today was special, to look for someone with the last name Luo.”

“It’s nice not being in the city too,” the greeter nodded. Her home wasn’t in the city either, and she seemed relieved to hear him say so, “But… are you going to inform Director Luo’s wife?”

Feng Jun thought for a moment and shook his head, “No plans for that. I was just kidding, I’m not a private detective.”

“Oh,” the greeter nodded, her expression a bit odd, neither excited nor disappointed.

Feng Jun also fell into contemplation, bringing a brief silence to the dinner table. However, the waitstaff quickly broke it, bringing the dishes to the table.