Chapter 21: Reaping What One Sows

The two had just returned from outside, and Su Qingxue, having worked up a sweat, went to take a shower. Now, her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her stunning beauty leaving a deep impression on Lin Feng, stirring his boundless imagination.

Lin Feng was so entranced that he was left speechless. He had never seen a woman so radiant and captivating!

"Lin Feng, what's wrong?" Su Qingxue waved her hand in front of his eyes, curiosity in her voice.

"I—I'm fine. That call just now was from the Su family. You don't need to worry about it," Lin Feng snapped out of his daze, trying to sound composed.

"What? The Su family?"

Su Qingxue looked surprised. She picked up her phone and glanced at the screen, her delicate brows knitting in confusion. "It's my mother calling? Why would she suddenly call so many times? Wasn't she still angry with me just now?"

"It must be that Su Shifeng was turned away by Liran Group. They have no other choice but to ask you to come back and take charge again," Lin Feng continued calmly.

"Really? Then why did you hang up? Weren't we just waiting for them to ask us back?" Su Qingxue blinked her beautiful eyes in astonishment, her tone full of confusion.

"No rush. They're the ones who are anxious now. I want them to experience firsthand how helpless the Su family is without you."

Lin Feng smiled serenely, looking at Su Qingxue with gentle affection. "Once they’re completely desperate, they’ll figure out a way to reach you again."

He could no longer bear to see Su Qingxue bullied by her family; this time, he was determined to help her secure her place in the Su household once and for all.

Just then, Su Qingxue’s phone rang again.

This time, Lin Feng didn’t hang up. Instead, he took her phone and answered it himself. "Hello, who is this?"

"Lin Feng? Where’s Qingxue?" came the stern voice of a middle-aged woman from the other end.

"She’s not available right now. What do you want?" Lin Feng glanced at Su Qingxue beside him, his tone steady as he addressed Liu Farong.

"Lin Feng, let me tell you, don’t think that you can just take Qingxue away and I won’t be able to find you. You’d better bring her back yourself, or else the Su family will—" Beep, beep, beep!

Before Liu Farong could finish, Lin Feng hung up on her.

Liu Farong’s face turned ashen with despair on the spot!

She turned back to complain to Old Madam Su, but unexpectedly, the old lady’s face was flushed with rage. She slammed her cane repeatedly, scolding her, "How can you be so foolish? I told you to invite Su Qingxue back, not to command her!"

"Call again!"

"I understand, Mother, please don’t be angry."

Liu Farong, thoroughly flustered, hurriedly picked up the phone to call Su Qingxue again.

After three or four consecutive calls, Lin Feng answered once more, his voice tinged with irritation. "Hello, what now? If you want Qingxue to return, you can forget about it."

"Lin Feng, wait!"

Helpless, Liu Farong changed her approach, trying her best to speak kindly to Lin Feng. "My attitude was wrong just now, I apologize. I truly want Qingxue to come back. Could you please let her take the call?"

"I don't see your sincerity. If you want her to return, show some real goodwill."

"I do, I absolutely do."

Terrified that Lin Feng might hang up again, Liu Farong hurriedly promised, "I’ll have Su Shifeng bring the contract and personally invite Qingxue. We hope she’ll come back and continue managing the company."

"You’re giving up the contract?" Lin Feng asked coldly, feigning indifference.

"Yes, we’re willing to hand over the contract, let Qingxue negotiate with Liran Group, and put her in charge of the project. Lin Feng, does that—"

"Fine. I’ll send you the location. You can have Su Shifeng come over. But I have one condition: he must prepare ten grand sedan chairs and come with great fanfare to invite Qingxue back. Otherwise, there’s nothing more to discuss."

With that, Lin Feng hung up.

Su Qingxue looked at him curiously. "Lin Feng, why do you want Su Shifeng to bring sedan chairs? I’ve never ridden in one before, and I’m a bit nervous…"

"Don’t worry, I’ll be with you," Lin Feng said affectionately.

Su Qingxue’s heart thudded wildly in her chest once again.

She felt as if her heart was about to be completely conquered by Lin Feng.

Boom boom clang, boom boom clang…

A little over half an hour later, the sound of firecrackers and drums erupted in front of Lin Feng's house, filling the air with excitement.

Lin Feng got up and went to the window. Looking down, he saw a dozen Mercedes sedans neatly lined up on both sides of the road. In the center, ten luxurious sedan chairs were carried by nearly a hundred people. Ahead of the procession, a band played gongs and drums, creating a grand spectacle.

Su Shifeng stood at the forefront, directing the crowd. His arms and legs were wrapped in white bandages, his head similarly swathed—he looked just like a mummy.

"Well, at least he knows what’s good for him," Lin Feng observed, nodding with satisfaction. He turned back to Su Qingxue. "Qingxue, he’s here. Let’s go down."

"Alright," she replied softly.

Su Qingxue nodded gently, following Lin Feng out the door.

The moment they stepped outside, Su Qingxue was stunned by the grand spectacle before her.

She had never experienced such honor and respect before; she’d always believed she’d only see this kind of scene on her wedding day.

She never expected Lin Feng would fulfill this wish for her ahead of time.

Crowds had gathered to watch the commotion, all eyes curious about what was to come.

Seeing the two emerge, Su Shifeng hurried over with a forced smile and addressed Lin Feng, "Brother Lin, is everything arranged to your satisfaction? At Grandmother’s command, I have come to welcome Qingxue home."

"Good. Since you’ve performed so well, I’ll forgive you this once. But I must say, Young Master Su, your getup is truly eye-catching," Lin Feng mocked him deliberately. Though Su Shifeng kept a smile plastered on his face, inwardly he seethed with hatred, longing to kill Lin Feng on the spot.

If not for Lin Feng and Su Qingxue’s scheming, he would never have ended up like this!

Just as he prepared to escort Su Qingxue to the sedan chair, Lin Feng suddenly said, "By the way, one of the porters over there looks tired. Why don’t you take his place and personally carry the sedan for Qingxue?"

"What did you say?"

Su Shifeng couldn’t contain himself and shouted at Lin Feng in anger.

"What’s wrong, Young Master Su? Not willing? It seems the Su family’s sincerity is only skin-deep. You might as well turn around and go back," Lin Feng replied with disdain, turning as if to lead Su Qingxue back inside.

As soon as they turned, Su Shifeng’s heart lurched. He rushed after them, forcing a smile. "Brother Lin, that’s not what I meant. I’m willing, I’ll carry her right away."

"Is that so? That’s more like it," Lin Feng said, seeing Su Shifeng’s obsequiousness and deciding to give him another chance.

He led Su Qingxue to the grand sedan. After helping her inside, he too took a seat, looking out at Su Shifeng with a smile. "Young Master Su, thank you for your trouble."

"It’s nothing, not at all," Su Shifeng replied, beads of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He had never imagined he would have to carry not just one, but two people.

As the eldest son of the Su family, he had never suffered such humiliation. Inwardly, he vowed to make Lin Feng pay tenfold for this disgrace!

As he gritted his teeth, enduring the pain in his body, and lifted the sedan chair, the entire crowd erupted in laughter.