Chapter 589: Qin Jingqiu Divides Feng Shi Real Estate

After coming back from abroad, Duan Ying had several guests visiting the villa, mostly relatives from her family.

Like her parents, elder brother, nephew, cousins, and some other younger cousins and such.

A large crowd filled the living room, creating a noisy and boisterous atmosphere.

Over the years as Mrs. Feng, Duan Ying’s family established several companies, gaining many benefits from the Feng family’s resources across various industries.

Duan Ying’s elder brother, Duan Hong, owns a large agricultural supply company, but recently, the business has been very bleak, with orders decreasing daily.

Duan Hong’s son, Duan Wenzhao, is an elite graduate from a prestigious university.

After graduating, he caught the internet boom and worked on many projects, such as life service platforms and housing websites, earning a lot over the years.

However, in 2009, he invested in a group-buying website, which nearly collapsed, costing him a significant amount of money.

Yet, losing money is a common occurrence in business, and Duan Wenzhao wasn’t discouraged at all.

He is currently planning to catch the wave in the food delivery industry, creating an app called “Meal Point,” and is now expanding in Shanghai, determined to make a big impact.

Duan Ying is quite fond of this nephew, continuously praising her son to learn from his cousin.

Duan Ying’s son, Andy, speaks fluent English right off the bat.

Duan Wenzhao immediately switched to English, fluently conversing with his younger cousin, filling the living room with an elite family vibe.

“By the way, aunt, when is my uncle coming back to the country?”

“On the afternoon of the 15th.”

“The 15th? That’s the day after tomorrow.”

“Correct.”

“That’s too bad. I’m currently in a critical phase of rapid development in my project and can’t leave anyone unattended, so I must return to Shanghai tomorrow. It seems I won’t see my uncle this time.”

“No worries, we won’t be going back anytime soon. You can come when you’re less busy.”

Feng Shihua indeed returned to the country on the afternoon of the 15th. He didn’t even go home but went straight to meet some of the company’s veterans and some uncle-level figures.

These old guys, although retired, still hold considerable sway within the company.

After meeting them, Feng Shihua immediately returned to the office, calling a senior management meeting to understand the current situation of Feng Shi Real Estate and Hurricane Investment.

Feng Shihua, who should have attended the meeting, didn’t show up but sent his secretary to attend on his behalf.

By dusk, Feng Shihua arrived at Sheshan Manor, his face ashen with a strong smell of alcohol.

Duan Ying is very observant, having minored in psychology and furthered her studies abroad; she is quite accurate at reading emotions.

After seeing Feng Shihua’s expression, she knew that his process of taking over the company must not have gone smoothly.

“Did you have a fight with Shihua?”

“No.”

Duan Ying approached with a cup of tea: “Then why are you so angry?”

Feng Shihua took the tea and drank: “Shihua is not really interested in business. The takeover went smoothly, but I didn’t expect Qin Jingqiu would completely sever Qin Real Estate from Feng Shi Real Estate and also cashed out some investments of Hurricane Investment prematurely.”

“I’ve said it before; she’s not simple. Having been in control of the company for so many years, she wouldn’t just sit back when you returned.”

After finishing his tea, Feng Shihua rubbed his temples: “Currently, the Feng family has no profitable ventures, but we still have ample funds, so it’s not a big problem.”

“So what should we do now?”

“I plan to lay off some staff to streamline operations and start a few projects.”

Duan Ying held his arm: “Honey, don’t overwork yourself. You just got back to the country; take it slow.”

Feng Shihua nodded then suddenly remembered something: “Where’s Andy?”

“He’s upstairs playing with his toys. You’ve only been back three days, and Andy has been fussing to see his dad every day.”

“I haven’t seen Andy these past two days, and I’ve been feeling empty. Don’t call him; I’ll go up and surprise him.”

Duan Ying smiled as she watched him climb the stairs, then she poured out the rest of her tea and followed him up.

After a long father-son bonding, Feng Shihua went to the study to review the documents he brought back, spending until sunset before stepping outside for a breath of fresh air.

At that time, under the villa’s corridor light, sat an old man flipping through a novel titled “The Unparalleled Son-in-law Conquers the Sky,” thicker than a dictionary, and that old man was Uncle Gong.

The head of the household was back, and as his driver, Uncle Gong naturally came to report.

He had driven here in the morning but hadn’t seen Feng Shihua until then, so he passed the time by reading a novel.

“Uncle Gong, you’re here.”

“Master, it’s you. Welcome back to the country.”

Feng Shihua glanced at the book in his hand: “Since when did you start enjoying novels?”

Uncle Gong smiled: “The young miss is now boarding at school and seldom needs rides, so I started reading. Didn’t expect to get quite hooked.”

“The Unparalleled Son-in-law? What’s that about?”

Feng Shihua saw these four characters, and his right eyelid twitched involuntarily.

Uncle Gong coughed: “It’s about a nobody young man who marries into a wealthy family, looked down upon but actually he is a prodigy—able to stabilize the world with a pen or dominate the universe on horseback.”

“What’s a ‘nobody young man’?”

“A young man without money, a car, or a house. But he’s just hiding his identity; he’s actually from a background richer than this wealthy family!”

“?”

Feng Shihua’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking to himself, has the popular culture here become so fantastical after so many years abroad?

Uncle Gong observed his expression carefully, then spoke again: “Master, what’s your opinion on ‘The Unparalleled Son-in-law’?”

“Isn’t that all just made up?”

“What if it’s real?”

Feng Shihua frowned deeply, pondering for a while before suddenly speaking: “Uncle Gong, is Nanshu dating someone?”

Uncle Gong instantly sat up straight: “Not at all! The young miss only makes good friends, she never dates.”

“Does she have many friends?”

“Quite a few. The young miss now has many friends, is more cheerful than before, and loves to laugh.”

“That’s good. With her personality, it’s already great that she can make friends.”

Feng Shihua sighed and then looked up: “By the way, Uncle Gong, you don’t need to go back for now. Stay and drive for me. I just returned to the country and have lots of matters to handle and places to visit.”

Uncle Gong nodded: “When will you go see the young miss?”

“I just got back. There’s a lot to handle at the company, can’t get away. I’ll find a chance later.”

“…”

After Feng Shihua finished speaking, he walked back, and Uncle Gong stood up, bowing, watching his back. Then he looked at “The Unparalleled Son-in-law” in his hands, sinking into thought.

He had thought Feng Shihua would ask about Young Master Jiang. He had prepared his words to praise Young Master Jiang highly.

About his upright character, lofty aspirations, elegant taste, and overflowing talent, adding all sorts of praises.

But Uncle Gong didn’t expect that Feng Shihua would not ask.

It seems he probably doesn’t remember the young miss’s first good friend.

Not surprising, since the master is so busy with business and was abroad. His daughter’s friend likely isn’t significant to him.

Just…

Master, Young Master Jiang truly is an unparalleled son-in-law.

Meanwhile, the upright, lofty, elegant, talent-overflowing unparalleled son-in-law had the balcony-door bolted and was humming “Don’t Pick the Wild Flowers by the Roadside” while washing his underwear.

Zhou Chao was about to pee his pants and had knocked on the door to no avail, eventually running to Zhang Guangfa’s dorm to relieve himself.

Just then, Cao Guangyu returned from a romantic outing with Ding Xue, and upon entering, saw the locked balcony and his expression changed immediately: “Old Jiang, washing clothes again?!”

“Yeah, he’s been inside for an hour, not even opening the door for the bathroom.” Zhou Chao was almost in tears.

“An hour? Damn it, my laundry detergent!”

Cao Guangyu dropped his phone and rushed towards the balcony, but just as he approached, the door opened.

Jiang Qin’s hands were wrinkled from water, and the entire balcony was fragrant with the scent of kumquats: “Running so fast? Need to go inside your pants?”

“You’re the one who needs to go inside your pants, Old Jiang. Why do you wash clothes every day?”

“I like to be clean. Is that illegal?”

Cao Guangyu burst onto the balcony and picked up his laundry detergent, shaking it: “Damn, it’s almost gone? Did you drink it?”

Jiang Qin frowned: “Brother, please look carefully. That’s the laundry detergent I bought, not yours. Why are you so upset?”

“?”

Cao Guangyu examined the laundry detergent in his hands for a moment: “Hmm? It actually isn’t mine. Sorry, Old Jiang, I wronged you. I just didn’t expect you to buy your own instead of using mine.”

Jiang Qin patted his shoulder: “No worries, I forgive you. We’re all brothers; just need to talk it out.”

“So where’s my detergent? I’ll take it back. Old Jiang, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but the sun on the balcony is too strong; it’ll spoil if the detergent changes.”

“Yours? I used up yours. I was going to ask you to restock a few days ago, but got busy and forgot. Wouldn’t I buy my own otherwise? Let’s not make this mistake again.”

“Damn it, Old Jiang, I’m going to bite you!”

Jiang Qin quickly stepped back, placing his hand on Cao Guangyu’s head, watching as the young master flailed his fists in the air in a rage but couldn’t get close.

Ren Ziqiang lay on the bed watching for a while, shaking his head: “Brother Cao is too embarrassing. All that ‘Armored Warrior’ watching for nothing. Go for a flying kick!”

Zhou Chao scratched his head: “Flying kick wouldn’t work either. Brother Cao’s biggest problem is his short legs.”

“Old Jiang, it’s not that I’m upset about the laundry detergent. I just don’t understand why you need to wash underwear you bought three days ago like it’s been three years.”

“Because some friendships are destined not to settle.”

“?”

Jiang Qin turned back and sat down, picking up the photo frame on the desk.

Inside was a photo of him and Feng Nanshu, one in front and one behind, very close, as if about to kiss.

Boss Jiang squinted his eyes, pointing at the photo of that cool little face: “This one’s deadly adorable.”