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A boy who has never suffered a significant loss is always prone to being overly bold. After getting into the car, Lu Ren deliberately slammed on the gas, speeding right up to Shen Jingyu, almost brushing past him. He thought his flashy driving skills would intimidate Shen Jingyu, but the latter remained completely unfazed, his expression unchanged. In fact, through the windshield, his gaze was so piercing that it made Lu Ren's heart race for a moment.
Su Xing shot a fierce glare at the back of the car. "Are you okay, A Yu?" she asked, her tone betraying her anxiety. She scrutinized Shen Jingyu's coat, which had just been grazed by Lu Ren's vehicle.
Shen Jingyu relished her concern and couldn't help but tease, "So you care about me now? Call me A Yu when you're worried."
"Why didn't you dodge? Are you out of your mind?" Su Xing couldn't help but scold him.
In that moment, as he rushed toward her, Shen Jingyu simply held Su Xing's hand tightly and pulled her slightly behind him, showing no inclination to evade himself. "That guy doesn't have the guts to hit someone. Besides, with you here—my lucky goddess guarding me—I’m sure I’ll be safe. And seeing how much you care about me in this moment… why not take advantage of it?"
Goodness! In just those brief two or three seconds, he could come up with so much. How many twists and turns were there in his mind?
Su Xing felt a sense of helplessness that left her unable to argue back. Let him put on this show for her; she had just sent off one peculiar character when her phone buzzed.
At a quarter past nine, a message from Ms. He Xiaoqing arrived right on time: "Daughter, you didn’t like the one at the door, did you? Don’t be disheartened! Go inside the club and mention my name to Lou Yajian; I’ve already made arrangements!"
Su Xing thought about her mother’s resources—truly a rich reserve of talent. Since retiring nearly a year ago, her mother had been busy every weekend, managing to line up several appointments in just one day.
"Are you really going in there?"
Su Xing realized that with Shen Jingyu around, she seemed to have saved herself quite a bit of trouble.
"Of course we must go in!" Shen Jingyu decisively stepped forward, leading the way for Su Xing.
She followed behind him, subtly curling her lips into a smile. With him around, everything felt different. Regarding blind dates—something she had previously found so burdensome—now seemed rather interesting.
The Lanwan Club was a place for relaxation and leisure, with many areas to explore. Su Xing was no stranger to the private rooms in this building; this would be her third visit this month.
The room was decorated in an ancient and elegant style, with a massive tea table placed in the center. The sound of flowing water and the gentle notes of a guqin filled the air. The floor was covered with bamboo mats wrapped in coconut fiber, and several cushions were arranged around the tea table.
Opposite them sat a man dressed in white casual attire, preparing tea.
"You're here? Please, take a seat," he said, his voice refined, matching his relaxed appearance.
Su Xing and Shen Jingyu took off their shoes and entered, sitting cross-legged across from him.
"It’s been a long time, Su Xing." The man did not rise but greeted her warmly, revealing he was an old acquaintance.
Su Xing studied him for a moment before responding, "You are Jiang Chengfeng?"
Jiang Chengfeng seemed to give her the opportunity to recall their past. He smiled and said, "It’s been many years; I’m surprised you still recognize me. That shows you care."
He lifted his head and nodded slightly at Shen Jingyu before offering him a cup of tea. "Shen, please help yourself." It was clear he was aware of Shen Jingyu's identity.
However, he remained calm and composed.
Su Xing couldn’t help but ask, "How did you end up here? Did my mother arrange this?"
She remembered that Jiang Chengfeng was the son of her father Su Bokan's friend, but they hadn’t seen each other since her father passed away.
"I hadn’t heard that Ms. He still had contact with your family," she continued. "Has she really started reaching out to your father's old friends just to marry me off?"
"Do you really dislike seeing old friends from the past so much? You used to bully me when we were kids in kindergarten; have you forgotten?"
Recalling their childhood made it easier for Jiang Chengfeng to steer the conversation. Su Xing followed along, engaging in light banter.
"Weren't you three years younger than me? I was already in my last year of kindergarten when you just started! I could bully first graders; what made you think I wouldn’t bully you?!"
"Haha! You're still the same as before—fearless and a true heroine!"
Jiang Chengfeng knew how to keep the conversation lively, while Shen Jingyu sat quietly beside them, sipping tea and feeling somewhat sour about their exchange.
To them, it felt like they were just old friends catching up. Su Xing spoke freely about her life: "It’s just been a struggle to get by. Without family support, I have to rely on myself for everything."
She wasn’t afraid to mention her experiences over the years; those who cared wouldn’t mind, and those who didn’t care didn’t matter to her either.
Su Xing could sense that Jiang Chengfeng was aware of his past. Thus, he casually brought it up: "Su Xing, you are actually quite lucky. Even without a family to rely on, there are still people willing to do everything they can to help you."
Jiang Chengfeng's words carried an underlying meaning. The person he mentioned during their first meeting with Shen Jingyu couldn’t possibly be him, could it? As for himself, Su Xing was certain that they hadn’t seen each other in over a decade.
Where did Ms. He find such a person? Every word seemed to have a hidden message, as if he were gradually setting a trap for Su Xing.
"Oh?" Su Xing feigned surprise, raising a hand to touch his lips while casting a flirtatious glance at him. "You don’t mean to say that you’ve been silently protecting me for over ten years without letting me know even the slightest bit of the truth, do you?"
Jiang Chengfeng showed little emotional fluctuation and appeared quite composed. He smiled faintly and replied, "I wouldn’t dare to make such claims."
He continued, "Back when you kicked Minister Zhou and severed his lifeline, it caused quite a stir in the city; everyone knew about it. At that time, word spread in official circles that Su Xing was doomed, but they had to spare Minister Zhou."
"He hated you so much that he wished for your demise, yet he couldn’t bear to see you die."
Su Xing was unaware that her reputation from that battle held so many untold stories behind it. She had been on edge for several days, prepared for the risk of assassination at any moment. She had sought various ways to protect herself but three days later, she stumbled upon a report.
It portrayed her as the queen of the bar scene, a chivalrous figure unafraid of power and privilege, making it clear that no one should dare provoke her in the future. Afterward, aside from a few scattered challengers who ultimately came away empty-handed, the heat surrounding the incident gradually faded.
However, from Jiang Chengfeng’s words, it seemed there was more to this matter. Was someone working behind the scenes?
Noticing the confusion in Su Xing's eyes, Jiang Chengfeng continued speaking. "Yes, someone went through great lengths for you—spending resources and seeking favors from many people to plead with Minister Zhou on your behalf. That person is Du Meng."
Su Xing choked on half of his tea and coughed slightly. Shen Jingyu quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Su Xing's mouth with it.
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