The most enchanting moment is when she shyly bows her head.
In Zhang Yuxi’s eyes, her demeanor while opening and entering the door was rather stealthy, but in Chen Feng’s eyes, it was charming. He couldn’t help but think of a poem by the Southern Tang Emperor:
The flowers are bright, the moon dimmed by light mists, tonight is a good night to be with my lover. Treading softly in stockings on fragrant steps, holding gold-threaded shoes in hand. Seen south of the painted hall, always leaning against someone, shivering. But it’s hard for me to come out, so make me treasure your affection to the fullest!
Of course, Zhang Yuxi is not Little Zhou Hou, and Chen Feng is far from being the Southern Tang Emperor. But this situation does bear some resemblance.
Quickly recovering her composure, Zhang Yuxi called out to Chen Feng confidently, gazing at him with twinkling eyes and deep affection, as if she truly meant it. Yet, this was merely their first meeting tonight; they were strangers, never having crossed paths before.
One must say Zhang Yuxi’s acting is admirable; she proves herself a former actress.
"Lock the door," Chen Feng casually instructed.
Zhang Yuxi obediently complied, locking the door.
"Come here," he beckoned calmly.
Once again, Zhang Yuxi obediently walked towards him. On the surface she seemed calm, but her slightly clenched hands betrayed a hint of sweat.
Though she had once accompanied, under Tao Yaoyang’s coercion, a fifty- or sixty-year-old man, with a full belly and pig-like face, even covered in age spots, snoring loudly enough to keep her awake all night.
His only merit was speed — finishing in barely three minutes, with only a single instance throughout the night. It was humiliating, though primarily in terms of soul, not physical discomfort.
Afterward, he treated her rather well, going out of his way by asking Tao Yaoyang to pass her a pair of Mutton Fat Jade bracelets.
Additionally, she succeeded in securing the lead role in a period drama with a budget of over a billion.
Yet, she vowed in her heart, never to accompany him again, even if forced.
In comparison, Chen Feng was the true Prince Charming, not too old, handsome, albeit slightly plump but appearing friendly and wealthy — overall, very agreeable to look at.
More importantly, he was wealthy, with significant connections that even someone as formidable as Tao Yaoyang sought to ingratiate himself with, and he was unmarried.
It could be said, Chen Feng fulfilled all her criteria for a future husband. Take note, husband, not merely a man.
Although, as a thirty-year-old man, Chen Feng might fall short compared to truly top-tier young heartthrobs, in comprehensive terms, those young men couldn’t compare with him.
In this sense, Chen Feng was the most outstanding man she’d encountered, her gaze filled with affection wasn’t completely an act, but somewhat genuine feelings.
Tonight, Zhang Yuxi came with the intention to win over Chen Feng, not a frivolous mindset. At the very least, she aimed to seize the opportunity to cling to Chen Feng’s golden thigh, make him her significant patron for the future, and protect her in the entertainment industry.
Zhang Yuxi obediently stood before Chen Feng, slightly uneasy, then deliberately assumed an open demeanor and said actively: "Brother Feng, though tonight is the first time we’ve met, I have a great feeling about you; I find myself somewhat fond of you."
This almost felt like a confession; despite its hint of artificiality, what man wouldn’t love to hear it?
Chen Feng was no exception, smiling happily and said, "Hearing such words from a big star like you, my vanity is immensely satisfied. Yet, if your fans knew, I might get beaten."
Zhang Yuxi smiled lightly, then sat beside him, barely half a meter apart.
"Don’t worry, my fans won’t know. Not unless you expose it yourself.’
"Those two you brought, aren’t they my fans?" Zhang Yuxi hinted.
Chen Feng smiled slightly and said, "They know doesn’t matter. One is my sworn sister, the other is a mistress I maintain."
After saying this, he looked at her with a calm expression.
Zhang Yuxi raised her eyebrows slightly, quickly relaxed and smiled, "You wealthy people, none of you seems without a mistress, right?"
Chen Feng spread his hands, feigning helplessness, "I divorced last year, presently not seeking a girlfriend, nor willing to go out, only this way. Or should I rely on my own hands?"
Zhang Yuxi initially froze, then chuckled, flirtatiously glancing at him, changing the topic, "Chairman Tao seems to really ingratiate himself with you, what exactly do you do?"
Chen Feng regarded her with a smile, "I’m just dabbling in stocks. Not to say excessively wealthy, but my total assets barely exceed a billion, possibly less than yours."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuxi couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth, "You surely know how to joke."
Chen Feng followed with a faint smile and didn’t explain further, having spoken truthfully, though she disbelieved him. Tao Yaoyang and Cai Zhixin appeared impressed by his previous lavish spending on housing, imagining he was exceedingly rich.
Casually checking his phone, seeing it was half past nine, he stood up and told her naturally, "Well, it’s getting late, let’s bathe together."
Momentarily panicking, Zhang Yuxi unconsciously stood up with him, yet her expression betrayed visible tension.