Chapter 16: A Life-Giving Flower, But No Life to Take It!

Boom!
Xuan Xuan rode her motorcycle back to the jewelry store.
She swiftly dismounted and shook her hair.
At that moment, Malong was dusting the glass counter.
“So you finally decided to come back? How’s the investigation I asked you to—”
“Uncle, no need to continue investigating.” Xuan Xuan placed her motorcycle helmet on the counter.
“Huh?”
“That guy Chu Feng called Uncle Zhang Fuqiang.” Xuan Xuan fixed her gaze on Malong.
“What?” Malong dropped the feather duster in his hand.
Xuan Xuan clenched her fists. “My mother was killed because of Zhang Fuqiang. Shouldn’t I hold on to this lead?”
“No! Zhang Fuqiang is known as the underground overlord of Jiangcheng! You didn’t let your emotions show, did you?”
“No.”
“From now on, get close to Chu Feng slowly. It’s best if you can earn his trust!” Malong clenched his fists, his voice filled with indignation.
Chu Feng started his vehicle and instantly put the call on speakerphone.
“Hello! Chu Feng, finally decided to call me!”
On the other end, Zhang Yanran’s voice sounded a bit displeased.
“Yanran, your father is looking everywhere for you and your stepmother. He just found me.” Chu Feng kept his eyes on the road.
“Did you… did you say we were in contact?”
“Of course not, you know I only have eyes for you.” Chu Feng picked his nose, then rolled down the window and flicked the booger outside.
Zhang Yanran’s voice cracked with a hint of tears, “I didn’t expect you to be the reliable one when it counts! I’m planning to stay at Xiaoyu’s place for a while. As for my stepmother, after leaving the villa, we separated. Who knows where she went? I hope she dies somewhere far away and never comes back.”
“Dies somewhere far away?” Chu Feng mused.
This Zhang Yanran really is a “good girl”!
“Alright, I won’t keep you. I just finished work. Heading back now.” Chu Feng ended the call.
He pressed the accelerator, returned to the warehouse in the urban village, swapped the Gust for a small electric scooter, and then went back to his rented room.
After all, Chu Feng didn’t yet fully trust Li Xueli.
So he didn’t intend to let more people know about his background.
Those who knew he was wealthy wouldn’t know he was a student.
And those who knew he was a student wouldn’t know he had money.
The information gap was crucial for protecting his identity.

Creak.
Chu Feng returned to his rented room and was stunned.
The room was tidied up neatly.
Even the pile of clothes he had stacked were all washed.
The air was filled with the scent of jasmine.
“Xueli, I brought you some dinner.” Chu Feng handed over some stir-fried noodles.
“Finally home.” A plaintive voice sounded behind him.
When Chu Feng turned around, his heart skipped a beat. Standing there was a pale-faced woman dressed in red.
“A red-clothed ghost?”
Upon closer look, it was Li Xueli, with a facial mask on her face.
“Did you clean all this up?” Chu Feng asked, looking around.
“Of course. I’m not going to live here for free!”I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.