Fifty Thousand, Leave My Daughter!

A flash of hatred appeared in Chu Feng's eyes, but he concealed it well, and the flame of vengeance vanished as quickly as it arose.

"Alright, I'll be right there."

Chu Feng hung up the phone and immediately set off to leave.

A short while later, Zhang Yanran returned only to find Chu Feng gone.

She couldn't help but ask the heavy-set young man beside her, "Where is Chu Feng?"

"He seemed to have received a very urgent phone call," the heavy-set man replied, continuing to play his video game.

Zhang Yanran had an ominous premonition.

Right at that moment, her phone rang.

It was the housekeeper at home.

"Miss, your father went to the school to look for Chu Feng. You should go take a look quickly and make sure nothing happens!" the housekeeper said.

Zhang Yanran's heart plummeted. "What is he doing going after Chu Feng?"

"Miss, the bodyguards stationed near the school these past few days noticed that you and Chu Feng have been getting very close. Your father thinks you two are dating. Are you... are you two in a relationship?" the housekeeper asked hesitantly.

"We... Oh dear! It's not what he thinks at all! I'm going to find them!" Zhang Yanran anxiously hung up the phone and immediately dashed downstairs.

The heavy-set man muttered to himself, "What's going on between Chu Feng and the campus belle? Oh well... it's none of my business anyway!"

With practiced dexterity, he pressed the buttons again and immersed himself wholeheartedly in his game.

When Chu Feng arrived at the school gates, he spotted a stretched Lincoln limousine.

A bodyguard dressed in black opened the door and made a polite gesture inviting Chu Feng to enter.

The interior of the limousine was exceptionally luxurious.

The ceiling was even adorned with a starlight design.

As Chu Feng stepped inside, he found that the cabin was styled much like a formal reception room.

Two bodyguards sat in the front, both wearing headsets.

The rear seating area was remarkably spacious, equipped with a television and a cabinet for red wine.

At that moment, Zhang Fuqiang was sitting in a leather seat, crossing one leg over the other.

"Sit," Zhang Fuqiang said. He was dressed in a custom-tailored suit. The small folding table in front of him had already been set up, holding an ashtray and two crystal wine glasses.

A bodyguard walked over, opened a bottle of red wine, and poured some for both Chu Feng and Zhang Fuqiang.

"This is special-reserve red wine from the French Starry Ridge Estate. You've probably never tasted anything like this, young Chu," Zhang Fuqiang remarked.

Chu Feng sneered inwardly. Was Zhang Fuqiang trying to intimidate him right off the bat?

"Uncle, please speak your mind. Yanran and I are just classmates," Chu Feng said, suppressing the fury in his heart and forcing himself to look composed.

Otherwise, with the enemy from his past life sitting so brazenly right in front of him, he truly feared he might lunge forward and tear him apart.

Suppressing his anger was no easy feat; it made the hand holding the wine glass tremble slightly, the tendons on his arm bulging taut.

Yet, noticing only that Chu Feng's hand was shaking, Zhang Fuqiang smiled contemptuously, assuming that Chu Feng was intimidated by him.

And understandably so. Zhang Fuqiang was the richest man in Jiangcheng, practically reigning as an underground emperor in the city.

He had connections everywhere, operating seamlessly in both the legal and underworld spheres, and anyone who crossed him never met a good end.

Zhang Fuqiang re-evaluated the young man before him.

Previously, he had only paid him scant attention and had never interacted with him this closely.

Yet he observed that Chu Feng was tall and upright, with handsome features and an aura of an elusive, effortless swagger about him.

Furthermore, his clothes were unbranded, likely cheap items bought from a street stall, suggesting his family background couldn't possibly be affluent.

"How long have you and Yanran known each other?" Zhang Fuqiang asked, taking a sip of his wine.

Chu Feng thought for a moment. "Since high school, I suppose."

After all, back then Chu Feng's score had exceeded the admission line for Yan University by dozens of points, but he had enrolled here specifically to be at the same school as Zhang Yanran; otherwise, he could have easily attended a top-tier national university.

If only he had been reborn right at the moment of filling out his college application choices—then Chu Feng would never have entangled himself with people from his past life.

"I've looked into your parents. They're both ordinary people, and raising you hasn't been easy. I'm aware of how you've looked after Yanran over the past few years. I heard that a year ago, you even saved Yanran's life once?" Zhang Fuqiang stared at Chu Feng.

His words stirred up certain memories in Chu Feng's mind.

The incident where he saved her, as mentioned by Zhang Fuqiang, took place at a celebration party after high school graduation.

At the time, the high school classmates had gathered to eat, drink, and later go singing.

Because Zhang Yanran was exceptionally pretty, many male students kept coming over to toast her, and she ended up getting quite drunk.

While they were crossing the street, a novice driver mistook the accelerator for the brake and drove straight toward Zhang Yanran.

It was Chu Feng who pushed Zhang Yanran out of harm's way at the most perilous moment, thereby averting a disaster.

However, Chu Feng had been sent flying several meters away as a result.

Fortunately, Chu Feng was lucky and suffered no broken bones, though a massive bruise covered his entire chest.

At the time, his mother had cried tears of heartache.

"It's all in the past. If it were to happen again, I'd still do the same thing," Chu Feng said with a faint smile.

The corners of Zhang Fuqiang's mouth curled upward as he produced a check. "Take this five hundred thousand as a token of my gratitude."

"You've misunderstood, Uncle. I saved Yanran not to extract any reward! It's simply what any high school classmate ought to do." Chu Feng pushed the check back.

What a joke! Right now, money was the last thing Chu Feng lacked, and Zhang Yanran was also a crucial component of his revenge plan.

To put it bluntly, she was practically a vital key.

How could he possibly let her go?

Yet, from Zhang Fuqiang's perspective, Chu Feng's refusal to accept the money only confirmed his own suspicions.

It seemed Chu Feng genuinely had designs on his daughter, and since his daughter had been on good terms with him lately, the two of them might well be on the verge of falling in love.

How could the daughter of Zhang Fuqiang ever date a penniless nobody?

This realization irritated Zhang Fuqiang. "You need to know your place! Is the son-in-law of Zhang Fuqiang someone just anyone can aspire to be? Take this five hundred thousand and leave at once, and don't ever harbor any absurd fantasies about my daughter again!"

A slight twitch crossed the corner of Chu Feng's eye. "Uncle, what do you mean by this?"

"What do I mean? Take the money and get lost. The only reason I'm being polite to you is for my daughter's sake, yet you still want a toad trying to eat swan meat?" Zhang Fuqiang's anger was clearly flaring.

"Dad! How can you be like this!" Zhang Yanran rushed over.

Clearly, Zhang Fuqiang hadn't expected his daughter to show up. "Why are you here?"

He immediately glared at Chu Feng. "Did you call her?"

Chu Feng neither admitted nor denied it; under the present circumstances, anything he said would be feeble and pale.

He glanced at the check. "Uncle, are you very wealthy?"

The driver finally lost his patience and chuckled derisively. "Young man! You're still just a college student, there are many things you don't understand! In Jiangcheng, President Zhang is like Shen Wansan of the Ming dynasty! If he isn't wealthy, then not a single person in the entire city can be considered rich!"

Chu Feng continued calmly, "Is this money supposed to be your expression of gratitude to me for saving Yanran back then?"

"What else? Five hundred thousand is more than enough for you to finish college and then start some small business!" Zhang Fuqiang retorted.

Chu Feng let out a cold laugh. "I saved your daughter, and you hand me five hundred thousand. Does that mean I can take it to mean your daughter is only worth five hundred thousand in your eyes?"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Zhang Fuqiang, but even the driver was left dumbfounded.

After all, the last person who had spoken to Zhang Fuqiang in such a manner was already resting at the bottom of the Jiangcheng river.