Chapter 022: Are You a Secret Heir?

Chapter 022: Are You a Hidden Second Generation?

Seeing that Ximen Lu was still in a daze and unresponsive, Chu Fei spoke calmly, "Forget about compensation. Just keep your son in check. Tell him not to come here and bother our boss anymore."

"Rest assured, Mr. Chu, I’ll make sure to discipline my son properly. If he dares to harass Miss Ximen again, you don’t need to hold back—teach him a lesson as you see fit, even if he ends up crippled, it doesn’t matter," Liu Ping promised.

Chu Fei regarded Liu Ping with a meaningful look. "And about the endorsement deal, you can be at ease, Mr. Chu. I’ll personally visit President Chen of Excellent Underwear shortly. I’m sure President Chen will grant me this favor," Liu Ping added.

"Is this just bullying the weak with the strong?" Chu Fei’s lips curled into a smile.

"Of course, that's not what I mean," Liu Ping hastily explained. He was smart enough to sense Chu Fei’s dissatisfaction with his approach and forced a smile, asking, "What outcome would you prefer, Mr. Chu?"

"My wish is simply to see the cooperation proceed normally. Any breach of contract, regardless of the cause, affects our company’s reputation. I’m sure you understand that, President Liu?" Chu Fei looked at Liu Ping directly.

Liu Ping frowned as he listened. "To be honest, Mr. Chu, if you had made this request a week ago, I could have handled it. But now, things have gotten complicated."

"Oh?" Chu Fei raised his eyebrows.

"There's no issue with Excellent Underwear. The problem now lies with Qicai Entertainment. The little model your company signed has just switched over to a big agency, and it’s hard for me to intervene," Liu Ping replied with a bitter smile, fearing Chu Fei wouldn’t believe him, so he added, "If it were just an ordinary entertainment company, it wouldn’t be a problem. I, Liu Ping, have some influence; if push came to shove, I could simply pay. But the agency this model signed with is different."

"Really? What entertainment company is so overbearing?" Chu Fei was curious.

"Qingyan Studio. The model signed with Qingyan Studio just a few days ago," Liu Ping said, looking helpless.

"The studio where superstar Mu Qingyan works?" Chu Fei’s expression froze, surprised.

Seeing Chu Fei’s reaction, Liu Ping breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried the other party wouldn’t know Mu Qingyan, so he nodded, "If it were any other entertainment company or studio, it’d be easy. But Qingyan Studio is special, as you may have heard from rumors."

"Indeed, this is troublesome," Chu Fei nodded. Liu Ping wasn’t lying—Qingyan Studio was indeed an oddity in the entertainment world, mainly because of superstar Mu Qingyan.

"So..."

Liu Ping was about to speak when Chu Fei interrupted, "Then I’ll trouble you to coordinate with President Chen of Excellent Underwear. As for the little model, we’ll handle that ourselves."

"Huh?" Liu Ping was stunned—had he misheard or misunderstood? Chu Fei was not giving up on the little model? Did he really not know, or was he pretending not to know how special Qingyan Studio was?

"Is there anything else, President Liu?" Chu Fei asked with a smile.

"No, nothing at all. Then I won’t disturb you further. Mr. Chu, Miss Ximen, please carry on with your work. I’ll take my leave!" Liu Ping, utterly confused, didn’t press further. After a few polite words, he left with his group, leaving the bank card on the table—whether by accident or intention, it was hard to say.

It wasn’t until he was far away, entering the elevator, that Liu Ping turned to the expressionless man beside him, "What did you think? Is he really that formidable?" The cold, expressionless man was none other than Liu Ping’s most capable bodyguard, the only one among them to have reached the level of internal force mastery.

"I can’t tell," Fang Tao replied, his expression still icy. He glanced at Ah Wei beside him, "But Ah Wei’s injuries could only have been inflicted by someone with internal force mastery; I can’t do that yet. Ah Wei said the attack was casual, so my conclusion matches his: Chu Fei is at least a mid-level internal force master."

"Really?" Liu Ping’s brows furrowed deeply. He had come today not only to apologize but also to confirm Chu Fei’s level of power.

"Perhaps his level is even higher," Fang Tao looked at Liu Ping, still uncertain, a hint of confusion in his eyes. He had been secretly observing Chu Fei the whole time but hadn’t detected any internal force fluctuations. It baffled him—was Chu Fei’s cultivation method particularly unique, making it hard for others to sense?

That was the only explanation Fang Tao could think of.

Liu Ping, meanwhile, looked at his disappointing son and spoke sternly, "You heard what Fang Tao said. From now on, you are forbidden from provoking Ximen Lu again. If anything happens to you, I’ll disown you."

"Father, you’re just going to let your son be bullied?" Liu Fengkai protested, unwilling to accept it.

"Bullied? If he really wanted to bully you, you’d be a corpse right now. You think you’d still be standing here arguing with me?" Liu Ping said hatefully. A mid-level internal force master—he’d rather offend an equally matched business rival than a martial arts expert. Those people had no boundaries when they lost control, and the consequences were something he simply couldn’t bear.

Liu Fengkai’s face darkened. He admitted his father was right, but he just couldn’t swallow his pride. It wasn’t just about a woman—it was about his dignity.

"Chu Fei, I refuse to believe no one can deal with you," Liu Fengkai thought bitterly.

——

"Chu Fei, tell me, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"

Inside the meeting room.

Ximen Lu grabbed Chu Fei by the collar, looking down at him, her face twisted with both surprise and curiosity, her jaw clenched.

"What explanation?" Chu Fei feigned ignorance. The moment Ximen Lu snapped out of her daze, she went wild, grabbed him by the collar, and pinned him to the chair. She looked fierce, like an angry shrew—though a beautiful and alluring one.

In fact, their overly intimate posture allowed Chu Fei to catch a glimpse of the deep cleavage at Ximen Lu’s chest, close enough that he could almost smell the faint fragrance.

Ximen Lu, oblivious to her own wardrobe malfunction, put on a fierce expression, "What explanation? Tell me the truth—are you some hidden super-rich second generation, or a secret official’s child? Did you come down here for fun, to experience life? Otherwise, why would Liu Ping, that local tyrant, treat you so respectfully?"

"Ximen Lu, have you been reading too many romance novels? You’ve gone mad," Chu Fei said, half laughing, half crying. He knew the scene just now must have shocked Ximen Lu, but he hadn’t expected her imagination to be so wild.

"Enough nonsense. Answer my question, or I’ll castrate you," Ximen Lu threatened fiercely, though her eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Fine, here’s the truth: I’m just a poor wage-earner. Do I look like some dragon prince to you?" Chu Fei shrugged, smiling bitterly.

"But why did Liu Ping act so respectful toward you? Don’t think I didn’t notice—he was clearly trying to curry favor," Ximen Lu pressed.

"Do you understand the saying ‘when a scholar meets a soldier, reason doesn’t matter’? Soldiers never bother reasoning with scholars; they just act. That’s exactly how Liu Ping deals with me. You saw yesterday how I kicked Liu Fengkai’s bodyguard—Liu Ping’s just a businessman, and probably fears I’ll retaliate if I go berserk. Does that make sense?"

"Is it really that simple?" Ximen Lu slowly released Chu Fei’s collar, still finding it hard to accept.

"It really is that simple. I honestly don’t know what goes on in your head," Chu Fei straightened his collar, discreetly glancing at Ximen Lu’s chest, but was disappointed to find the enticing sight gone.

Ximen Lu sighed in disappointment, finally accepting the unpleasant reality. Then she remembered something, glaring at Chu Fei, "What else could I think? That was Liu Ping, the emperor of Shenghe! He treated you so courteously—how could I not let my imagination run wild?"

"Fine, you’re entitled to your wild thoughts," Chu Fei muttered, sweating. Women’s lack of logic was truly terrifying.

Ximen Lu rolled her eyes at Chu Fei, then frowned, dissatisfied, "Liu Ping just offered to help with the contract, so why did you refuse?"

"I thought you wouldn’t agree," Chu Fei said innocently, looking at her.

"I—"

Ximen Lu felt an urge to smash a teacup over Chu Fei’s head. Naturally, continuing the contract would be best, but Liu Ping said the little model was out of reach, and this guy insisted on keeping her—wasn’t he just looking for trouble? What would happen next?

Staring at Chu Fei, Ximen Lu suddenly had an idea, "You said the company would handle the model issue. I’m at a loss, but do you have a solution?"

"I can’t say for sure—maybe I do," Chu Fei replied with a laugh, offering no explanation.

"Are you kidding me? That little model is now signed with Qingyan Studio," Ximen Lu looked at Chu Fei with deep skepticism, clearly lacking confidence.

"I can’t say for sure. We’ll have to try," Chu Fei said, secretly amused. If it were any other entertainment company, he wouldn’t be confident, but Qingyan Studio—well, it was just a matter of saying the word.

"Fine, I’ll trust you this once..."

Ximen Lu nodded, but her gaze was full of doubt and uncertainty, obviously not as convinced as her words suggested.

[I’m frustrated. I uploaded the wrong file earlier—clearly didn’t sleep well and my brain’s muddled, sigh!]

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