Chapter 1212: Chapter 1211: A Four-Person Showdown?
Yun Sang also just received a message from Feng Ting.
The other party insisted on him treating them to a meal now, to return a past favor.
Yun Sang was puzzled. He had only mentioned it casually, not expecting that the great president, always busy with state affairs, would actually remember this meal.
Does Feng Ting really need this meal?
The tone seemed worried he would default on the promise to treat.
Yun Sang sneered at this, but since he had already agreed, he definitely had to host this meal.
Yun Zhishu smacked her lips, "Are presidents so idle these days?"
Yun Sang nodded, "Who says they’re not!"
"It’s good to have them over, once and for all. Don’t associate with those political types in the future!"
"Don’t worry, Mom, I know what I’m doing." Yun Sang glanced at Lu Mian beside him, who was also getting ready to go out, and chuckled. He suddenly whispered to Yun Zhishu, "Mom, I suspect that Feng Ting’s intention isn’t just about the meal."
"Then what’s it about?" Yun Zhishu asked straightforwardly.
Yun Sang gestured towards Lu Mian with his chin.
"..." Yun Zhishu was stunned, then understood. Her heart was suddenly in turmoil.
Indeed, once you have a daughter, you see everyone as a thief.
"Then quickly make it clear to him!"
Yun Zhishu urged Yun Sang to leave quickly, and Lu Mian, not understanding what they meant, left the old house together with Yun Sang.
"Sister, I’ll take you to the Xiao Family. The president can wait." Yun Sang was eager to be Lu Mian’s driver, dropping her off and picking her up.
As soon as he said that, they turned right after leaving the door and saw the man waiting by the roadside... and others.
Feng Ting, in an all-black trench coat, had sunglasses and a mask covering ninety percent of his face.
But you could identify him from his demeanor and physique.
Beside Feng Ting stood an elegant and refined man.
Xiao Qimo casually put one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, slightly tilting his head with a faint smile that seemed to mock his good brother.
Yun Sang: ...
Why are they both here!
Why does it feel like the atmosphere is unexpectedly tense?
As the president of a country, Feng Ting, born into nobility, never knew what it felt like to wait for someone, whether internationally or privately.
It seemed natural for people to wait for him.
But what did he just hear?
He heard that Yun Sang intended to make him wait, and the reason was—
To escort his sister.
Feng Ting, well-mannered, calmly and composedly nodded to Yun Sang and Lu Mian as a greeting.
Lu Mian returned the gesture, naturally walking to Xiao Qimo’s side.
Her right hand naturally slipped into Xiao Qimo’s palm, their fingers interlocked.
Xiao Qimo smiled at Yun Sang confidently, elegantly but with a hint of provocation, "Sorry, brother-in-law, I’m actually my wife’s exclusive driver. My wife and I won’t disturb you and Mr. Feng’s discussion."
As soon as he opened his mouth, it was a classic sly move.
He declared his claim and slightly stoked the fire between Yun Sang and Feng Ting.
Feng Ting’s expression remained extraordinarily calm.
Yun Sang raised an eyebrow.
Ha, ever since being acknowledged by the Yun Family, he found that his brother was getting more and more audacious.
Is this something a son-in-law should say?
Yun Sang pulled Xiao Qimo over, lowering his voice in warning: "Xiao Qimo, let me remind you kindly, haven’t you noticed that Feng Ting treats Mianmian a bit differently too?"
Without a sense of crisis, Xiao Qimo really didn’t understand who’s closer to whom.
And he dared to stand by and watch him make a fool of himself.
Silly, isn’t he!
Xiao Qimo’s pupils narrowed instantly, he glanced deeply towards Feng Ting, then looked at Yun Sang.
Among these people, he was one of the only two with emotional intelligence.
Xiao Qimo pressed his thin lips together, slowly spoke up.
"Brother-in-law, there’s something I also want to kindly remind you of."