After my divorce, I started to have good luck
Chapter 152 - 114: Crashed (Please Subscribe!)_2

Chapter 152: Chapter 114: Crashed (Please Subscribe!)_2

Lifting her gaze to the lake, its surface shimmered, and a couple of boats leisurely passed by, tourists speaking in various accents occasionally walked by. It added to the tourist city’s flavor.

The two of them walked and laughed, enjoying an indescribable comfort.

After getting tired, they sat down on a bench, with Sun Xiaorui snuggling close to Chen Feng, her head resting on his shoulder.

Together, they watched the sparkling surface of East Lake. Even though the cold wind blew, they both felt warm inside.

After a while, Sun Xiaorui finally asked, "How’s the art store you opened doing? I heard from Lin Wan that you’ve been buying a lot but haven’t sold anything yet—aren’t you worried about a loss?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "With art, it’s about closing for three years and feeding off the profits for another three years when you do open. I’m buying at a low price now, which will definitely appreciate; consider it a medium to long term investment. I’m not short on cash right now, so there’s no need to rush to sell them off."

"That’s good, I was really worried that you were buying all this art and wouldn’t be able to sell it, impacting your cash flow."

"You needn’t worry about that. Not to brag, but making money is very easy for me now. However, I’m lazy and prefer to keep a low profile; I don’t go for schemes that require too much brainpower or are too ostentatious."

Chen Feng wasn’t boasting; he was telling the truth.

His fortune was really good now; making money had become too easy.

However, he was terminally ill and could die at any time; there was no need to accumulate too much money. Otherwise, it might bring harm to his family or disrupt their peaceful life after he died.

That was the reason he hadn’t dared to tell his family he was now worth tens of millions.

In a big city like Xiu Zhou, having tens of millions wasn’t much, but in Chen Feng’s rural hometown, suddenly having such wealth could bring trouble to him and his family.

And if his family learned how wealthy he was, the harmonious atmosphere at home could be ruined.

Even with one’s own family, it’s best not to test relationships with money.

So, he had been contemplating setting up some sort of fund to manage his wealth after his death and to provide for his parents, brother and sister-in-law, his two nieces, and perhaps add Sun Xiaorui to the payroll.

But domestic funds were hardly reliable, and as for overseas, he had no connections and was clueless.

So for now, all he could do was think about it.

"Do you really make so much money from the stock market? Maybe you can teach me?"

Sun Xiaorui asked with a laugh.

"Investing in stocks isn’t just being taught a few tips—it’s not that simple. I’m not very knowledgeable about stocks either, but I make money because I’m lucky and I know which stocks to pick."

"Then teach me how to pick stocks."

"There’s really no way to teach that. I mainly rely on intuition and luck; how could I teach you that?"

"Hmph, fine, don’t teach me then."

"Seriously, I’m telling you the truth, and if you don’t believe me, I can’t help it."

Sun Xiaorui said grinningly, "I believe you (yeah right)."

"That’s good then."

They sat for a while longer before getting up to walk back.

By the time they returned to the East Lake Villa, it was nearly five o’clock.

Wu Mengting and Lin Wan were both in the downstairs living room.

"Where have you been?" Wu Mengting asked Chen Feng, sounding a bit melancholic.

Lin Wan snorted coldly, "Isn’t it obvious? They’ve been sneaking off to a hotel."

Sun Xiaorui’s face turned red, but she controlled her embarrassment and instead wore a bright smile, standing silently.

Chen Feng remained calm, smiled, and said, "We went out to eat and then walked by the lake. What did you all have for lunch?"

"Noodles," Lin Wan said resentfully, "Tiantian didn’t eat at lunch and didn’t cook for me, either."

Chen Feng curled his lips and said, "You’re living and eating here for free, what more could you be unhappy about?"

Lin Wan fell silent, but her face still held a resentful expression as she looked at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng didn’t bother with them anymore and went straight up the stairs with Sun Xiaorui, one in front of the other.

As they passed by Wu Mengting, Sun Xiaorui smiled sweetly at her.

After the two had gone upstairs, Lin Wan immediately pulled Wu Mengting aside and said, "See, he hardly pays you any attention now. He must be mad at you. By stepping back, you’ve just given Sun Xiaorui the advantage. I think you should stop playing this retreat tactic and go win him over again. As for Sun Xiaorui, we can slowly figure out a way to drive her away later."

Wu Mengting sat down again on the sofa, her face as still as water, deep in thought, and after a long while, she sighed and said, "It seems I’ve overestimated my importance. I thought Brother Feng would have that woman leave for me, but now I see I’ve overrated my position in his heart."

Lin Wan quickly said, "You might be misunderstanding Brother Feng. He’s just divorced and probably hates it most when women force him to do what he doesn’t want to do or try to control him. With his tough, straightforward personality, and not being short on money, how could he easily submit? The two mistakes you made are forcing him to choose between two options and trying to pin him down. Now look, your plan backfired."

Wu Mengting remained silent, her expression turning solemn.

Lin Wan sighed and, embracing her, said, "I think you should stop pressuring him, the more you push, the further he’ll drift away from you."

"I understand now."

After saying this, Wu Mengting fell silent again.

Seeing this, Lin Wan knew she had said enough, so she excused herself by saying "I’m going to the restroom," then picked up her phone, opened WeChat, and sent a new message to Chen Feng while walking.

[I’ve already persuaded Tiantian. I think she knows her strategy has failed. She should be reaching out to make amends with you soon.]

Upstairs Chen Feng, who had just been lying on the bed browsing on his phone, saw the message and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Lin Wan, lured by the promise of a raise and bonus, had undoubtedly sold out her best friend Wu Mengting.

After thinking it over, Chen Feng replied.

[You don’t need to persuade her anymore. I’ve already thought it through, whatever decision she makes, I’ll respect it. Also, I need to inform you, I’m temporarily not opening the art store anymore. Your salary for these days, I’ll transfer it to you soon.]

Seeing this message, Lin Wan was shocked.

In fact, she was very pleased with this job that paid five thousand a month.

All she needed to do was sit in the store where barely any customers would visit throughout the day, and she could also live stream while watching the store.

Where else could she find such an easy job?

So, she really didn’t want to lose this relaxed job.

[??? What are you doing? The store has only opened for a few days, and you want to close it now? Are you living up to Tiantian’s expectations of you? Are you living up to my trust in you?]

Chen Feng didn’t explain anything, but instead sent her a WeChat transfer of 5000 yuan.

Lin Wan had been working nearly half a month, and her pay should have been at most 3000 yuan, the extra 2000 was like severance pay.

The art store actually had little significance now, as the useful calligraphy and paintings that could be collected locally had essentially been all collected. Even if there were some omissions, they would not be many.

Moreover, Chen Feng planned to continue traveling across the country with Sun Xiaorui, by which they could visit local calligraphers and simultaneously acquire the paintings he wanted.

Furthermore, among the works of Li Chungang and Zhang Lidong, the quality was quite high, and Chen Feng believed they would be able to "produce milk" for him soon.

So, after some thought, continuing to run the art store seemed pointless, unnecessarily occupying his time and energy.

When Lin Wan saw the 5000 yuan transferred by Chen Feng, she was firstly pleased, but then also somewhat depressed.

[It’s such a pity to not continue running the store. Even if you don’t want to keep buying art, you can still sell. I can keep running it for you and guarantee to attract customers. I can also promote it during my live streams.]

Chen Feng looked at it and replied: [No need.]

Seeing Chen Feng’s terse reply, Lin Wan was itching with frustration but could do nothing about it.