After my divorce, I started to have good luck
Chapter 258 - 161: The Difficult Sea King_2

Chapter 258: Chapter 161: The Difficult Sea King_2

This was considered a double insurance for his parents, with the previous pension being the first layer, and investing in her company as the second layer.

Being such a devoted son, Chen Feng was truly filial.

Seeing Chen Feng say that, Guo Mengyao knew it wasn’t a good day to ask him out and didn’t insist anymore,

Following his suggestion, she typed: [All right then, let’s meet after the New Year. Remember not to stand me up, or I’ll really come to your home.]

[Absolutely not, I’ll try to come see you on the third or fourth day of the New Year.]

Seeing Chen Feng reply like this, a smile finally appeared on Guo Mengyao’s face. She was convinced that Chen Feng was still reluctant to part with her.

She thought to herself that she had assumed he had a heart of stone, but apparently, he still couldn’t bear to part with her. Just a little initiative from her side, and he was immediately hooked. Hmph! Men!

This was the situation in the morning; by evening, Guo Mengyao was frequently sending him WeChat messages and pictures, asking what he was having for the New Year’s Eve dinner, and how many people were celebrating together at home. At first, Chen Feng still responded casually, but later on, he couldn’t bother to reply.

When Chen Feng didn’t reply for a while, she kept sending pictures, including selfies, pictures of a table full of New Year’s Eve dishes, and other assorted photos, which Chen Feng didn’t even bother to look at.

Aside from sending these images, Sun Xiaorui was also not giving him peace of mind. Earlier during his New Year’s Eve dinner, she had directly sent him a video call invitation, which Chen Feng hesitated for three seconds before ultimately declining.

She followed up by sending several puzzled emoticons, to which Chen Feng texted her back: [Inconvenient.]

Only a few minutes later, Sun Xiaorui sent a video call to his mother Zhao Xiaolan, who even more decisively hung up.

Previously, at Sun Xiaorui’s request, Chen Feng had added Zhao Xiaolan on WeChat, and she had accepted her friend request.

Initially, she was quite satisfied with Sun Xiaorui, as having a girlfriend meant her son was no longer single, but then Wu Mengting came along, and she immediately sidelined Sun Xiaorui.

It wasn’t that she was too cold-hearted; first of all, she had never met Sun Xiaorui in person, let alone had any communication, so naturally, there was no emotional connection.

Moreover, Wu Mengting had spent days interacting with her, far surpassing Sun Xiaorui in terms of looks, temperament, family background, and geographical relation. Given the choice, she naturally preferred Wu Mengting as her daughter-in-law.

And after spending those days together, Zhao Xiaolan had grown fond of Wu Mengting.

As a result, this was the natural outcome. She was definitely on Wu Mengting’s side, having already asked Chen Feng to look for an opportunity to break up with Sun Xiaorui.

Zhao Xiaolan had made her stance clear, and Sun Xiaorui was out of the running in her heart.

But Sun Xiaorui didn’t know the reason and felt wronged, asking him in a WeChat message why his mother had declined her video call.

Chen Feng merely told her the truth, that his mother fancied Wu Mengting and planned on making her his wife. Other women didn’t stand a chance with her.

Of course, Chen Feng did this on purpose, also as a reminder not to harbor unrealistic fantasies about marrying him or overtaking others, as she couldn’t pass his mother’s barrier.

Indeed, after knowing this reason, Sun Xiaorui didn’t send him any messages for a long time.

Chen Feng was very pleased with this; after all, she was just a mistress he supported, not a real girlfriend.

It was well past ten o’clock when she started sending them again, Ding Dong, Ding Dong, mostly random snaps and selfies from his home, pictures of a table full of dishes and close-ups, as well as photos with her younger brother and a family portrait...

Meanwhile, Wu Mengting, Guo Mengyao, Lin Yujiao, Fang Xiaoyue, and Qin Xiaorou had also sent him quite a few pictures, as if they had agreed to do so.

His phone kept dinging non-stop, so he just went back to his own room.

Interacting with these women, the time quickly approached midnight; the hour rang, and the new year arrived, and it seemed like the whole world burst into the sound of firecrackers.

Their family had also bought firecrackers, which were loudly popping in front of their door, and the whole town was filled with the sounds of fireworks.

It took several minutes before the noise of the firecrackers gradually died down.

But this was just the beginning; according to the local traditions of celebrating the New Year, setting off fireworks on New Year’s Eve lasted all night long.

So, Chen Feng, with foresight, had slept in the afternoon. He wouldn’t be too sleepy at night and could sleep without disturbance.

Chen Feng’s phone was still ringing incessantly at this time, with messages from several women.

Then he received a New Year blessings call from Qin Zhen. After exchanging greetings, they didn’t chat much before hanging up. Qin Zhen must be very busy. He had far more relatives and friends than Chen Feng, plus his work meant he had a whole bunch of comrades, colleagues, and superiors.

After Qin Zhen, Chen Feng also received a call from his university classmate Zhang Kewei and from Luo Kun, whom he had met by chance at the airport and got to know after a fight. This guy also called to wish him a Happy New Year and said many auspicious phrases, again insisting that if Chen Feng ever visited Beijing, he would surely treat him well, and if he came to Xiu Zhou next time, he would definitely seek him out.

If Luo Kun hadn’t made this call, Chen Feng would have nearly forgotten about him.

It was Chen Feng’s turn to make proactive New Year blessing calls. After thinking it over, the only person that came to mind was Mr. Zheng. He was too lazy to call any other teachers or classmates; one could even say he didn’t feel entitled to call them.

Firstly, his relationship with them was very ordinary; secondly, he hadn’t contacted them for many years; and thirdly, he had no intention of currying favor, using them, or owing them anything.

So, there really wasn’t a need to expand his social circle—it was too exhausting.

As for social obligations and manners, given his current situation, there really wasn’t any need to adhere to society’s unwritten rules or social niceties. For one, he had a terminal illness; secondly, he was wealthy—conventional explicit and implicit rules no longer bound him significantly.

Now, he just wanted to be his true self—unrestrained and carefree—enjoying life without breaking the law.

He picked up his phone to call Mr. Zheng, but the line was busy, so he temporarily didn’t make the call.

Returning to his unread messages, he saw one from Huang Li, whom he’d nearly forgotten; she was the receptionist at his previous company, Dianchuang Culture Company, wishing him a Happy New Year with animated effects.

Chen Feng immediately replied with a New Year blessing and also sent her a New Year red packet of 888 yuan.

He had almost forgotten about her, but now Chen Feng suddenly remembered that after he had helped her casually once, she would often bring him food and drinks to express her appreciation.

For two or three years, he must have spent several hundred yuan on her.

Chen Feng was the type of person who didn’t want to take advantage of others. At the time, he had thought about taking her out for a good meal, and now it was just the right occasion to send her a red packet as compensation.

Huang Li initially thought it would be a small symbolic red packet, maybe a few tens of yuan at most, or even just a few yuan.

But when she opened it, the amount was 888 yuan, which startled her. She immediately sent the exact amount back with the message: [Brother Feng, you entered the wrong amount.]

Chen Feng laughed when he opened the red packet and saw her message. She was still so naive. He immediately sent the red packet back with the message: [No mistake, it’s 888. Thanks for always buying me things to eat. You must not send this New Year red packet back; it would bring bad luck.]

After a long hesitation, Huang Li typed: [Then thank you, Brother Feng. Next time I’ll treat you to a meal.]

Chen Feng casually replied: [Sure, we’ll have a meal together next time.]

Huang Li sent a winking smile emoji.

Chen Feng then turned to the other new messages. At this moment, several other women were again sending messages, and Chen Feng suddenly felt overwhelmed.

Too many women to handle was not an easy thing.

After experiencing this firsthand, Chen Feng couldn’t help but admire those prolific men. Handling one or several girlfriends was one thing, not to mention managing a dozen or even dozens of backups.

It wasn’t an easy job to handle; it required energy, brains, responsiveness, and exceptional dexterity; otherwise, it was definitely too much.

Being a true king of relationships was not as easy as it seemed.