The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 99: Feng Ge, She’s the Manman You’re Looking For

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Feng Ge, She’s the Manman You’re Looking For

Jiang Man scratched her brow, her peripheral vision glancing towards the man beside her.

Whether he was capable or not, how would she know?

"Grandma, that... um..."

She smiled, "Your grandson is as strong as a bull or horse, in good health, he’s very capable!"

"Really?" The old lady’s eyes lit up, her heart comforted.

She patted her chest and then brought her hands together in prayer.

Amitabha, thank the heavens.

"Then I won’t delay your rest anymore, are you staying here tonight, or...?"

"We’re going back to Rong Mansion." Lu Xingzhou’s voice was indifferent, his expression unchanging as he stood up to leave.

Jiang Man raised her eyebrows lazily, waving her hand, "Grandma, I’ll come visit you another day."

"Ah!" The old lady agreed, clearly delighted.

The more she saw Jiang Man, the more she liked her.

This girl was truly a treasure, the ancestors of the Lu Family must have been protecting them; they had really picked up a gem.

The night was cool in the mountains.

When Jiang Man walked out of the old house, a chilly breeze blew in her face.

She couldn’t help but sneeze.

At that moment, the man handed her a clean handkerchief, his voice gentle, "It’s unused, washed clean."

"Thank you." Jiang Man wiped her nose, folded the handkerchief, unsure whether to give it back to Lu Xingzhou or not, and just as unsure about putting it back in her pocket.

Times have changed, really; using a handkerchief is so inconvenient.

In the end, she stuffed the handkerchief into her pocket, "I’ll wash it and return it to you."

"Mhm." Lu Xingzhou’s face remained expressionless, his reaction lukewarm.

Once Jiang Man got into the car, she took out her phone, ready to play games.

Seeing her always holding her phone, Lu Xingzhou couldn’t help but reach out.

His fingers were long and well-defined.

His good-looking fingers landed on the girl’s phone screen, and he glanced at her, his tone containing a hint of coddling, "It’s bad for the eyes."

Jiang Man was stunned for a moment, indeed surprised.

In the past, he had always used a lecturing tone, but today, was there a slight difference?

"Listen to music, rest with your eyes closed." His tone was still soft and gentle.

Jiang Man was sure she hadn’t perceived it incorrectly.

The uncle had truly changed.

"Zhao Huai, play some music."

Without waiting for her to respond, Lu Xingzhou spoke dispassionately.

Zhao Huai, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately accessed the vehicle’s touchpad to turn on the car’s music.

Melodious country music started to play, its tune captivating.

Jiang Man was somewhat surprised, "You also like listening to country music?"

"Don’t you remember?" Lu Xingzhou asked quietly.

Jiang Man lifted her eyelids, then remembered.

During her previous visit to his room, she had stumbled upon his collection of antique CDs. She had made an offhand remark, and it seemed Lu Xingzhou had actually taken it to heart?

She smiled and closed her eyes.

Lu Xingzhou instructed the driver to start the car.

With the enchanting music, it wasn’t long before Jiang Man fell into a light sleep.

The way she slept was completely different from her usual self, with her left hand clutching her right, as if she were hugging herself.

It was apparent she felt quite insecure deep inside.

Although September was no longer hot, she was still wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and wide-leg jeans, looking quite thin.

"Zhao Huai, set the heater to 24 degrees," Lu Xingzhou instructed quietly.

Zhao Huai turned to look, only to see the young mistress had fallen asleep, and his boss was watching her like a lovesick man gazing at a stone statue.

The young mistress’s good looks were undeniable, especially her sleeping face—devoid of her usual flamboyance, it held an extra touch of a young girl’s vulnerability, stirring a protective desire.

When he saw his boss glare at him, he quickly turned back with a sheepish smile.

Lu Xingzhou was feeling somewhat stifled at the moment.

He recalled the conversation between Wen Jingya and the fake Divine Doctor, as well as Jiang Man’s earnest words to her grandmother.

Strong as a bull, healthy in body and vigorous in actions.

Ha, he was vigorous indeed, but without any opportunity to use his strength.

He wasn’t sure if it was the girl’s sleeping face that was so captivating, or something else.

Lu Xingzhou’s gaze fell on Jiang Man’s lips, which were a standard thin shape, giving off an impression of being unemotional, wise, and calm.

Such lips usually seemed distant, but for some reason, tonight they appeared very different from usual.

She was sleeping soundly, occasionally biting her lower lip, turning the originally cherry-pink lips into a tantalizingly vivid color.

Lu Xingzhou’s Adam’s apple moved. He was an adult man, a wise one at that.

He knew he had developed feelings for the young girl.

Only... the origin of those feelings was not clear to him.

Suddenly, his large hand was grasped by a small, icy one.

Catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye, he noticed Jiang Man’s furrowed brow, as if she were having a nightmare.

In her everyday life, she was so cool and cocky; who would have thought she feared anything?

He instinctively covered her small hand with his other one, his large hand’s warmth providing her with limitless security.

The car slowly progressed, Lu Xingzhou having specifically instructed the driver to take a detour to avoid the bustling downtown, to stick to even roads, and to drive as steadily as possible.

The glittering and noisy northern city seemed to have nothing to do with their vehicle.

As the car melted into the night, it became one with the ink-like darkness.

Meanwhile, at the Nan Corporation.

Nan Juefeng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, overlooking the vehicles and pedestrians crowding the streets below.

He held a cup of coffee in his hand, the bitterest latte, which he drank without as much as a frown.

His secretary, Shen Yu, knocked on the door: "President, Assistant Han has arrived."

"Let him in," Nan Juefeng said as he turned to sit at his desk. He placed the empty cup on the table, signaling Shen Yu to take it away.

Recognizing the cue, Shen Yu took the empty cup and made room for Han Shuo.

Although Han Shuo was Nan Juefeng’s special assistant, he was not a frequent visitor to the office.

Nan Juefeng would only seek him out for thorny or particularly difficult matters.

"Found it," Han Shuo said, dropping a stack of documents on the desk.

"The guy who outbid us is named Wu Yingfan, a Chinese national with an M passport. He’s just a pawn; the real backer is the Hu Corporation."

"Hu Corporation?" Nan Juefeng pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, the Hu family from Harbor City." After finishing his statement, Han Shuo leaned back casually onto the sofa, crossing his legs confidently.

"Guess what interesting thing I found out?"

"Stop beating around the bush," said Nan Juefeng, his eyes flashing sharply behind the lenses of his glasses.

Though they had a boss-subordinate relationship, Nan Juefeng and Han Shuo had long since become good brothers.

Han Shuo raised his eyebrows, holding out his hand: "I’ve scored big; you owe me one."

"Speak," prompted Nan Juefeng, clearly impatient, his fingers tapping on the desk.

Han Shuo knew Nan Juefeng’s temper and didn’t push his luck.

"It was Hu Yaohua who snapped up the bid, looking to work with Lu Xingzhou. What’s interesting is that Hu Yaohua has a niece. Her name, coincidentally, is Manman."

At the mention of "Manman," Nan Juefeng’s heart skipped a beat.

He stood up excitedly: "Did you get everything about this Manman? "

"I did, but it’s strange; she seems to be protected by some organization, and there’s very little information available. After a lot of running around, I only managed to gather a bit of useful intel. She was abandoned by her parents as a child and grew up as an orphan. Later, she was adopted and taken abroad, recently returning home. Basically, her age and background match with your Manman."

"Where is she living now?" Nan Juefeng was excited, nearly taking a step forward.

Han Shuo felt the pressure from him and hastily put up a hand: "Brother Feng, calm down, she’s currently studying at Beiying University, new freshman class of 2023, in the music department..."

Before he could finish, Nan Juefeng grabbed his coat and left like the wind.

"Brother Feng, where are you going?"

"To Beiying University."

"Huh? But bro, they don’t allow visitors in the women’s dormitory after 11 PM..."

Han Shuo waved his hand in a theatrical gesture to hold him back.

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