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Faced with Cheng Yuhuan’s questioning, Chen Feng wasn’t angry. He simply felt even less affection for her than before.

She’s beautiful, undeniably so, but that’s all there is.

To put it simply, Chen Feng really disliked her lifestyle and personality.

He was no longer lacking in beautiful women, had long moved past the stage of merely looking at appearances, and transitioned from judging facial features and body to evaluating a woman’s character and soul.

The women he now appreciated, besides having good looks and body, must have the basic qualities a woman should have, along with an admirable personality and an intriguing soul.

This became Chen Feng’s natural perspective on the opposite sex after interacting with many women.

After all, he’s an educated person, graduated from a prestigious university, having achieved freedom from scarcity and thus, his standards have naturally increased.

With such high standards, Cheng Yuhuan, who has a questionable past and is now married with children, was clearly not someone Chen Feng would consider.

Even though she’s beautiful, well-built, has an alluring voice and captivating eyes, Chen Feng remained completely unmoved.

It can only be said, when it rains it pours; while others go thirsty, some drown.

Other men might find it hard to resist a beauty like Cheng Yuhuan throwing herself at them.

But Chen Feng has been indulging in fine delicacies for a long time and had no interest in this tofu being handed to him on a platter.

Of course, many find tofu delicious regardless of its odor.

But Chen Feng simply doesn’t care for it; everyone has their own preferences.

Now, facing Cheng Yuhuan’s bitter questioning, Chen Feng calmly reiterated: "I’ll say it once; I really have nothing with Chen Guoxiang’s wife. If you don’t believe it, so be it."

Cheng Yuhuan quickly seized upon the inconsistency in his words, questioning again: "Then what about you and Mengyao?"

Chen Feng didn’t bother to lie, speaking frankly: "When Mengyao and I got together, she hadn’t divorced but was separated for two years, effectively divorced. Besides, we share a bond; back in high school, we were seated nearby, frequently interacting. Meanwhile, with you, although classmates for three years, we probably spoke less than ten times. And you haven’t separated or divorced yet; I really don’t want to do something immoral."

Cheng Yuhuan, hearing this, felt stifled but couldn’t refute him.

She had already stated her case, yet Chen Feng wouldn’t accept it. Was she to beg him on her knees?

She too had self-respect.

Cheng Yuhuan could only retain her composure, though her face showed displeasure, she remained silent.

Chen Feng saw her silence and felt no need to speak, focusing on accelerating the car.

With the Ring City Highway, the distance from the city to Yuelou Town was roughly a half-hour drive.

Halfway through their conversation, most of the journey was covered; both now stayed silent, allowing Chen Feng to reach Yuelou Town in under ten minutes.

"Where do you want the car parked?"

Once off the highway, Chen Feng broke the quiet to ask Cheng Yuhuan.

"Near that maternity store."

While still feeling upset inside, Cheng Yuhuan’s expression returned to normal, speaking with a natural tone.

Years of society experience taught her not to reveal anger, to appear composed even if furious inside, embodying dignity.

Moreover, she had her pride; she was once the school beauty, liked by countless men openly and secretly.

Growing up, she’d never pursued a man and never had to actively chase after Chen Feng; yet here, her most proactive attempt was rejected.

This dealt a heavy blow to her confidence and self-esteem; she felt overshadowed by Guo Mengyao, wondering if Chen Feng’s fine looks, money, and masculinity were really that impressive. She vowed to find someone better.

The car soon parked beside that maternity store, Chen Feng reminded her: "We’re here."

Snapping back, Cheng Yuhuan looked outside and pretended to remain natural, nodding slightly: "Alright, I’ll head out first. Let’s keep in touch."

"Okay."

They treated the previous unpleasant conversation as if it hadn’t occurred.

Cheng Yuhuan maintained her composed façade, opened the door, stepped out, closing it behind her, even bending down to wave cheerfully at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng waved back, then quickly started the car, driving off.

Watching Chen Feng leave so swiftly, Cheng Yuhuan angrily stomped her foot; albeit there was nothing she could do about Chen Feng, leaving her sulking.

Chen Feng intended to head straight home for rest after this ordeal, his motivation to find shops had dwindled greatly.

He considered assigning the task to Jin Xinyan, his assistant, or having his uncle Zhao Guozhong handle it.

However, knowing his unreliable uncle, Chen Feng opted out.

Thus, he decided to seek out a shop himself despite feeling discomfort as a wealthy idle man.

On top of today’s mishap, he worried about whether his luck was running out, making him somewhat irritable.

Just then, his phone rang, hanging on the dashboard; a quick glance revealed it was the shop owner from Baijia Square calling, probably ready to negotiate.

Chen Feng quickly stopped the car along the roadside to answer.

"Hello, is this Mr. Chen? My husband and I discussed, if you’re willing to add another 100,000 RMB, we agree to split the taxes. How does that sound?"

Already in a bad mood, hearing requests for more money didn’t please him, coldly he replied: "Not good. I’ve checked; 2 million RMB for your shop is already a premium. If you don’t sell, forget it. Don’t call back wasting my time anymore."

Chen Feng hung up immediately. This female owner was too indecisive, not straightforward.

After repositioning the phone, just as he was about to restart the car, the phone rang again.

Seeing it was the same female owner, Chen Feng hesitated briefly, ready to offer a final chance.

"What is it?" he asked, feigning impatience.

"Fine, fine, we’ll settle at your price. I really must admit, not even a slight increase."

The female owner finally accepted Chen Feng’s bid, lifting his spirits, his tone softened: "My offer is already above market value; I wouldn’t pay this otherwise."

The female owner replied: "We’re urgently needing money for a house; otherwise, we wouldn’t sell. On a long term, Baijia Square’s shop prices are set to rise annually, your purchase surely won’t be a loss."