Chapter 1315: Chapter 685: Innocent People Implicated

Although it seems like Jia Yuanwu bears some responsibility for this matter, he doesn’t accept it.

He was merely asking Bian Xiangrong for a small favor, and maybe even offered a benefit.

As for the trouble caused by Bian Xiangrong’s subordinates later, it has nothing to do with him.

Blame Bian Xiangrong’s unlucky subordinate for buying that second-hand motorcycle.

Therefore, Jia Yuanwu absolutely won’t go all out to help Bian Xiangrong resolve this matter.

In fact, his words just now weren’t completely false; the young master is a spoiled late-born child of his family, known for his arrogance in Lu City.

Anyone in Lu City remotely connected to that level knows of this young master’s reputation, often warning their younger generations not to get involved or have any conflict with him.

His family is extremely protective of him, especially his mother, who dotes on him heavily. Now that her son has had a rib broken, how could she let it slide?

If Jia Yuanwu helped Bian Xiangrong make peace, he might end up being resented, and besides, he doesn’t have that kind of influence.

Even if he pleaded with one or two powerful figures he knew to intervene, it would be a huge favor and clearly not worth it for Bian Xiangrong.

Upon hearing this, Bian Xiangrong was naturally angry; Jia Yuanwu was completely dismissing him. But he had the reason to do so.

Bian Xiangrong knew he couldn’t persuade Jia Yuanwu any further and could only suppress his anger, softening his tone, "President Jia, then I’ll have to trouble you to pass a message, saying I’m willing to represent our company to apologize to them and I’m willing to pay whatever compensation is needed."

"Alright, I understand. I’ll ask someone to pass the message later; wait for my news."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

After hanging up the phone, Bian Xiangrong couldn’t resist picking up the ashtray on the table and smashed it onto the ground. However, the quality of this glass ashtray was really good, it didn’t break, but scattered the cigarette ashes and butts all over the place.

"Damn it! I was doing this for you and caught in this bad luck, and you just wash your hands off it. If I get in trouble, you won’t have it easy either."

In his heart, Bian Xiangrong fiercely swore, knowing Jia Yuanwu was no good man. The two had long collaborated several times on loan and lending businesses, and much of the money he lent was embezzled from company funds.

Despite being a shareholder in the Zhongsen Chain Supermarket, he wasn’t a major shareholder, let alone the largest. The law, company regulations, and policies didn’t permit him to embezzle company money at will for lending.

So, he’s committing a crime!

In the past, their cooperation had been smooth, so Bian Xiangrong naturally wouldn’t expose him.

But if Bian Xiangrong ended up in trouble this time and got caught, he would certainly report Jia Yuanwu’s wrongdoing.

...

Chen Feng knew nothing about the affairs between Bian Xiangrong and Jia Yuanwu; instead, he and Yu Xiaohui were in the room talking cheerfully, reminiscing about old times or chatting idly about everything and anything.

Overall, it was very pleasant.

Unknowingly, their chat went on until ten o’clock in the evening. Chen Feng felt a little hungry and suggested going out for a late-night snack.

Yu Xiaohui gladly accepted, even though she wasn’t very hungry, the thought of strolling out of the hotel with Chen Feng was appealing.

Neither drove nor walked far, just wandered nearby and found a Sha County snack place, where Chen Feng took her inside.

They ordered two trays of steaming dumplings and two stew bowls, reasonably priced, and the flavor wasn’t bad either; no wonder the place still had quite a few customers at that time, business was quite good.

After finishing their late-night snack, they slowly walked back to the hotel.

Then, Chen Feng received a call from Qin Zhen.

"Where are you? Are you back in Xiu Zhou?" Qin Zhen asked curtly.

"No, still around my hometown. Is there something up?"

"That ten thousand yuan reward you mentioned last time has been approved. When can you go to the city bureau to collect it?"

Qin Zhen was referring to the reward for Chen Feng having captured the fugitive Gao Xinfu, ten thousand yuan, a significant amount for regular folks.

But for someone like Chen Feng, now owning billions, it didn’t mean much; he didn’t even feel like collecting it.

So, he said, "Just donate it for me, donate it to the police department to improve their office environment."

"That’s not allowed, against regulations. If you really want to, donate later. But you must collect this bonus."

Suddenly, Chen Feng felt a bit helpless and worried, asking, "Don’t tell me they want to photograph me or have media interviews? Can I refuse?"

Qin Zhen chuckled, "Initially, yes, but I told them you don’t like that and it’s not safe, so they exempted you. When you go, it’s just filling out a form and signing."

"Thanks." Hearing this, Chen Feng secretly sighed in relief; he didn’t want media exposure or becoming a viral sensation, those weren’t the kinds of spotlight he desired.

"Let’s leave it at that; it’s best if you go tomorrow, but no later than two days."

"Got it."

After speaking, they amicably hung up the call, no need for unnecessary words.

Yu Xiaohui, who was listening nearby, didn’t hear Qin Zhen’s part but roughly grasped some things, curiously asking, "What donation? And what media interview?"

Yu Xiaohui wasn’t aware of the episode about Chen Feng with the murderous fugitive Gao Xinfu. Thinking carefully, Chen Feng decided to explain.

After listening, Yu Xiaohui was shocked; she had never imagined Chen Feng would encounter such terrifying matters. If not for his genuine demeanor, she might have thought he was bluffing.

"You really had a narrow escape this time." Yu Xiaohui spoke with a bit of lingering fear and admiration, "Never expected you’d confront a murderer, be taken hostage, and eventually overpower him. How are you so fearless? Weren’t you scared at the time?"

Chen Feng smiled confidently, "Believe it or not, I used to fear death, but now, I truly don’t."

"Then tell me, why aren’t you afraid of dying now?" Yu Xiaohui stared at him curiously.

Of course, Chen Feng wouldn’t straightforwardly admit he’d developed cancer and could die at any moment, which was why he was fearless.

He merely chuckled, saying, "It’s a secret; can’t tell you."

He didn’t want to lie to her, so he chose to say this.

"Come on, I’m really curious." Yu Xiaohui urged, snuggling up to him, tugging at his arm and teasing playfully.

Oddly enough, this tactic worked.

Although their relationship was already quite close, this was the first time she acted coquettishly and playfully like this, giving Chen Feng a deep sense of satisfaction.

Despite Yu Xiaohui being thirty years old and mother to two kids, she evidently retained a teenage girl’s heart.