"Director Feng, you’re too polite. Today, I’m the one who came unannounced, and I should be the one apologizing. Sorry to trouble you and your wife with this fuss."

"Please don’t say that," Feng Jianxiang waved his hands, "If it weren’t for you, I’d still be struggling under Wang Bin’s pressure, unable to catch my breath. How could I have the success I enjoy today? All of this is thanks to Miss An, and I always keep it in mind."

An Yiqing lowered her eyes and smiled. Feng Jianxiang was indeed a smart man; with just a few simple words, he clearly stated his position.

"Since Director Feng says so, I won’t beat around the bush. I’ve come today to ask for a favor."

Feng Jianxiang sat upright, "Please, Miss An, go ahead."

"It’s like this: besides the land in Central, I have several other plots under construction, which are registered under Qianming Real Estate Company. In the coming days, it is likely that the Jiang Family and Prosperous Real Estate will disrupt the construction on those plots."

"Is such a thing possible?!" Feng Jianxiang frowned, "Don’t worry, Miss An, I’ll arrange for my people to patrol twenty-four hours a day, ensuring the perpetrators are brought to justice, bringing peace to you and the public!"

Unexpectedly, An Yiqing shook her head with a smile.

"No, Director Feng, my request is quite the opposite. I hope you can act according to the public opinion, do you understand?"

Feng Jianxiang was taken aback, confused.

"Jiang Zirong and Prosperous Real Estate plan to smear Qianming Real Estate Company. At that time, as the person in charge of Qianming, Mr. Jacob will surely be investigated by the police. Director Feng, I hope you can follow the rules and not show bias because of me," An Yiqing explained with a gentle smile.

"But this will be to your..." Feng Jianxiang was full of questions.

"Director Feng, rest assured, I never fight unprepared battles. Some people, the higher they’re lifted, the harder they’ll fall, right?"

Looking into An Yiqing’s eyes filled with a chilling determination, Feng Jianxiang suddenly felt sorry for Jiang Zirong and Prosperous Real Estate. While their enemy was excited, this young woman had already mastered all their movements and intentions. This kind of terrifying mindset and ability—Jiang Zirong was utterly foolish to provoke her over and over again!

"Alright, since Miss An requests it, I’ll handle it through regular procedures. But rest assured, the police station is a place that upholds the law; there will be no violent enforcement! You can rest assured of this!" Feng Jianxiang guaranteed.

"Good, then I’ll rely on you, Director Feng!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Meanwhile, Su Yue’e had finished preparing the meal, and Feng Jianxiang’s elderly parents had returned home from the park.

"Mom and Dad, this is my noble, Miss An Yiqing," Feng Jianxiang introduced the young lady to the elderly at the dining table.

The old folks didn’t quite understand the concept of a ’noble’ patron, they only saw a lovely young woman in front of them and found her likable.

"Miss An, these are just some ordinary home-cooked dishes. I hope you won’t mind. However, my daughter’s-in-law cooking is quite good, hehe," the elderly lady said with a cheerful smile.

An Yiqing glanced at Su Yue’e, whose face was slightly flushed, and smiled kindly at the elderly lady, "I don’t mind at all. I love home-cooked meals the most."

"That’s good, that’s good."

The elderly lady seemed very amiable, while the old gentleman had been silent, focusing on his meal since he entered.

"Miss An, my dad has some dementia. Please don’t take offense," Feng Jianxiang explained quickly, worried that An Yiqing might take it out on his father.

An Yiqing chuckled and shook her head, "Director Feng, I’m not that petty. Don’t worry. Based on his appearance, he’s probably had dementia for a few years, right?"

Feng Jianxiang was momentarily stunned, suddenly recalling An Yiqing’s other identity.

"Miss An, you..."

An Yiqing looked at him and smiled, "Let’s talk after the meal."

Throughout the meal, Feng Jianxiang was both surprised and delighted. With An Yiqing here, perhaps his father’s condition might improve!

After the meal, the usually filial Feng Jianxiang unusually did not let the two elders return to their room to rest but instead brought them and his wife to the living room.

"Miss An, what do you think..." he said, a bit at a loss, as the Feng family looked on in confusion.

An Yiqing stood up, walked to the old gentleman’s side, took his hand, and began to check his pulse. Then, amid the Feng family’s bewilderment, she gently felt the old man’s head.

"Is it dementia caused by a cerebral infarction due to the blockage in the cerebral blood vessels?" she asked after a moment.

Feng Jianxiang was shocked and nodded repeatedly. He couldn’t believe An Yiqing arrived at the same conclusion with just a few touches as the hospital did after several days of examination.