Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

"Mr. Ye, don’t scare me..." Zhang Youting’s voice was trembling.

"Why would I scare you?" Ye Feng walked over and rubbed her hair. "Alright, don’t worry about this for now. Go back to the company and help Sister Xuan with the handover of the company. I’ll get Brother Zhao to follow up on the charity project."

"But..."

"No buts." Ye Feng’s tone was unquestionable. "Be obedient."

Zhang Youting looked at him and bit her lips. "But you... You must be careful."

"I know." Ye Feng smiled.

The two of them quickly packed up and drove away from the mountain village.

When they returned to the city, Ye Feng sent Zhang Youting to Lingyun Real Estate and watched her walk into the building before turning the car around and driving in another direction.

He had to take care of the "Wang Wengong’s Collected Works" first.

Although 68 million was nothing compared to three billion, it was still worth it. Moreover, this sum of money could make up for the losses of the charity project and also reassure Zhang Youting and Chen Xuan.

When the car drove past an old street, Ye Feng suddenly stepped on the brakes.

There was a qipao shop by the roadside.

The shop wasn’t big, but the qipaos hanging in the window were all very unique in design and cut. It was not the kind of mass-produced assembly line product. Instead, it clearly reflected the care that went into handcrafted, custom-made items.

One of them was a moon-white qipao with a faint silver orchid pattern embroidered on the collar. The waist was tucked in just right, and the position of the hem was also very particular.

Ye Feng only took a glance, and a figure appeared in his mind-

Xu Jingxin.

She would look beautiful in this qipao.

He opened the door and got out of the car, walking into the shop.

"Sir, did you want to see a qipao?" The owner was a woman in her fifties. She had a gentle temperament and spoke with a Jiangnan accent.

"Show me the moon-white one in the window." Ye Feng said.

The shop owner’s eyes lit up. "Sir, you have good taste. I just made that piece recently. It’s made of Suzhou Song brocade. The orchids on it are hand-embroidered. It took me a whole month to embroider it."

She took the qipao and handed it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng took it. The qipao was smooth and soft with excellent texture. He looked at the embroidery carefully. It was indeed exquisite.

"How much?"

"This is not cheap." The shop owner said, "The materials and craftsmanship are all here. It costs 38,000 yuan."

"Pack it up." Ye Feng was very straightforward.

The owner was a little surprised, but she quickly reacted and went to get a packing box.

"Oh right," Ye Feng said, "Do you have matching shoes?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I have embroidered shoes that are specially made for qipaos. Take a look at this pair..."

Ten minutes later, Ye Feng walked out of the shop with the qipao and shoes.

He sat in the car, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

The phone rang seven or eight times before it was picked up.

"Hello?" Xu Jingxin’s voice was gentle as usual, but if one listened carefully, one could hear a hint of alienation.

"Where are you?" Ye Feng asked.

"School." Xu Jingxin paused. "What’s the matter?"

"I bought you a gift. I’ll take it over to you now?" Ye Feng said.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Ye Feng," Xu Jingxin sighed lightly. "You have been in the Sun Never Sets Empire for more than a month, and it has been a few days since you came back, right? You called me just now?"

"Are you angry?" Ye Feng smiled.

"No, I’m not." Xu Jingxin’s voice was calm. "I just feel that I’m flattered that a busy man like you still remembers me."

The bitterness in her words could not be hidden.

Ye Feng’s smile deepened. "Then I’ll go over and apologize to you?"

"No need, I..."

"I’m in the car. Send me the address. I’ll be there in twenty minutes." Ye Feng interrupted her. "Wait for me at the school gate, or tell me which classroom you are in. I will go there directly."

"At the entrance of the Art College of Shanzhong University." Xu Jingxin compromised.

She was studying the art of guzheng with an old friend.

Twenty minutes later, at the main entrance of the Art College of Shanzhong University.

Ye Feng stopped the car by the road and saw Xu Jingxin walking out of the college’s gate.

She was wearing a light blue knitted sweater with a long white dress. Her long hair was tied loosely, and she exuded a scholarly gentleness. When she saw Ye Feng’s car, she stopped in her tracks and walked over.

Ye Feng pushed the door open and got out of the car, handing her the bag containing the qipao.

"What?" Xu Jingxin did not take it.

"Open it and take a look." Ye Feng said.

Xu Jingxin glanced at him, took the bag, and opened it.

The moon-white qipao glowed softly under the sunlight. The silver orchids on the dress collar were so exquisite that they looked as if they were coming alive.

She was stunned.

"I passed by a shop and thought it suited you, so I bought it." Ye Feng leaned against the car and looked at her. "Try it?"

Xu Jingxin looked up at him with a complicated expression.

After a while, she said softly, "Every time you... It’s always like this."