Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law

Chapter 1572: Chapter 1572: Meeting Jing Wuming Again!

After receiving these helpful messages from Xiang Tiandong, Jiang Feng was well-informed, but he still pretended as if nothing had happened, returning home to carefully prepare breakfast for the girls.

Very quickly, a pot of steaming hot seafood noodle soup was ready, its aroma wafting around. From upstairs, Nangong Qingcheng, Chu Feifei, Liu Shiyuan, and from downstairs Zhang Qinyao, almost simultaneously followed the scent out, even Baili Xiyue, who always loved to sleep in, woke up and curiously came to the kitchen.

"Wow, Uncle, your cooking smells delicious! We haven’t had it in ages, what kind of noodles are these?"

Chu Feifei, barefoot, hopped into the kitchen, poking her head in and asking.

"Seafood noodle soup, hurry to freshen up, you can eat soon." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Okay!"

Chu Feifei, like a little greedy cat, hurried off to the restroom, followed quickly by Zhang Qinyao and Liu Shiyuan.

Nangong Qingcheng gave Jiang Feng a tender, rotating glance, truly, it’s nice having him at home, being able to eat such delicious breakfast, though, alas, he now has the habit of not staying home, and can’t be managed...

Then, Nangong Qingcheng went to the restroom too.

The kitchen suddenly left only Baili Xiyue, who misunderstood Jiang Feng’s intentions. Squinting her charming eyes, she asked sweetly, "Hey, did you make this especially to nourish me?"

"Ahem!"

Jiang Feng was suddenly at a loss, glanced outside, luckily Nangong Qingcheng didn’t hear.

"You’re not pregnant, what to nourish?"

"Just because I’m not pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t be nourished, aren’t there enough things you’ve wronged me with?" Baili Xiyue rudely rolled her eyes at Jiang Feng.

"... Hurry and freshen up, I’m about to serve the bowls."

Jiang Feng was a bit scared of this girl now, grateful she knew to hide their affair, otherwise, if their relationship got exposed, Nangong Qingcheng would surely be heartbroken.

Once the girls finished freshening up, Jiang Feng served the noodles, and they enjoyed a delightful breakfast.

Afterwards, Nangong Qingcheng, Chu Feifei, Zhang Qinyao, and Liu Shiyuan went to school for classes, while Baili Xiyue headed to Fengming for work.

Jiang Feng accompanied Baili Xiyue to the company, but didn’t go upstairs, instead stopping in front of a small car repair shop opposite the company.

This inconspicuous car repair shop in the bustling center of surrounding tall buildings seemed out of place, even appeared as a metaphorical holdout, yet it’s always been there unnoticed.

And its owner was actually a young man, very low-key, now repairing high heels for a female professional.

The woman looked exactly like an office worker from a nearby building, wearing sheer black pantyhose, her small feet exposed to the air, coming specifically to replace a broken heel.

But if observed carefully, one would find her eyes always intentionally or unintentionally glancing at the young man repairing cars for her, corners of her eyes carrying some shyness and coyness.

"It’s done, good as new. Be careful when wearing them, these heels are so high, don’t sprain your ankle."

The young man handed back the high heels to the woman, saying.

The woman finally withdrew her gaze, gently slipping her black pantyhosed feet into the high heels, opened her clutch purse, and took out a delicate Apple phone.

"What’s your WeChat number, young man? Let’s add friends, I’ll transfer the payment to you."

"What’s the point? It’s just ten bucks, you can scan the code, it’s right there." The young man rather insensitively waved at the paper sign hanging beside, which was indeed a WeChat QR code.

The woman was a bit disappointed, usually many would ask for her WeChat, but for once she’s taking the initiative to add someone, yet the person wasn’t interested.

So, she was embarrassed to insist and could only resentfully glare at the young man, humming sweetly as she left.

Jiang Feng watched this scene, shaking his head helplessly.

What is a straight man? This is a straight man! Straighter than him!

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and tossed another to the young man.

The young man caught it deftly, clenched it in his mouth, picked up a lighter on the side and lit it, then tossed the lighter back to Jiang Feng.

"Why are you running a stall here?" Jiang Feng sat down humorously on a small stool opposite the young man, asking.

This man was indeed the long unseen Jing Wuming!

In fact, the first time Heizi took him to Fengming’s new company yesterday, Jiang Feng had already noticed this repair shop, immediately recognizing the stall owner as Jing Wuming.

Back then, this guy was lying on a rocking chair like an old master, fanning with a palm fan, covering his face with a straw hat, looking like a carefree hermit.

Today, unexpectedly, he was repairing shoes!

"Didn’t you tell me to protect your women well?" Jing Wuming didn’t seem surprised at all to see Jiang Feng coming along, leisurely dragged on his smoke, lay back into the rocking chair, and crossed his legs.

"But you don’t have to be so comical." Jiang Feng chuckled in disbelief, who could think this combat-obsessed strongman would have such a hobby.

"These days, everyone relies on craftsmanship to get by, is it so strange?" Jing Wuming hummed.

"Why are you repairing shoes at a car repair shop?"

"It’s called having multiple skills isn’t suppressive."

"Oh, come on!" Jiang Feng laughed and scolded, "I say, you’re really something, in this regard, you’re even less perceptive than Heizi, didn’t you notice that girl was interested in you? A beauty ignoring the quirky gazes around to come fix her shoe here, do you really think her heel simply broke? Her eyes never left you."

Honestly speaking, Jing Wuming was truly handsome.

His features were neatly defined, yet he maintained a scruffy appearance, with a patchy beard that tarnished his charming face.

Additionally, his scars on his left cheek were noticeable, further highlighting a different kind of masculinity that proved most alluring to those delicate office ladies.

"Enough, mind yourself first, I think you’re entangled in a mess with women."

Jing Wuming bluntly said, "On that note, why did you come to me? I’m relaxing here."

"Sure, I see you’re relaxed, came here mainly for two things."

Jiang Feng couldn’t be bothered to talk circles with him, a martial art fanatic straight man like him probably can’t understand what women are like, directly said, "Firstly, my women ordered you to be the deputy head of the security department in the company, of course, it’s me recommending it, you have no choice, whether you like it or not, when I’m not around, you’re in charge of protecting them."

Jing Wuming immediately glared wide-eyed, helping protect is no problem, he’d risk his life dedicatedly, but putting him as some sort of deputy minister, he clearly didn’t want that, was about to retort, but Jiang Feng quickly raised his hand to cut him off, "As for the second matter, it’s even more important!"