Chapter 56: Keep an Eye on Lin Feng—Don’t Let Him Lose a Single Hair!

"Who is it?"

Chu Lingshuang's slender fingers danced across her phone.

The next moment, Yu Xueyan replied, "It's Zhao Fei, the son of the CEO of Zhao Decoration Company."

She quickly sent another message, "The security guard at Baohua Community saw more than a dozen men go in, felt unsafe, and reported it to the surrounding companies."

Baohua Community?

Chu Lingshuang frowned. Wasn’t that the neighborhood where Xia Qingqing rented her apartment?

She glanced at the time—half past midnight.

How amusing.

Her lips curled into a faint smile, a ruthless glimmer flashing in her eyes.

She had only warned Lin Feng a few hours ago, and yet he couldn’t resist, rushing to Xia Qingqing’s home in the middle of the night?

Excellent.

This man never failed to dance right across her line.

Yu Xueyan grew anxious as she waited for a reply that never came, quickly sending another message: "Miss, there are more than a dozen men. The surveillance shows Lin Feng got into their car, I’m afraid..."

She truly was worried—Lin Feng was currently the hot topic.

Yu Xueyan wasn’t foolish. Just observing Miss’s abnormal behavior over these few days made it clear she’d developed some unique feelings for this man.

Miss had never acted this way toward anyone else.

If Lin Feng got into trouble now, she’d have to endure Miss’s gloomy mood for days on end.

Seeing the message, Chu Lingshuang sneered coldly.

What a joke—he managed to defeat her family's shadow guards with his hands locked, would he be afraid of this?

Still, a dozen men was quite a crowd. If Lin Feng got hurt again, that would be less than ideal.

Chu Lingshuang narrowed her eyes and typed, "Send a few people over. Don’t show yourselves—just make sure he’s safe."

The implication was subtle.

Yu Xueyan understood instantly, hurriedly opening her contacts and dialing, commanding, "Zhang Peng, pick a few skilled men and go to the Zhao residence. Don’t show yourselves—secretly watch over Lin Feng. Make sure he doesn’t lose a single hair!"

...

Inside Villa No. 6 of the Zhao family, Lin Feng sat with an air of authority, a small table beside him, sipping tea and sneering at Zhao Fei.

Zhao Fei, meanwhile, was so frightened he pressed himself against the villa wall.

He trembled as he looked at Lin Feng, voice quivering, "Big brother, what do you want to discuss? Just say it!"

Lin Feng put down his cup with a cheerful smile. The maid beside him knelt quickly, refilling it.

Lin Feng glanced up—well, the service was thorough.

Being waited on felt rather nice.

He wasn’t in a hurry to drink again, but instead smiled "kindly" at Zhao Fei. "I just want to know—how did you find out Xia Qingqing’s address?"

"I don’t know!" Zhao Fei cried, "The surveillance in that area is strict, I don’t have access!"

"Oh?"

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, picked up the cup from the table, and hurled it to the floor.

A sharp crash echoed through the living room.

The maid flinched, dropping to a squat, head lowered, trembling all over.

Zhao Fei was so terrified he wet himself, pleading for mercy, "Have mercy, big brother! I’m not lying—those neighborhoods are all big companies, even if I wanted to investigate, it would take days!"

His pale face showed true fear.

Lin Feng pressed on, "Then how did you track us down?"

Zhao Fei, desperate to avoid another beating, curled up and shouted, "I memorized your taxi’s license plate, then checked with the taxi driver group..."

"Big brother, I’ll never dare again, please spare me..."

For a grown man, he wept like a child. Lin Feng curled his lip.

As long as he didn’t know Xia Qingqing’s precise address, it was fine. Most residents in that area worked for Yihan Group; from Zhao Fei’s words, he wouldn’t dare make trouble there.

Lin Feng rolled his neck, stood up slowly, and warned coldly, "I’m telling you—if you ever trouble Xia Qingqing again, it won’t be as simple as tonight!"

"Yes, yes, I’ll never dare again, never!" Zhao Fei nodded frantically, head bobbing like a drum.

Lin Feng snorted, gave Zhao Fei a cold glance, and walked straight out of the villa.

Once Lin Feng was out the door, Zhao Fei’s furious roar erupted.

"Fourth, damn you—what a mess you’ve made! You can’t even tie a man properly!"

The red-haired thug who’d been playing dead on the floor scrambled over, crying, "Big brother, it’s a misunderstanding, I really didn’t know he could break free..."

"Useless!"

Zhao Fei bellowed, gritting his teeth, "Find out his identity. He dared to hit me—I’ll make sure he can’t walk away from this!"

If he couldn’t deal with Xia Qingqing, he’d handle Lin Feng instead!

"Yes, yes!" Red-hair nodded desperately, struggling to his feet and shaking awake the others lying on the floor.

Zhao Fei’s face was livid with rage.

He caught sight of the stunned maid still sitting nearby, and his anger flared anew. "What are you staring at? Go get me a pair of pants!"

...

Lin Feng had just reached the southern villa district when he saw a white car pull in.

He didn’t pay it much mind, shifting to the side, but the car stopped right in front of him.

When the window rolled down, Lin Feng was surprised.

Cao Siyuan?

"Old Lin, what a coincidence!" Cao Siyuan looked at him in astonishment.

Lin Feng smiled, "Just handling some business."

"Oh, oh," Cao Siyuan nodded, then seemed to remember something, "Old Lin, I’ve heard about your family’s situation. Are you doing alright lately?"

His face was full of concern, and Lin Feng could see it.

"That’s no longer my family. Thank you, Old Cao."

He spoke as if the matter had nothing to do with him; his expression remained unchanged.

Cao Siyuan’s gaze grew meaningful, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he chuckled, "Honestly, without you, the Xu family is nothing. I had a meeting with Xu Jie the other day—he couldn’t sit or stand properly, I really don’t know what to say..."

Lin Feng hadn’t expected Cao Siyuan to say this. He didn’t want to discuss the Xu family any further, so he changed the subject.

"Let’s not talk about that. How’s your company doing now?"

"Much the same. Back when you were around, we signed a contract and made some money," Cao Siyuan replied. "These days, nothing’s easy. My factory’s orders are dropping every quarter."

Factory?

Lin Feng suddenly recalled that Cao Siyuan did run a factory—a food processing plant. With milk tea and snacks booming these past years, and since Lin Feng had led the Xu family’s logistics business, they’d signed a contract together, making a tidy profit.

His eyes brightened. "Old Cao, does your factory need people? Let me work there and earn some pocket money!"