Chapter 536: Leaving Su Xueyan

At this moment, the Provincial Chief's Residence.

Nightfall descends, the splendid lanterns are just lit.

The Provincial Chief's Residence is situated in a quiet area of the Eastern Suburb of the Provincial Capital, covering a vast area, with green trees providing shade.

The main building of the residence is a three‑story small tower, white walls and gray tiles, appearing plain and low‑key, but the guards at the gate and the surveillance equipment on the wall reveal strict vigilance.

A black sedan slowly stops at the residence's gate.

Zhang Ping cut the engine, turned his head, and looked at Jiang Feng in the back seat, his tone respectful.

"Mr. Jiang, we've arrived."

Jiang Feng nodded, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

The night wind blows in, carrying a hint of coolness.

Jiang Feng stands at the residence's gate, looks up at the small tower, his expression calm.

Just as he steadies himself, the residence's main gate opens.

Xu Yansong strides out from inside.

He wears a dark Zhongshan suit, his hair meticulously combed, a smile on his face, looking very spirited.

Seeing Jiang Feng, Xu Yansong quickly steps forward, his face beaming, and says.

"Mr. Jiang, your esteemed presence is truly my honor!"

His voice is loud, his tone full of enthusiasm.

"Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"

Zhang Ping stands nearby, and witnessing this scene, his heart races.

Originally having him, the Provincial Governor's Secretary Officer, go personally to receive Jiang Feng, in his view already shows that Xu Yansong values Jiang Feng greatly.

After all, Zhang Ping is someone close to the Provincial Governor, normally only responsible for conveying the Governor's orders, never personally receiving anyone.

But he didn't expect Xu Yansong would even go himself to receive someone.

A Provincial Governor personally greets a twenty‑something young man at the gate.

If this spreads, the entire Jiangnan Province will be shaken.

At this moment, in Zhang Ping's mind, Jiang Feng's status has risen by an unknown amount.

He secretly feels relieved that today in Bu Ye Cheng his attitude toward Jiang Feng was still respectful, not offending this lord.

Jiang Feng and Xu Yansong exchanged a few pleasantries, then entered the Provincial Chief's Residence together.

The residence's decor is simple, not as luxurious as imagined, yet every detail exudes meticulousness.

The floor is dark solid wood, the walls display several landscape paintings, the furniture is Chinese‑style, red‑wood tables and chairs, simple yet elegant.

The living room lights are on, the illumination soft, a faint sandalwood scent drifting in the air.

Xu Yansong leads Jiang Feng through the porch into the main hall.

The main hall is spacious, holding a large round table, on which several cold dishes and tableware are already set.

Beside the round table sits a person.

Linghu Xue.

She has changed clothes, wearing a light‑colored dress, hair draped over her shoulders, light makeup on her face.

Her features remain delicate, skin still fair, but her aura is softer than before, no longer so overbearing.

However, her gaze is still sharp, looking at people with a sense of superiority.

Seeing Jiang Feng enter, Linghu Xue slightly furrows her brows, her face showing a surprised expression.

She stands, steps forward proactively, looks at Jiang Feng, then at Xu Yansong, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

"Provincial Governor Xu, you say that the distinguished guest you specially invited for my send‑off is this fellow?"

Linghu Xue's voice is full of tsundere, her chin slightly lifted, her eyes bearing a hint of disdain.

Xu Yansong stands nearby, seeing Linghu Xue's tsundere expression, instantly feels both amused and helpless.

Clearly it was this miss repeatedly calling, saying she was bored staying in the Provincial Capital, wanted someone to talk to, and asked him to arrange it.

He exerted great effort to finally persuade Jiang Feng.

Why does it now seem like his fault?

Xu Yansong feels bitter inside, but dares not show it on his face.

He wouldn't dare argue with Miss Linghu.

Who is Linghu Xue?

She is the miss of the Linghu family, one of Kyoto's Four Great Top-tier Clans, her status noble, background profound.

He, a mere Provincial Governor of Jiangnan, dares not even show any composure before her.

Xu Yansong can only smile along, his voice full of flattery.

"Miss Linghu, your status is noble, about to leave Jiangnan, Mr. Jiang is here especially to see you off!"

He says this while looking pleadingly at Jiang Feng, his gaze full of entreaty.

"Mr. Jiang, please, help me save face."

Jiang Feng, out of Jiang Yan's face, does not expose the truth.

His expression remains calm, he says nothing, only gives a slight nod.

Linghu Xue takes it as true.

In her view, as the miss of the Linghu family, Jiang Feng's behavior is only reasonable.

A country bumpkin from Jiangnan being able to see her off is his honor.

Linghu Xue hums, turns and walks back to the side of the round table, and sits down.

"Since you're here, please have a seat."

Her Tone still carried a few bits of arrogance, but was softer than before.

Jiang Feng said nothing and sat down beside the round table.

Xu Yansong sat on the main seat, Zhang Ping sat at the end seat.

The waiter began serving dishes, one exquisite dish after another was brought out, filling the entire round table.

Xu Yansong raised his cup, Laughter, and said.

"Come, thank Mr. Jiang Hundred busy in the midst of extracting time to come. Also wish Miss Linghu a smooth journey."

Jiang Feng raised his cup and took a sip.

The wine was fine, smooth on the palate, with a lingering aftertaste.

Linghu Xue also raised her cup, took a shallow sip, then set the cup down.

The banquet began.

Everyone ate while chatting idly, the atmosphere was fairly harmonious.

Xu Yansong was good at speaking, constantly adjusting the mood, telling a few jokes, making Linghu Xue occasionally smile.

Zhang Ping sat at the end seat, said little, just ate silently, occasionally echoing a few words.

Jiang Feng also spoke little, quietly ate, occasionally responded to Xu Yansong a few sentences.

After about half an hour, three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes had passed.

At this moment, Linghu Xue suddenly Standing up.

She lifted the cup on the table and walked to Jiang Feng's front.

Jiang Feng lifted his head, looked at her, his expression calm.

Linghu Xue stood before him, looking down from a height, her eyes carrying a few complex emotions.

"Jiang Feng."

She opened, voice not loud, but very Clarity.

"I toast you a cup."

She raised the cup toward Jiang Feng.

The main hall fell quiet, Xu Yansong and Zhang Ping both watched them, not knowing what this Miss would do.

Jiang Feng looked at her and also raised his cup.

The two cups lightly clinked, emitting a crisp sound.

Linghu Xue looked up, drained the wine in the cup in one gulp.

Then she set the cup down, looked at Jiang Feng, her gaze becoming serious.

"I leave tomorrow."

She paused, then continued speaking.

"Before parting, I want to say a few words to you."

Jiang Feng set down his cup, looked at her, said lightly.

"Please speak."

Linghu Xue took a deep breath, like Organization language.

"No matter what status you have, Su Xueyan is not your suitable match; if I were you, I would Immediately leave her!"

Swish!

Accompanying Linghu Xue's words falling, Jiang Feng Pupils suddenly chilled.

A terrifying aura instantly spread from his body.