Chapter 91: If There Are No Objections, Just Sign It

Feng Tingshen heard this but didn’t look away from his phone. “Alright.”

Rong Ci, seeing him agree, finally relaxed.

The old lady had been speaking with the butler and hadn’t heard what they said; seeing they were actually talking, she smiled happily.

After dinner, the old lady had someone bring out Rong Ci’s Chinese medicine.

Feng Tingshen left the dining hall to make a phone call.

Rong Ci had just finished drinking the medicine and was leaving the dining hall when she heard the sound of a car.

Rong Ci paused: “He went out?”

The old lady frowned: “Yes, in such a hurry—no idea where he’s off to.”

Rong Ci frowned, guessing he’d probably gone to Xundu to help Lin Wu again.

But he’d promised to talk with her later.

She hoped he’d come back tonight.

But Feng Tingshen didn’t return.

There had been a lot going on at Xundu these past few days.

After breakfast at the ancestral home, Rong Ci and Yu Moxun met directly at the entrance to Xundu.

When they arrived at Xundu, Lin Wu and the others were already there.

Yu Moxun: “So early? Didn’t you work late last night?”

“We did,” said Quan Zong. “But to meet the deadline, we came in early—really pushing ourselves.”

Yu Moxun didn’t bother commenting; Rong Ci focused on her own work.

More than an hour later, as Rong Ci was about to head to the restroom, Feng Tingshen appeared.

This time, he didn’t seem to be here for Lin Wu.

After entering, he nodded from afar to Lin Wu in the conference room, then walked over to them.

Yu Moxun: “Feng Zong, what brings you here?”

Feng Tingshen: “I took some time these past two days to look into the system you built. It’s quite impressive. But I have a few ideas I’d like to discuss with both of you.”

Yu Moxun glanced at Rong Ci, then said: “Feng Zong, please go ahead.”

Rong Ci hesitated, then said: “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom first. You two go ahead.”

Yu Moxun and Feng Tingshen nodded.

As Rong Ci returned from the restroom, just a few steps from Feng Tingshen and Yu Moxun, a sharp cry rang out from the conference room: “Lin Zongjian!”

Then came a burst of commotion.

Rong Ci was about to turn her head when she saw Feng Tingshen’s expression change—he rushed toward the conference room, brushing past her shoulder with such force that she staggered, nearly falling. Yu Moxun hurried over and steadied her: “Are you alright?”

Rong Ci pressed her hand to the shoulder he’d hit and shook her head: “I’m fine.”

As she spoke, she saw Feng Tingshen enter the conference room, scoop up Lin Wu, and carry her out quickly—then vanish.

Quan Zong rushed over: “What happened to Lin Zongjian?”

“She fainted,” said Zhang Zong. “Probably overworked.”

Remembering how Feng Tingshen had nearly knocked Rong Ci over in his panic for Lin Wu, Yu Moxun’s face darkened. He gritted his teeth: “She won’t die from exhaustion!”

Quan Zong: “...”

Seeing Yu Moxun so angry, he chuckled nervously: “Moxun, Feng Zong’s just worried about Lin Zongjian. You shouldn’t—”

Yu Moxun stared at Rong Ci: “Shut up.”

Quan Zong: “...”

Fine.

He fell silent.

Rong Ci truly didn’t care. Seeing Yu Moxun’s worried expression, she smiled: “It’s not that bad. The pain’s almost gone.”

Yu Moxun pressed his lips together: “Go home and rest?”

Rong Ci shook her head, patted his shoulder, and said: “I’m not that fragile. Let’s keep working.”

“Mm.” Yu Moxun muttered, then couldn’t help asking: “You’ve been separated so long—why haven’t you finalized the divorce yet?”

Rong Ci said: “I’d like to know too.”

Last night, the thing she’d wanted to talk to Feng Tingshen about was exactly this.

She wanted to know when they could officially divorce.

But Feng Tingshen had left suddenly last night—and forgotten his promise.

Yu Moxun: “Get it done quickly.”

Rong Ci: “I know.”

At lunch, Zhang Zong came over to say Lin Wu was fine and Feng Tingshen had taken her home to rest.

She hadn’t finished the medicine the old lady had prepared for her.

That evening, after leaving Xundu, Rong Ci returned to the ancestral home.

But Feng Tingshen didn’t come back that night.

Rong Ci pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and called him.

No one answered.

Rong Ci put her phone down.

Xundu’s matters weren’t fully settled, but Changmo’s work couldn’t be neglected.

The next morning, Rong Ci and Yu Moxun returned to Changmo to handle some tasks, then went back to Xundu in the afternoon.

After this afternoon, there shouldn’t be much left to do at Xundu.

They wouldn’t need to come here often anymore.

Thinking of this, Yu Moxun was pleased. He told Rong Ci: “I’m never setting foot in Xundu again. I can’t take this humiliation.”

Rong Ci smiled: “Alright.”

When they arrived at Xundu that afternoon, Lin Wu and the others were no longer in a meeting.

But Lin Wu had returned to work—she looked busy, as always.

Whether Lin Wu was well or not didn’t concern Rong Ci or Yu Moxun.

They only wanted to finish today’s work and say goodbye to Xundu!

Finally, around five in the afternoon, their work was done.

They’d rarely need to come here again.

But Changmo still had tasks to handle, so Rong Ci and Yu Moxun had to return to Changmo.

As they reached the lobby, they ran into Feng Tingshen and Lin Wu exiting another elevator.

All of them froze.

Feng Tingshen walked over and said: “I heard your work on the system is nearly finished. Thank you, Yu Zong.”

Yu Moxun replied coolly: “Feng Zong is too kind. It’s my duty.”

Feng Tingshen added: “I’m very satisfied with the system you built. I hope we can collaborate again in the future.”

Yu Moxun: “...Feng Zong flatters us.”

Though he said that, he and Rong Ci had already added Xundu to their blacklist.

As they spoke, they reached the underground parking lot.

Feng Tingshen was about to speak when a figure suddenly darted from the side, wielding a dagger, charging straight at him.

Rong Ci and Yu Moxun, focused on leaving, didn’t notice at first.

When Rong Ci finally saw it, her eyes widened: “Xiao—”

She was far from Feng Tingshen. Lin Wu, closer, reacted instantly—she shoved Feng Tingshen aside. The dagger plunged into her chest. Blood instantly spread.

The attacker was subdued. Feng Tingshen’s face turned ashen as he lifted the wounded Lin Wu and rushed into the car.

The car vanished from Rong Ci and Yu Moxun’s sight in moments.

Yu Moxun pulled Rong Ci: “Let’s go.”

Rong Ci snapped back: “Alright...”

That night, when Rong Ci returned to the ancestral home, Feng Tingshen wasn’t there.

In fact, over the next two days, Feng Tingshen never returned to the ancestral home.

Feng Jingxin likely knew Lin Wu was injured—she slipped out of the ancestral home the same night Lin Wu was hurt.

Only one final dose of the medicine remained.

On Friday, Rong Ci returned to the ancestral home, planning to finish the medicine and leave.

When she arrived, she discovered Feng Tingshen had come back.

She paused, remembered the divorce, and went upstairs.

Feng Tingshen was in the second-floor parlor. Qi Yuming was there too.

Seeing her, they turned. Feng Tingshen said: “You’re back.”

Rong Ci: “Mm.”

She wouldn’t ask about Lin Wu.

So she wouldn’t ask how Lin Wu was doing.

They didn’t need to avoid Qi Yuming when discussing the divorce—she said directly: “The other day I said—”

But Feng Tingshen didn’t let her finish. He said: “Take a look at this. If there are no objections, sign it.”