Chapter 39: The Woman Who Wants to Jump

"I remember you didn't like me before…"

Lin Feng, pressing Liang Shishi's waist, murmured.

The "like" he spoke of wasn't the romantic kind between a man and a woman.

Apart from memories after his rebirth, Lin Feng recalled it being when he was in his teens.

Liang Shishi returned home and had an argument with her deceased mother.

She then slammed the door and stormed out.

From start to finish, Liang Shishi only glanced at him twice.

One glance when entering, another when leaving.

Liang Shishi let out a comfortable "mm mm" and said, "I don't like you; you have to find the reason yourself. A dull, introverted boy—women don't like him."

"Then what do you think of me now?"

Lin Feng asked with a smile.

"Hmm…" Liang Shishi thought for a moment, then said, "Smooth‑talking, you really appeal to women. Did you take some medicine? You've changed so much, it's like you're a different person."

"People do change! I'm not the Lin Feng I used to be…" Lin Feng said with a smile.

After recalling the past, he finally got down to business.

"Thirty percent of the shares is three hundred million dollars, which is the whole Great Flag Media, valued at roughly one billion dollars, less than one hundred billion yuan."

Media companies under a hundred billion yuan aren't just one or two domestically; companies over in Xiangjiang have also expanded into the mainland in recent years, and their professionalism is stronger.

"So competition in this field is fierce. Auntie, since you want to grow big and strong, you must have a development plan, right?"

Liang Shishi nodded, "Modern media companies do everything—advertising, live streaming, short videos, TV and movies... even dabble in real estate."

"I, on the other hand, only handle two businesses: advertising and film & TV, focusing on movies. This year's box office is expected to exceed 150 billion, and in a few years, 300 billion, even a hundred billion could be possible."

"Aim for profit within two years, then go public to raise funds; after that, do whatever we can—if we can't, we'll be like you, lying at home as a landlord."

After Liang Shishi finished, Lin Feng chuckled, "So you're also a profit‑driven capitalist! I wonder how many shareholders you'll swindle later."

As soon as the words finished, the phone rang.

Lin Feng picked up the phone and saw it displayed "Cartier Property."

"Hello~"

Lin Feng answered.

"Mr. Lin?"

A woman's slightly frantic voice came from the phone.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Feng furrowed his brows.

"Mr. Lin, I'm the manager of Cartier Property's leasing department. The tenant of your apartment wants to jump off the building and says they need to see you!"

"Damn!"

Lin Feng was startled.

Cartier's place is a high‑end apartment complex, also called a high‑rise villa.

If someone jumps, turning the unit into a haunted house, the loss would be far more than a few million.

Over three hundred square meters, even buying and renovating the place cost more than twelve million.

"What's going on?"

Lin Feng asked anxiously.

The manager explained, "I don't know, seems to be a woman, a single mother, says she suffers from depression or something…"

"I'll be there right away!"

After the manager finished, Lin Feng hung up immediately.

Then he realized his left hand was even more out of control than before.

Liang Shishi, just like last time, held a sofa cushion and covered her head.

"Clap~"

Lin Feng slapped the back of his left hand with his right, "Aunt, it wasn't listening, so I hit it. I have to go right away; otherwise the loss will be huge."

After saying that, Lin Feng grabbed his coat and slipped away.

"Whew~"

After stepping out, Lin Feng let out a sigh.

He could swear that just now it was entirely because he was nervous, his whole attention was on his own house.

Even with a net worth of tens of billions, a single loss of over ten million would still hurt.

"Ding~"

The elevator doors opened.

Lin Feng quickly steadied himself and stepped into the elevator.

Half an hour later, Lin Feng arrived at the foot of Building One in the Fugui Cartier Community.

Dozens of uniformed security guards were setting up inflatable cushions, one of them holding a megaphone, loudly urging.

Outside the eighth‑floor window, a young woman with long loose hair wearing a white slip dress stood on the ledge outside the window.

The young woman's face was beautiful and her figure was great...

"Damn!"

Lin Feng suddenly snapped back to his senses.

What time is it, still thinking about admiring someone's beauty.

A crowd gathered downstairs, pointing at the woman about to jump.

Only, most people wear a worried expression.

If this woman really jumps to her death, the owners of the entire building will share the bad luck.

Fortunately, it's inside the residential complex.

If it were on the main road outside, someone might shout loudly, urging the woman to jump quickly so as not to waste his time…

Lin Feng turned and ran into the stairwell, pressing the elevator button.

But the elevator stopped at the eighth floor and didn't respond for over ten seconds.

Lin Feng had to climb the stairs, rushing up to the eighth floor in one go.

When he reached the eighth floor, he found the hallway packed with people; room 804 was locked, and two police officers were trying to open the door.

But it was a state-of-the-art alloy security door; if it were deadbolted from inside, no amount of force could kick it open.

Trying to pick the lock was even more impossible.

"I am Lin Feng, the owner of this apartment."

After Lin Feng stepped forward, he introduced himself.

"Mr. Lin, you're here. Do you have a key?"

A police officer asked.

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "Even if there were a key, if it's deadbolted from inside, it can't be opened."

At that moment...

"Cackle~"

A few crisp sounds came from inside.

Then a girl who looked six or seven, doll-like in appearance, opened the door.

Each of the two police officers stepped forward to hold the girl, while the other rushed inside.

Lin Feng quickly reached the living‑room window, stuck his head out and said to the young woman standing at the window edge, "Ms. Han, I am Lin Feng; Lin Xiangdong is my father, and I am now the owner of this apartment. Aren't you looking for me?"

Her surname is Han, and her given name is Han Xiang.

This apartment wasn't rented from Lin Feng; three years ago it was rented from his late father, Lin Xiangdong.

He signed a three‑year lease in one go, paying yearly.

With an area of over 300 square meters, the monthly rent was 30,000, amounting to 360,000 a year.

With that money, one could buy a house in a third‑ or fourth‑tier city.

"So you are Lin Feng?"

Han Xiang turned her head, sized up Lin Feng, and asked lightly.

Lin Feng nodded.

Han Xiang said, "Your father said you were handsome; indeed, not bad!"

"Stop talking, come in quickly; it's dangerous outside. Aren't you looking for me? Come inside and say it," Lin Feng said anxiously.

"Where is your father? I'm looking for your father."

Han Xiang was unmoved and asked.

Lin Feng said, "My father passed away in March."

Han Xiang's expression darkened, and she said lightly, "I'm bankrupt, buried in debt. Your father was a kind old man; I intended to entrust Xiao Yuer to his care, but... it seems Xiao Yuer doesn't have that fate."

After speaking, she turned her head to look down.

Lin Feng exclaimed, "How much do you owe? I'll lend you the money! Please don't take your life; no amount of money is worth a life! Moreover, are you really willing to abandon your own daughter without caring for her?"

Han Xiang laughed, "Stop lying; you're just trying to coax me back. Since I jumped, this apartment is now worthless."

Lin Feng was on the brink of madness.

He thought, "If you wanted to jump, go to the overpass outside! Why ruin my house?!"

At that moment, Han Xiang closed her eyes and spread her arms.

Lin Feng was startled and leapt.

As he vaulted out of the window, his left foot planted on the sill, his left hand gripping the sill, and with his right hand he reached around to clasp Han Xiang's waist.