After dinner, Chen Feng returned to his room and watched TV for a while before his phone began pinging—several won had ssaged him.
Chen Feng glanced at the ssages but found nothing urgent, so he couldn’t be bothered to reply.
As for whether such persistent non-response was impolite or not, Chen Feng didn’t truly care.
He couldn’t afford to waste his ti chatting with these won on WeChat.
He was technically still single, so he should indulge in single man’s hobbies, like reading novels or browsing short videos.
These activities made ti fly, and before he knew it, it was ten at night, and he was ready for sleep. Now, he had an early-to-bed, early-to-rise routine, usually asleep before eleven.
It’s always the case that people start to genuinely care for their health and adjust their routine after falling ill.
Chen Feng was no exception. He tried not to stay up late anymore.
He just didn’t know if maintaining and adhering to this routine would extend his life.
Just as he was about to undress and go to bed, his phone suddenly rang—it was his uncle. He picked up the call without a second thought.
"Feng, can you co to the county town? I’ve got a few friends who’d like to et you," his uncle spoke in a tone typical of an elder over the phone.
Hearing his uncle’s deliberately formal tone, Chen Feng could tell there were people with him—probably the friends he ntioned.
Chen Feng wasn’t about to head out to the county town to et his uncle’s questionable acquaintances at this late hour. He declined flatly, "I’m not interested in eting them. I’m going to sleep."
Chen Feng’s tone wasn’t exactly pleasant, but on the other end, his uncle continued in the sa high-handed manner, "Ah, what’s that? You’re in the city? What are you doing there? Oh, visiting and giving New Year gifts, I see. Okay, understood, understood. We’ll do it another ti, then. Well, that’s all, I’ll hang up now."
And with those made-up excuses, his uncle hung up.
Chen Feng was speechless for a good while, holding the phone before finally setting it down.
He really had to hand it to his uncle, who had quite the knack for acting—it would be a sha not to pursue it as a career.
Just as he got back to undressing, his phone rang again.
Chen Feng thought it was his uncle calling back but saw it was Wu ngting and answered the call.
"Why aren’t you replying to my WeChat ssages?"
The mont the call connected, Wu ngting’s voice ca through, concerned yet reproachful.
"Oh, my phone was on silent," Chen Feng lied casually and changed the subject, "Is there sothing you need?"
"Nothing important. I was just wondering when would be a good ti to visit your family for the New Year?"
Chen Feng responded, "Let’s wait a few more days. My family is going to my aunt’s place in Tianzhou City tomorrow, and we won’t be back until the day after at the earliest. Once we’re back, we have to host a dinner for relatives and friends, which will also take at least a day. Let’s see in three days; I’ll notify you."
"That’s fine, then. Let know when the ti cos." Wu ngting sounded sowhat disappointed; she had hoped to visit Chen Feng’s family early and then stay there until they both went to Xiuzhou together.
"Alright, let’s do that. I’m gong to sleep now, aren’t you?"
"Do you always sleep this early now?"
"Of course. Early to bed, early to rise, and early exercise. Now I try to sleep early and not stay up late."
"Oh, well, you go to sleep then. I’m going to sleep too. Good night."
"Good night."
The two quickly ended the call.
Chen Feng maintained a sowhat intimate relationship with Wu ngting for various complex reasons. On one hand, he sowhat liked her, but on the other, he wanted her to manage his company shares after his death and hoped she would look after his parents.
However, he also feared that getting too close would affect the distribution of his inheritance later on.
If they beca actual lovers, as per his principles, he would have to leave her a significant portion of his assets after his death. Not half, maybe, but at least a few million or a villa in Xiuzhou.
Otherwise, Chen Feng would feel guilty, and she would undoubtedly feel shortchanged.
What’s more, Chen Feng wasn’t sure he could control himself if their relationship advanced to that of lovers.
After all, lovers could beco strangers or even enemies. It could also destabilize her emotionally, thereby affecting his posthumous arrangents.
If they ended up marrying, it would affect the inheritance even more. Therefore, it was impossible for Chen Feng to marry her or any other woman.
He was certain most of his inheritance would need to go to his parents. However, considering his own family circumstances and his parents’ situation, Chen Feng didn’t want to leave them a large sum of cash directly.
If he did so, it was very likely to harm them.
Suddenly becoming rich wasn’t necessarily good for poor people. Not to ntion others becoming envious or jealous, even harboring malicious thoughts of robbery or worse, but even in his own ho, his parents, if suddenly possessing tens of millions, would definitely experience so ntal imbalance, and his brother and sister-in-law would certainly start thinking differently too.
This was a common human sentint; when too much money got involved with family affection, it quickly soured.
The best solution was like what the wealthy and big clans abroad did: establish family trust funds, hand them over to professional teams to manage and operate, and allow family mbers to only draw living expenses from the fund in accordance with their allowances.
Sadly, such family trust funds were very mature abroad but rarely seen dostically. In the end, it was a matter of finance, with trust and systems issues as well.
Abroad, multiple institutions and relevant laws and regulations supervised fund managers, but at ho, all this was still not perfected.
As a wealthy person, handing over millions or even more money to a professional team to manage was definitely not a common practice dostically.
Without necessary long-term supervision and constraints, the money entrusted to others for managent would eventually be embezzled.
Therefore, finding an absolutely trustworthy person to hold stocks of a few profitably long-lasting companies was a very good alternative.
Wu ngting was the person he had now chosen for this role.
Hence, his relationship with her must be well maintained, but not overly close.
At least that was the situation at the mont. Whether their relationship would progress further in the future, or if she was genuinely suited to be his posthumous spokesperson, still needed observation and testing.
Chen Feng put down his phone again, and finally managed to take off his coat.
At that mont, the phone chid several tis in quick succession; it was ssages from Guo ngyao over WeChat. Chen Feng opened them to look.
"Sent you a ssage this afternoon, you haven’t replied yet, what’s the aning of this?"
"Did you fall into a manure pit?"
"I’m angry now.gif"
Chen Feng couldn’t help but chuckle after reading these, guessing she would probably call if he didn’t reply to her soon.
So, Chen Feng typed back, "My girlfriend knows about you, she’s jealous, told not to bother with you."
Guo ngyao sent back a skeptical emoji, along with text, "Didn’t Yujiao already know about ? What’s she jealous of?"
"It’s not her, it’s my girlfriend; I t her in Xiuzhou, she’s from Huizhou."
"Damn! For real? Why haven’t you told you had a girlfriend? What about ngting and Yujiao? Do they know about her?"
"ngting knows my girlfriend. Yujiao doesn’t know her personally but is aware of her existence."
"You’re really a player!" Guo ngyao sent a furiously flaming emoji.
"Damn! Thanks for the praise."
"You’re unbelievable! Having a girlfriend and still fooling around."
"I’m not fooling around, clearly it’s you and them coming onto ."
Guo ngyao imdiately sent an animated emoji flipping the middle finger.
Chen Feng smiled upon seeing it. He had ntioned having a girlfriend mainly to pour cold water on her, to prevent her from clinging to him every day, or worse, falling for him, which would be terrible.
"Alright, I’m heading off to sleep. Got to wake up early for a run tomorrow. Goodnight."
"You’re going to bed this early? It’s not even 11 o’clock yet."
"Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy and wise. You should sleep early too. I’ll co to look for you in a few days."
Guo ngyao sent a shy emoji, asking, "Then when exactly will you co find ? Why not tonight? I miss you."
Damn! Is she this forthright?
Chen Feng was sowhat surprised and also a bit tempted, but he adhered to his principles; if he said he was going to sleep, then he would sleep.
"Alright, tomorrow I’m visiting my aunt in Tianzhou to pay a New Year’s visit, and I won’t be back until the day after. I’ll find you then."
"Ah, okay then."
"I’m off to bed. Goodnight."
"88."
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