At noon, Du Qingyun held a grand banquet to entertain Xiao Feng and others.
The food and drinks were of the highest quality, comparable to a five-star hotel.
After Jia Luo took his seat, he didn't wait for Du Qingyun to ask before saying, "After the diagnosis, it seems the situation is quite good, thanks to the assistance of Expert Hou."
"Not at all," Hou Shuapeng replied humbly, "I'm just an assistant; the main credit goes to your ability.
Also, I prefer you call Senior Brother."
Xue Nuofu's expression changed slightly, and he gripped his chopsticks tighter.
Xiao Feng took the opportunity to ask, "You two knew each other before?"
"We not only know each other, but we're also quite familiar," Hou Shuapeng laughed. "We graduated in the sa year, and back then, Junior Sister Jia Luo was a renowned talent at our school.
She even taught classes for the juniors, and her published papers won many awards. She was truly a figure to be reckoned with."
"Senior Brother, stop flattering . You're much more impressive," Jia Luo seed a bit embarrassed and said, "In terms of charisma, many beauties flocked around you back then, but you were unmoved.
Because of that, your original nickna 'Monkey Brother' was changed to 'Master Hou.'
Walking through a sea of flowers, untouched by any, Senior Brother, you're the true legend!"
Hou Shuapeng chuckled, saying with a aningful undertone, "Junior Sister, do you know why I wasn't swayed by those beauties?"
Jia Luo was taken aback and half-jokingly said, "Senior Brother, you don't an to say that the person you were waiting for was , do you?"
Before Hou Shuapeng could reply, Xue Nuofu stood up with his wine glass and loudly said, "Co!
Mr. Du, I propose a toast to you!"
This shout surprised Du Qingyun and startled everyone else.
Xiao Feng chuckled but still helped to smooth things over, saying, "Old Xue, keep your voice down; Mr. Du doesn't have a hearing problem."
"It's alright, it's alright," Du Qingyun raised his glass, clinked it with Xue Nuofu's, and they both drank their entire glasses.
For the next while, Jia Luo and Hou Shuapeng discussed the follow-up treatnt plan.
In the morning, they mainly targeted Du Feixiang, and the follow-up would focus on his reaction.
If the results were good, it would indicate the treatnt thod is feasible and could be applied to others.
After finishing the important discussions, Hou Shuapeng frequently praised Jia Luo, but each ti, he was t with a toast challenge from Xue Nuofu.
In just half an hour, the two had each consud half a liter of wine.
"Stop drinking; there's still work to do in the afternoon," Jia Luo told Hou Shuapeng.
After speaking, he turned to Xue Nuofu, "You should eat more and drink less."
Xue Nuofu imdiately felt much more balanced and nodded in agreent.
But in his heart, he had already decided that if Hou Shuapeng dared to say anything ambiguous again, he would raise his glass.
As lunch was about to end, Du Feixiang walked in.
As soon as he entered, he knelt in front of Du Qingyun with a thud.
"Father, I am not worthy!
I said so many unworthy things a few days ago; if you want to beat or scold , I have no complaints!"
Du Qingyun quickly helped him up and said, "It's all in the past; don't bring it up again. Are you still planning on getting a divorce?"
"No, I'm not," Du Feixiang shook his head, saying, "I don't know what ca over then, insisting on the divorce.
Now that I think about it, she's been with for so many years and never left . I feel I owe her.
However, if she doesn't agree..."
"Don't worry about that. As long as you don't think about divorce again, there's no need to worry about the rest," Du Qingyun gestured for Du Feixiang to sit down, gratefully looking at Jia Luo and Hou Shuapeng.
He hadn't expected results to appear so quickly that his son's mindset could change so swiftly!
Xiao Feng thought for a mont and then asked, "Who exactly was the person who urged you to divorce?"
Although Du Feixiang's thoughts and attitude have taken a complete turn, the root problem hasn't been solved. Unless the culprit behind his mindset issues is uncovered, they can't relax yet.
After all, if the person could entice him once, they could do it a second ti.
They can't let Du Feixiang hide at ho for the rest of his life, can they?
Du Feixiang frowned, and his expression instantly turned unpleasant.
Jia Luo and Hou Shuapeng exchanged a glance, and the forr said, "If you really don't want to talk about it, you can refuse to answer."
A sickness cos like a landslide, but goes away like spinning silk.
After all, Du Feixiang's issue isn't as simple as a cold; a single injection won't make it better instantly.
So, in their professional view, it needs to be handled slowly; too much stimulus at once might trigger a relapse in his thoughts.
After a long silence, Du Feixiang picked up Du Qingyun's wine glass, drank it in one go, and with difficulty said, "Her na is Gu Wanrong, she's very beautiful and has a nice personality.
We t by chance at an event, and according to her, she cos from a good family and is an artist. She even took to visit her studio.
Since then, I don't know why, but her image keeps popping up in my mind.
Later, she asked out a few tis, and I beca more eager to understand her, to know everything about her. Then, well... you all know the rest."
"Where is her studio?" Xiao Feng continued to ask.
"It's on East Street, North Ring Road, first crossroad from the south, on the west side,"
"..." Xiao Feng.
This address covers the entire compass, east, south, west, north.
But now is not the ti to dwell on that.
"Old Xue, co with ," Xiao Feng stood up and said.
Xue Nuofu nodded and stood up as well.
Du Feixiang opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
...
"Wanrong Art Studio... this should be it," Xue Nuofu said, pointing at the sign above.
Xiao Feng gestured for him to follow and walked in first.
Entering the door, all that t their eyes were paintings hanging on the walls.
There were various styles, but they didn't seem chaotic.
A woman ca up to them and said, "Hello, are the two of you here to see the paintings?
You can browse as you like. If you'd like a recomndation, just let know what style you prefer."
"Are you the boss?" Xiao Feng asked directly.
The woman shook her head, "No, I'm just an employee."
"Is your boss here?" Xue Nuofu imdiately followed up.
"She's upstairs painting. Should I take you two up to see her?" the woman asked.
Xiao Feng nodded, motioned for the woman to lead the way, and at the sa ti, turned to exchange a look with Xue Nuofu, signaling him to be vigilant.
When they reached the second floor, they saw the ground was littered with ssy paper, a stark contrast to the neat and tidy first floor; it looked like a dump.
"Didn't I tell you not to bother if there's nothing urgent?"
A sowhat coarse voice ca from the crack of the door on the right. Although it was coarse, it was clearly a woman's voice.
The woman who led Xiao Feng upstairs stood in front of the door and said, "Sister Rong, there are two guests who would like to see you."
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