Fake Husband of the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 31 - 0: No going

"Recently, the triple-threat superstar Yixue was in Jiangcheng to promote her new drama, which will premiere on Jiangcheng Satellite TV soon..."

The TV in the infusion room followed with entertainment news.

Gu Feng lifted his head subconsciously when he heard the name and glanced at the TV.

He then went to call a nurse to remove Lin Yue’s IV.

"Let’s find somewhere to eat later," Gu Feng suggested.

Lin Yue, feeling somewhat better, nodded eagerly, her appetite returning.

After that, the two of them drove off in a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, navigating to a private dining restaurant Lin Yue was familiar with.

"Are you comfortable driving this car?" Lin Yue asked Gu Feng from the passenger seat, "I have two sedans as well, if you’re not used to this one, you can switch to those."

"A car is just a means of transport, I’m not that fussy," Gu Feng said indifferently, holding the steering wheel.

Lin Yue: "Do you know anyone from Ling Feng Group?"

Gu Feng, surprised: "Ling Feng Group? What do they do?"

He really didn’t know.

Lin Yue: "Little Yu said that the two people you met the other night are from Ling Feng Group. You don’t know what they do?"

Gu Feng suddenly understood.

It was the first time he heard from others that the company founded by Ye Wei and his group of friends from the big courtyard was called ’Ling Feng’ Group.

"I know those two, but it’s only now that I’ve learned about this Ling Feng Group."

Lin Yue nodded, secretly reckoning that Gu Feng might have some acquaintance with them; otherwise, it was unlikely he wouldn’t even know what they did.

If so, the matter with Xu Dong might have been a stroke of luck.

"Then you should grasp this opportunity well," Lin Yue reminded him, "Ling Feng Group is said to have strong backing. Since you have connections with their executives, it would be wise to cultivate this network."

Gu Feng turned to look at her: "Do you need it on your end?"

"I’m in foreign trade; it’s not the same realm as those who often get governmental quotas," Lin Yue shook her head, "I meant that it would be beneficial for you to familiarize yourself with them for standing on your own in Jiangcheng."

Lin Yue continued: "Including that fund you’re working on, using their circle you’d have no shortage of high-quality clients. When dealing with these people, you’ve got to be humble."

Gu Feng joked: "Isn’t being President Lin’s husband a good enough background?"

Lin Yue said self-deprecatingly, "In front of them, our level really isn’t anything to boast about."

"How could that be," Gu Feng said, "that night when I went to drink with Little Yu and the others, once they heard I was Lin Yue’s husband, they all came to offer a toast."

"Friends from the capital circle might give us some respect, but in the eyes of the second-generation wealthy like Liu Jin in the city, we just don’t make the cut," Lin Yue said with a wry smile.

Gu Feng unexpectedly said, "If you ever find yourself in a situation where you can’t get a word in, try telling people your husband’s name is Gu Feng."

Lin Yue burst out laughing, playfully rolling her eyes at Gu Feng.

"It’s good to have ambitions," she encouraged, "And that’s not bad, so give it your best. Maybe one day I’ll really be introducing myself to others in that way."

The car arrived at the private dining restaurant Lin Yue mentioned.

Reaching the parking lot, Lin Yue was unfastening her seatbelt when she glimpsed a sports car and paused upon recognizing the license plate.

"What’s wrong?" Gu Feng noticed her hesitation.

"Let’s eat somewhere else," Lin Yue said to Gu Feng.

Gu Feng: "Why?"

Lin Yue confessed: "That car belongs to Zhang Jun, the guy my mom and uncle were trying to set me up with."

"No problem," Gu Feng said nonchalantly as he unbuckled her seatbelt, "If you like the food here, let’s eat here. We’ve got to adapt to the environment; if there are flies, just swat them away."

Lin Yue frowned, "Better not..."

But Gu Feng had already gotten out of the car.

And he came around to open the car door for Lin Yue himself.

Lin Yue couldn’t argue with Gu Feng and got out.

As it happened, someone who was paying attention relayed the information of her G-Class’s license plate to Zhang Jun, who was dining in a private room inside.

The previously jesting Zhang Jun’s face took on a sinister expression, and he beckoned a waiter to come in, asking, "Did President Lin from Thunder Group come in for a meal?"

Waiter: "Yes, just arrived."

Zhang Jun: "How many people?"

Waiter: "President Lin and a gentleman."

A friend at the side joked: "Must be her husband."

Zhang Jun’s expression turned ugly, and he instructed the waiter, "Do me a favor, go to President Lin’s private room and tell her if she wants customers, have her come here and toast us."

The waiter nodded and conveyed the message to Lin Yue and Gu Feng in their private room.

Lin Yue’s expression changed drastically.

Her movements slowed as she ate her porridge, clearly struggling with the situation.

As she was about to get up, Gu Feng’s hand gently pressed on her shoulder.

"No drinking after getting an injection," he said, "You’re not going."