Chapter 1009: Chapter 65: Brilliant Sparks, Only Deep Feelings Must Not Be Betrayed

Feng Chengjin’s face suddenly turned very cold.

Gazing at the European face beside him, if it weren’t for the presence of a few leaders here, who invited him to accompany the party because of his connections in Rong City and the approval of a major project in April this year, he truly wouldn’t want to wade into this murky water.

He couldn’t erupt, but he couldn’t not avoid it either.

With a smile that was not quite a smile, he let out a "hmm!" and discreetly withdrew his shoulder from the woman’s fingers.

This action undoubtedly left the beautiful woman greeting him feeling a bit displeased, especially since it’s been three days already, her intentions clear as day, and yet he continues to coldly reject her... unwilling to even come within ten centimeters!

The two returned to the dining table.

Looking at the seats arranged by the provincial leaders, it was as if they deliberately placed him next to this woman.

His brows furrowed slightly, leaving no trace.

In the business world, there will always be some transactions flirting with the gray areas of intimacy, even if it’s not the kind people imagine.

Face-saving projects and formal flirtations inevitably occur to some extent.

In the past, his high status allowed him to deal with people beneath him, and whatever ambiguous games those people wanted to play were their business; he did not partake, nor did anyone dare involve him.

But now it’s different; no matter how high his status is, there will always be others whose status exceeds his.

The suffocating feeling of having to play along...

Feng Chengjin’s face turned cold.

He is married, no longer the man who could walk through these situations with ease while keeping himself clean, holding a sense of loyalty to his wife that prevents him from even speaking a few more words with another woman unwillingly.

Reaching for the chair, the reality still was—desire or not, he had to comply with the arrangement and sit down.

He smiled faintly, and as he placed his hands together on the table before him, the beautiful European Monica also gladly took the seat beside him.

Yet she had not spoken a word before she was shocked to discover something on Feng Chengjin’s neck!

Originally quite familiar with Feng Chengjin, he wasn’t very late; today was the Yu Family’s wedding, and the close relationship between the families made it understandable.

But Feng Chengjin’s appearance...

Holding a glass of red wine, one among them was the first to squint in laughter and said, "Oh my, President Feng, always the gentleman, where did you get scratched today?"

Hmm? Feng Chengjin was momentarily dazed, seemingly not understanding what he was referring to.

Until he used the reflection from the crystal wine glass to glimpse the front of his shirt collar—

He suddenly smiled, his eyes curving as if a dark pool had drawn water, "Oh, as I was leaving, my wife got clingy and insisted on a few kisses; it must’ve inadvertently left a mark."

Gently picking up a tissue to wipe, he seemed to want to remove those marks.

"Just a few kisses? I think not, don’t you?!" another participant, not letting Feng Chengjin off, teased with a laugh, especially eyeing Feng Chengjin’s suit and pants that were slightly wrinkled today with a playful look.

Feng Chengjin’s face grew redder with a smile, staring at a certain Director Li, and replied smilingly, "Director Li, why make fun of me like this!"

"Is it Director Li teasing you? Oh, President Feng, your reputation as a wife-doting man is spreading not just in your business circle; it’s almost on everyone’s lips. Tell me, what day is it today? Miss Monica waited here in vain for you, while you were at home being intimate with your wife. President Feng, you’re not yet forty, successful in your career, and now recognized as the wealthiest in Rong City and even the Southern Four Provinces. And to think, you married a renowned beauty, eight years younger, who won fame across three regions! Just before New Year’s your child was born, and now you can’t wait to be intimate. Are you planning to make us all envious, haha!"

Exactly to what extent Feng Chengjin intends to go...depends entirely on him.

The area was filled with jeering laughter.

For the sake of maintaining politeness, Feng Chengjin lifted the red wine glass, under the pretense of self-imposing three glasses for being late, offering cheers with a smile to everyone, and the last glass, naturally, was extended towards Monica.

Monica was angered and her face turned slightly cold.

But Feng Chengjin did not mind, especially with the evidence at the collar of his shirt; after all, the scene didn’t matter to him as long as he clearly demonstrated his stance to Monica.

The party filled with the clinking of glasses concluded.

When Feng Chengjin drank too much later in the middle of the party and needed to go out to wash his hands, Monica, who could no longer bear it, straightened and followed him out.

Blocking him at the doorway just as he stepped outside, Monica couldn’t help but speak in English: "Feng, I think I’ve made my intentions quite clear, what do you mean by showing up today with another woman’s lipstick marks?"