Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Xiao Heng was fuming, and under Feng Huaijin’s increasingly cold gaze, he finally realized and hurriedly closed the office door to prevent any sounds from escaping.

Feng Ciye picked up the tea on the guest table, took a light sip, chuckled, and said, ”Cousin Xiao, why the urgent rush?”

Xiao Heng was infuriated. Was Feng Ciye comparing him to a monkey?

And seriously, who the hell was his cousin?

It’s true; without comparison, there’s no harm.

Feng Huaijin looked at Xiao Heng’s bustling manner and thought his own idea of sending Xiao Heng to Japan for medicine was ridiculous.

There was simply no comparison between Xiao Heng and Feng Ciye. This kid Feng Ciye was sharper than anyone.

Xiao Heng, growing anxious, said, ”Brother Qi, don’t believe him. Now that Fifth and Old Six are all out of the picture, the Feng Family’s inheritance battle has reached daytime territory. What does he mean by jumping out to ask for your assets? I think he just wants to exploit the opportunity!”

Feng Ciye’s face displayed a blossom-like smile, and he said warmly, ”No wonder Tuanzi told me that Cousin Xiao will be sent to Africa by Feng Mo in the future.”

Xiao Heng: ”...”

The office fell into silence, with only the ticking of the wall clock breaking it.

Feng Huaijin’s calm voice leaped through the air: ”Okay.”

Feng Ciye nodded, got up and walked outside: ”Transfer the money to me as soon as possible.”

In no time, he had disappeared from the office.

Seeing Feng Ciye leave, Xiao Heng urgently said, ”Brother Qi, this Feng Ciye...”

Feng Huaijin gave Xiao Heng a sidelong glance, ”You think Fourth is as stupid as you?”

Feng Huaijin’s eyes deepened, ”If this upcoming auction in Japan is a setup, they will inevitably want to keep me there. This auction won’t end in just three or four days! Only money can last until the end of the auction.”

As for whether Feng Ciye has other motives?

Feng Ciye has never been interested in Feng Family’s assets.

*

The autumn air was crisp, and the evening sun was setting, covering the gradually barren earth with a faint golden hue.

Unfortunately, Su Li couldn’t see that beautiful sunlight, but she could feel the autumn evening breeze.

She was gently swinging on the garden swing, with a radio beside her playing jokes from a broadcaster.

It seemed like someone suddenly sat beside her, and Su Li immediately exclaimed, ”Feng Huaijin?”

”Yes.” He had already embraced her, her cheek brushing against the black suit on his chest.

From above came the man’s magnetic yet slightly muffled voice: ”Su Li, it looks like you’ll really have to take care of me in the future.”

Su Li was surprised, what?

”At the herb auction in Japan, it’s reliable information that many people are vying for it. Your future husband might really lose everything,” Feng Huaijin said, caressing Su Li’s head with a sigh.

Auctions, of course, go to the highest bidder.

These kinds of underground auctions abroad never have an upper limit, with countless people losing everything.

Su Li blinked and grinned mischievously, ”I gave you a gold mine before. Regretting it now?”

Feng Huaijin shook his head, ”No regrets.”

Su Li was puzzled, so she heard Feng Huaijin say seriously, ”If I had taken the gold mine you gave me back then, I probably wouldn’t be able to enjoy being a kept man now.”

”In the future, I’ll be relying on Miss Su Li to support me.”

Hearing Feng Huaijin’s deeply emotional tone, Su Li couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

”Alright, my kept man!” Su Li pinched Feng Huaijin’s cheek, laughing joyfully.