After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 137 The Stay-at-Home Husband Plays the Flirt Game

The bustling web conference room suddenly fell silent.

Just when many people thought the young master would fly into a rage over talking about things unrelated to work, they found that his agitation had miraculously disappeared.

The young master hummed in delight, "My wife gave it to me."

"...So this is the mistress of our Fengshen Group! Oh my, look at this design, this material, these sparkling diamonds, you have such good taste!"

The Crown Prince's expression brightened even more: "You have poor taste, yet you've set your sights on me?"

"Yes, yes! Your Highness, your clothes are also very nice. Did your wife buy them too?"

Feng Li, seemingly unconcerned, hummed in agreement again.

In the entertainment industry, who isn't a shrewd and calculating person?

Now everyone understands the real purpose behind the young master's online meeting: to show off!

The meeting room was immediately filled with compliments that lasted for half an hour.

When there was nothing left to praise, the young master, who had said "continue" countless times, stopped making things difficult for the audience and lazily said, "Meeting adjourned."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after watching the Crown Prince log off, they scattered like birds and beasts.

Guan Muying's face turned extremely ugly the moment the Crown Prince's collar clip appeared.

When she heard the Crown Prince boast about it himself, she became even more flustered and trembled all over.

So, the person who had the conflict today is the girlfriend of the FY chaebol heir?
And judging from the situation, she's the kind of girl who's madly in love with the Crown Prince...

So what will her life be like in the entertainment industry from now on...?

Guan Muying's heart sank more and more as she thought about it!

But in fact, Feng Li's boasting was not over yet.

That night, a sickly cat and a canary engaged in a fierce battle for the bed. The leopard cat successfully squeezed into the bed, snuggling close to its patron's armpit, while the canary chose to curl up around its patron's neck, sharing an exciting night together.

The next morning, Yan Yu went to the conference room early again, while Jiang Shu was dragged out of bed by Feng Li and taken directly to Fengshen Group.

On the bus, Jiang Shu kept rubbing her neck and pounding her shoulders.

"From now on, you and Yan Yu shouldn't squeeze into my bed at the same time. You're too restless! My whole body aches now."

“You should say that to Yan Yu.” Feng Li pointed to his face, which had become radiant after being nourished by the spiritual energy of the space overnight. “Look at how haggard I looked before. Last night, it was only right that you were the one who pampered me. Why was he getting involved!”

Jiang Shu: "...Today I want to see him use computers to develop new AI super-intelligent products."

"You can't even understand the most basic contract, how can you understand advanced programming?" Feng Li sneered. "Instead of wasting time with him, you might as well go and experience my brother's company. I'll send you to Li Yubai's place first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yan Yu will get angry..."

"If you're angry, then be angry! You can't spoil a man!" Feng Li casually tossed her a copy of "Introduction to Black Hats," saying, "That dead sparrow wrote this. You can use this to get by."

Twenty minutes later.

Fengshen Group, Chairman's Office.

In the spacious office, Jiang Shu sat in the chairman's chair, next to her, a tall and beautiful woman who seemed to have somehow acquired a stew pot and was clumsily simmering old duck soup.

Several high-ranking officials entered the room trembling with fear.

I was stunned for a moment when I saw the scene inside the office.

Jiang Shu was still wearing a mask, but she had taken off her glasses and placed them aside, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful eyes; her curly hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her temperament was aloof and casual.

Feng Li stood there, still wearing the same shirt he wore in the online conference room yesterday, with two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up high. He was stirring soup with a spoon in his hand, looking every bit the sensual husband.

The deputy general manager of the finance department dared not look at his young master's strange domestic side, and blankly lowered his head to place the documents on the table:

"Your Highness, these are the reports submitted by your entertainment companies last month. I have compiled them and would like to ask you to take a look."

"Baby, come and see." Feng Li said softly to Jiang Shu, and continued to stir the soup carefully.

Jiang Shu: "...I don't understand."

"It's okay, feel free to look around." Feng Li didn't care at all, and instead handed her his long, slender fingers. "You got splashed with soup just now, blow on it for me."

Jiang Shu slapped his hand away: "Stop fooling around."

He picked up the report and flipped through it casually: "You spend such a large sum on announcement fees every month?" The finance director paused for a moment: "The income is ten times the expenditure."

Jiang Shu sighed, "The world of the rich is beyond imagination."

Feng Li chuckled: "Then you'll have to get used to it beforehand. Everything in our family will be yours in the future."

Several senior executives felt a chill run down their spines, while the finance minister forced a smile: "Could this be your girlfriend, Your Highness? — The one who gave you that really nice tie clip?"

Feng Li smiled and gave a faint "hmm".

Jiang Shu: "...Ah Li, are you spouting nonsense again?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you've always been my treasure." Feng Li scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it for a while, and carefully brought it to her lips. "Baby, come and taste the soup your brother made."

Jiang Shu took a small sip with the spoon: "It tastes better than the soup you made the first time in Xinghua Lane."

"Really?" Feng Li's eyes brightened slightly. He didn't mind Jiang Shu's drool and drank the remaining half of the soup in the spoon. "Yes, it tastes even better."

Beside him, the head of the public relations department, steeling himself, cautiously pulled out a few files: "Um, Your Highness, these are the three top-tier celebrities who were involved in the collapse a couple of days ago. They're very high-profile. What do you think? Should we spend money to remove them from the trending topics and pull strings to protect them, or should we just blacklist them?"

A stray strand of hair fell near Jiang Shu's lips.

Feng Li put down the spoon, picked up a ribbon, and began to tie Jiang Shu's hair: "Baby, what do you think?"

Jiang Shu: "Which celebrities?"

"Two Best Actor winners and one Best Actress winner were caught using drugs together."

Jiang Shu: "You're protecting this kind of scum?"

Feng Li raised an eyebrow: "Did you hear that? Just do as my darling says, ban him directly."

The head of the public relations department glanced silently at the young master, who was enjoying tying the girl's hair up: "Okay."

Feng Li awkwardly used his fingers to pull at the strands of hair, trying for five or six minutes before finally managing to tie it up with difficulty. Satisfied, he gently touched the end of Jiang Shu's hair with his lips.

Then he looked at the higher-ups and said, "If there's anything else, hurry up and say it. Don't disturb my time with my baby."

"Okay, okay, here are a few more documents..."

The other senior executives quickly recounted the events, then exchanged glances and prepared to leave.

"Since you're here, try the soup I personally made." Feng Li pointed to the sofa in the distance. "Bring the whole pot over there. There are bowls over there. Help yourself."

The soup was personally prepared by the Crown Prince!

That's something even rarer than a tenfold year-end bonus!
The executives were flattered and, one by one, awkwardly yet excitedly went to a corner to sit and share the soup...

Feng Li reclined the large chairman's office chair and squeezed in naturally, his voice laced with a hook: "I didn't fall asleep until four in the morning, and then we tossed and turned in bed for ages, so I didn't get any sleep at all. Honey, I need to catch up on some sleep."

Jiang Shu: "..."

"..." The executives, who were silently drinking their soup, kept their heads down, afraid of seeing something they shouldn't have.

The arrogant and domineering young master continued to complain in a low voice: "You haven't given me my allowance for today—can't you be a little more considerate and stop making your older brother chase you every time, hmm?"

Jiang Shu: "...I'll transfer it right away."

The young master paused for a moment: "Will you come back to the villa with me tonight, or just make do in this office for the night? I still want that kind of intense sleeping session from yesterday... where we didn't wear clothes."

Jiang Shu lowered her head, tugged at her mask, and put her glasses back on—she was so embarrassed she couldn't bear to face anyone!

The people drinking soup nearby were trembling with fear. This is insane! Staying up so late last night wasn't enough, now they're showing off again, huh?
"Your Highness, we've finished drinking, shall we head down now?"

This isn't about drinking soup! This is deliberately being subjected to public displays of affection!

Fortunately, the young master was in a good mood with a beauty in his arms: "Go down and call over the directors of the other departments—soup, is there any left?"

"Yes, yes!" The higher-ups glanced at the soup, which could still hold several groups of people, and then slipped away!
Jiang Shu asked Feng Li, "How about we stay in a three-bedroom apartment tonight? I'll set one up for you right now."

Feng Li leaned lazily against her, "Can't you even handle this little bit of ambiguity? If you can't handle it, why did you find five?"

"..."

"Alright, fine, I'll let you bully me back tonight." Feng Li listened to the footsteps outside. "The next wave is coming, baby."

(End of this chapter)