TVSFPAG -Chapter 89 It’s Just That This Man Is Too Good at Acting

If it weren’t for those few photos, it would have been impossible to trace the matter back to him so quickly. Even if they had managed to find him, it would have taken ages—and by then, the incident would already be long over.

Feng Tianhao tossed the newspaper in his hand aside, rubbed his temples, and spoke with a mix of frustration and helplessness. “Old Liu, what exactly are you trying to do?”

“Brother Feng…”

Liu Maocai couldn’t understand at all why he was making such a big deal out of this.

In the past, Liu Maocai had done plenty of similar things, and Feng Tianhao had basically turned a blind eye to them.

But this time, it was the second time Feng Tianhao had reprimanded him because of Xinglong Garment Factory.

Feng Tianhao glanced at him.

After a moment of silence, he placed both hands on Liu Maocai’s shoulders and patted them heavily, speaking in a serious, almost fatherly tone. “Old Liu, I’m doing this for your own good.”

Liu Maocai frowned, clearly not believing him at all.

After pondering for a moment, Feng Tianhao smiled at him. “How about this—put all the work you’re currently handling on hold and take a proper break for a while. How does that sound?”

Liu Maocai was shocked. “Brother Feng, what do you mean by that?”

Feng Tianhao turned his back to him, no longer looking at him. “Exactly what I said. Alright, you can go now. I’ll have someone take over your responsibilities and handle the handover later.”

Liu Maocai still wanted to say something, but seeing Feng Tianhao’s unwillingness to continue the conversation, he clenched his fists in anger and left.

As he stormed out, he showed no respect—he kicked the door hard against the wall, causing it to bounce back and slam shut with a loud bang.

Feng Tianhao looked at the still-shaking door, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes.

——

Song Yunfei had been cracking sunflower seeds until her tongue started to hurt, and she couldn’t help but complain, “Why hasn’t it started yet?”

The two of them were in a situation where almost no one paid attention to them. Most others had acquaintances they could go over and chat with.

But here, aside from Li Miao, neither she nor Chu Jinhan knew anyone.

Even Bai Yu could go around chatting with people.

However, Song Yunfei felt that he probably didn’t actually know those people either—he was likely just approaching them on his own initiative.

Fortunately, Li Miao would occasionally come over to chat with them, and later Feng Tianhao also arrived, sitting beside Chu Jinhan and chatting for a while.

Their conversation consisted of simple topics—like playing golf when free, what they usually did after work, and what hobbies they had.

Finally, around six o’clock, people began to take the stage.

Those who had been standing around chatting all found seats at tables.

Suddenly, Bai Yu came over and sat down next to Song Yunfei.

Song Yunfei looked at him suspiciously. “You snuck in, didn’t you?”

Bai Yu chuckled. “Do I look like I need to sneak in?”

“Then how did you get in?”

He had only been here for a few days—how could he possibly know anyone from the Li family?

Bai Yu casually grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, leaned back in his chair, and watched the host speaking on stage. “Of course, I’ve got people backing me.”

Song Yunfei curled her lips slightly.

Bai Yu did come from a well-off family. However, in the original story, due to issues involving his younger sister, his relationship with his parents wasn’t very good.

More accurately, there was a rift—like a thorn embedded in the family’s heart—so over the years, he rarely went home and had little contact with them.

This also meant the original female protagonist didn’t know that Bai Yu was actually a wealthy second-generation heir. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken the risk of trying to deceive Chu Jinhan.

Song Yunfei didn’t care much about that. What she cared about most now was Xiao Xian.

Why hadn’t she appeared yet?

Not just her—others were also puzzled.

After all the leaders and partners finished their speeches, and outstanding employees were recognized, two hours had already passed.

Stage performances then began—these were all prepared by the company itself.

Meanwhile, backstage, Feng Tianhao and the others were growing increasingly anxious, pacing back and forth.

Feng Tianhao had called Xiao Xian countless times, but none of the calls got through.

Feng Tianhao’s mother was already dissatisfied about Liu Maocai’s incident, and now with something like this going wrong as well, her expression was very unpleasant.

The main issue was that the event had been arranged on a grand scale. There were so many posters at the venue entrance, making a big show of things—but up until now, the person still hadn’t arrived.

Xiao Xian’s assistant was also in a panic. Unable to reach her by phone, they had directly reported the situation to the police.

Outside in the banquet hall, people were also discussing the matter heatedly.

“Wasn’t there supposed to be a celebrity coming? Where are they?”

“The performances are already over—what is Li Cuifang trying to do?”

Hearing the surrounding discussions, Song Yunfei subconsciously looked at Bai Yu and asked quietly, “What did you do?”

Bai Yu also replied in a low voice, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Then where did she go?”

“That’s not something you need to worry about. After all, you called me your ‘good brother.’”

Beside them, Chu Jinhan watched the two of them whispering back and forth for quite a while.

Just as Song Yunfei was speaking, the chair suddenly slipped, and she stumbled—along with the chair—sliding over to Chu Jinhan’s side.

She turned to look at the man on her right, intending to express her dissatisfaction, but when she met his deep gaze, she immediately fell silent.

At this moment, in a certain old, run-down room—

A disheveled woman was holding a chair and banging it against the doorknob.

Her smoky makeup had completely smudged; her eyeliner and eyeshadow had run together into dark circles, making her look like a panda.

After banging for quite a while, she finally gasped for breath and threw the chair to the ground.

Then she sat down heavily on the floor, wiped the sweat from her face, and cursed, “Bastard! Just wait until I get out—you’re dead!”

As she spoke, she took out her phone again, but there was still no signal.

This woman was none other than Xiao Xian.

Last night, she had been invited out by Bai Yu, who said he wanted to treat her to drinks. He had also showered her with a long list of admiring words—saying he had grown up watching her on television, that she was his goddess, and that he would do anything for her.

Including discussing Chu Jinhan’s current situation.

Xiao Xian knew that Chu Jinhan had lost his memory, but she didn’t know the specifics—how severe it was or how far his relationship with Song Yunfei had progressed.

This time, she came intending to use the opportunity to vent on behalf of her close friend, which was why she had Feng Tianhao make such a grand arrangement—just to intimidate that woman who didn’t know her place.

Who would have thought she had fallen into a trap!!

Bai Yu had spoken to her using a bunch of incomprehensible technical jargon, then flattered her relentlessly before getting her drunk.

Although they were all from the same circle, she had never had much contact with Bai Yu—only heard of him—so she didn’t understand his character.

It could only be said that this man was too good at acting. Coupled with a bit of sympathy for the hardships he had experienced in childhood, she had been deceived by his apparent sincerity.

When she woke up, she was already trapped in this shabby place, with no signal on her phone and no way to get out!

She had shouted for a long time, but no one responded from outside.

In fact, she had even helped Bai Yu obtain an invitation!!

Around nine in the evening, Xiao Xian cooked herself a bowl of instant noodles. Just as she had taken a couple of bites, there was movement outside.

Soon after, the door was opened from the outside.

Standing outside were Bai Yu and a locksmith.

“Thank you, master.” Bai Yu politely smiled at the locksmith. “This house is too old—the locks keep breaking.”

The locksmith replied, “That’s normal. I come to this building several times a day. If you can, you should replace the lock with a better one.”

Bai Yu maintained a smile, but before he could speak, he suddenly sensed something and quickly stepped aside.

A mysterious object flew out from inside the room and landed on the ground.

It was a cup of instant noodles. Hot soup and sticky noodles spilled all over the floor, with a few drops splashing onto his sleeve.

“Bai—Yu!!”