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Leaping across the ten-meter gap from the balcony took only a moment, swift enough not to attract anyone's attention. Bill dared not linger on the balcony and hurried out of the room to prepare for checking out.
Jufeng, with his strong arms, easily carried the less-than-a-hundred-pound Zhu Yao. As Zhu Yao fell to the ground from Jufeng's embrace, she hadn't even had time to gather her thoughts when a series of high-pitched moans and heavy gasps suddenly filled her ears. The girl froze for a moment, then quickly understood what was happening, her pretty face turning as red as a ripe apple!
How could an innocent girl withstand such a scene?
Jufeng stifled a laugh beside her, while Zhu Yao shot him an angry glare. Using an old metaphor, if looks could kill at that moment, Jufeng would have faced a fate far worse than being torn apart by five horses in ancient times.
Jufeng pointed at the pocket camera in Zhu Yao's hand and then gestured toward the scene obscured by the curtains, his meaning clear.
Zhu Yao turned her head away in annoyance, closed her eyes, and squatted down to stretch the camera into the area not covered by curtains. Then she furiously pressed the buttons for a moment before tossing the camera into Jufeng's arms.
Still chuckling behind his hand, Jufeng took the camera and managed to control his laughter somewhat. He opened the menu to view the photos Zhu Yao had just taken. Ah! The important parts were all captured, making it hard for Jufeng to look away.
He stared at the camera, shaking his head at times and letting his eyes shine with excitement as he nodded repeatedly, lost in admiration. This only made Zhu Yao more furious. Suddenly standing up, she snatched the camera from Jufeng's hands and stuffed it into her pocket, leaving him lamenting over his lost treasure.
The sounds from inside continued unabated, showing no signs of stopping. After initially feeling utterly embarrassed, Zhu Yao had calmed down considerably; however, the flush that spread from her forehead down to her neck still told a story of youthful innocence.
Bored, Jufeng leaned over the railing, gazing down at the bustling street below and the throngs of people. From this perspective, everything seemed different—even the scenery looked unique.
He thought lightly to himself that this couple was indeed impressive; they were almost rivaling me and Jia'er!
...
About five minutes later, the sounds from inside suddenly grew frantic, like a furious wind before a torrential downpour releasing its last bit of reluctance! Yet no matter how unwilling it was, rain would eventually come. At one precise moment, abruptly—the wind ceased and rain fell; the thirsty earth received its nourishing shower, reveling in sheer delight.
Zhu Yao glanced at Jufeng. He gestured with his lips for her to go inside. The girl who had endured torment for those five minutes suddenly burst through the door but then turned back out again.
Jufeng couldn't help but burst into laughter once more. Under Zhu Yao's fierce glare, he maintained it for only a moment before being forcibly silenced by his own amusement.
The two people inside must be feeling worse than Zhu Yao!
Look, how merciful I am, Young Master.
Jufeng thought to himself.
After deliberately delaying for a moment, Jufeng slowly walked into the room. The curtains obscured the light, making the room dim yet ambiguous, creating a rather romantic atmosphere for the two of them.
The dim light could not hide the springtime glow; Matthew was hurriedly pulling up his pants. From any angle, with Jufeng's discerning eye, he had a well-built physique, and paired with his handsome face, he could certainly charm quite a few women.
To Jufeng's surprise, Claudia, lying on the bed, appeared more composed. The blanket concealed her beauty, and she wore only a thin shirt to cover her upper body. With her slightly tousled long hair, her bright eyes fiercely stared at Jufeng.
"Who are you? How much do you want?"
While Matthew anxiously scrambled to dress himself, Claudia had already stated her terms first.
Jufeng smiled faintly, feeling a sense of admiration.
"Don't you want to hear what your... lover has to say?"
Jufeng looked at Matthew, who was still busy tying his pants. Claudia turned her head in response. The muscular man finally snapped out of his shock under their gazes.
"Ah, right! You're just after money. Let me tell you, I have plenty! Did you secretly take something? How about this: name your price, and we can settle this."
"Oh?" Jufeng found this situation amusing and pulled up a chair to sit down, ready to toy with these two mice—one standing and one lying down.
"What do you think is a suitable amount?"
Matthew turned to look at Claudia, but she disdainfully turned her head away. Flustered and rubbing his hands together nervously, Matthew gritted his teeth and said, "One million! I'll give you one million if you give me the thing back; then we can consider this matter closed."
Jufeng couldn't help but burst into laughter at Matthew's words. Holding his stomach in amusement, he said, "Brother Ma, it seems you haven't grasped the situation here. You think I will let this go? Did I hear that correctly? One million? Are you offering me charity? That’s probably less than your annual salary in Equivor!"
Matthew felt his face flush with embarrassment from the ridicule, yet he was too angry to retort. Meanwhile, Claudia, who remained calm beside him, sensed something unusual in Jufeng's words.
Brother Ma? Equivor? How could the other party know their secrets so well? This was not just a simple case of extortion.
Claudia suddenly turned her head, scrutinizing Jufeng again, her gaze now tinged with a hint of wariness.
"Who exactly are you?"
Jufeng wore a smile, locking eyes with Claudia without flinching.
"Before I answer your question, I have one that piques my curiosity. Ms. Claudia, what exactly do you like about Brother Ma? Is it merely because he is quite sturdy in bed?"
Jufeng's words were cutting; even Claudia, a seasoned businesswoman who had weathered many storms, couldn't help but feel a flush of anger and embarrassment. Matthew finally detected something off in Jufeng's demeanor; this was hardly the behavior of a gentleman.
Before Matthew could speak, Jufeng preemptively dispelled their doubts.
"My name is Jufeng, and I am the... owner of Zongheng Express!"
The revelation struck like a thunderclap on a May afternoon, leaving Matthew and Claudia momentarily stunned into silence. For days, both their companies under Huazone had exerted every effort to bring down Zongheng Express, yet now their target appeared before them in such an unexpected manner.
"Brother Ma thinks that offering me one million is a bit low, don't you?"
Matthew leaned against the wall behind him, his eyes vacant; even Claudia, who had maintained her composure until now, looked dimmed by the news.
"What do you want us to do?" Claudia asked weakly.
Jufeng raised his hands and clapped twice in the air. "Within three days, I want both of your companies to merge under Zongheng Express."
"Impossible!" Matthew suddenly became agitated. "We are merely the representatives; merging the companies exceeds our authority. You will be disappointed!"
Jufeng had anticipated that Matthew would try to evade responsibility. Although he did not fully understand the intricacies of business, he was surrounded by people who did, and at least Bill was well aware of the details.
"Don't think I don't understand the tricks of the trade. As long as you short the assets and turn both companies into shells, isn't that essentially a merger? Don't hold onto any false hopes. You can refuse, but let me tell you, that enticing image will soon appear on the streets of Huaguo. At that point, the whole world will know just how skilled you are in bed, Matthew!"
"You...!" Matthew was furious and was about to retort when suddenly he was struck by an external force, crashing heavily against the wall behind him, blood instantly trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Jufeng wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a serious expression. He spoke clearly, "Remember, I'm not begging you; you'd better be smart about this!"
Matthew slowly crouched down along the wall, his body hunched over. He felt a deep discomfort in his chest and could no longer muster a response, nor did he dare to.
Claudia let out a heavy sigh, not even glancing at Matthew huddled by the wall. She said, "In three days, I hope you keep your promise."
Jufeng smiled lightly. "A gentleman's word is his bond."
(To be continued)
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