And just at that moment, Lin Song looked up and was surprised to see Ling Feng squinting his eyes and waving at him!

Lin Song jumped in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes, rubbing them as a hateful glare burst forth.

"Ling Feng, it's you!" Lin Song gritted his teeth, angrily spat out: "You actually dare to show your face before me, you..."

Feng Xin saw that her son seemed agitated, and upon looking at Ling Feng's face, she thought he looked vaguely familiar.

"Song'er, what's going on?" Feng Xin asked.

Lin Song bit down on his teeth, said coldly: "It was him, he's the one who broke my leg!"

"What?" Feng Xin's eyes widened: "Weren't your legs broken due to a car racing crash? How come they were broken by someone?"

Lin Song's face turned pale. In his haste, he had forgotten his father's instructions and had blurted out the truth.

Feng Xin's rage grew uncontrollable upon hearing Lin Song's words: "Such a serious incident and you didn't have him arrested? Does your father know about this?"

Lin Song opened his mouth, nodding guiltily. He couldn't help feeling regret, as he was still very fearful of his father.

Feng Xin's heart trembled. She stared at Ling Feng with an angry look: "I'm going to call the police right now and have this murderer arrested!"

"Murderer?" Ling Feng barely smiled: "Lin Song, long time no see. It seems you've found a cure for your leg, but sadly, your intelligence doesn't seem to have improved."

Turning to Feng Xin, Ling Feng said indifferently: "Madam, I advise you not to get agitated. I spared your son's life; that's already a grace to him. Whatever he has done, I think you should first ask your precious son!"

After saying that, Ling Feng gave a slight smile, then turned and walked away. If not for this unexpected encounter, Ling Feng wouldn't even have remembered someone like Lin Song existed!

Now, as Ling Feng's interactions were with ever higher echelons, a second-generation rich kid like Lin Song wasn't even fit to carry Ling Feng's shoes.

"Song'er, what exactly happened?" Feng Xin couldn't help asking: "Knowing this, why didn't your father have him thrown into jail?"

Lin Song bit down on his teeth and explained the entire sequence of events without holding anything back. He dared not, for if his mother made a fuss to his father upon returning, he'd surely be the one to suffer!

After hearing this, Feng Xin went pale. She understood why Lin Feng didn't pursue the matter—it involved an Ancient Martial Artist!

Although she was heartbroken for her child, she was relieved Lin Song had a hope for recovery. Feng Xin sighed and said: "Song'er, let's put this matter to rest. You must never seek trouble with him again. You don't fully understand some things involved here, but you have to trust that your dad and I won't harm you, understand?"

Lin Song felt anger inside, but his face remained expressionless as he agreed: "Fine, I'll chalk it up to bad luck, I remember!"

"If you won't avenge me, once my leg is healed, I'll take revenge myself! Ling Feng, if I don't play you to death, I'll take your surname!" A vicious gleam flashed through Lin Song's eyes.

Having obtained two jars of Continuous Ointment from Lu Yihang and Dean Sun's assistant, Ling Feng was in high spirits. With these, Yun Hanrui's injuries could heal within a week, and they wouldn't miss visiting Yan University for the centennial celebration together.

Meanwhile, at Chaoyang Group, Chen Feng, the head of the finance department, showed a tense expression on his face.

He glanced at the number on his phone and couldn't resist answering it: "Young Master Fang, what do you need me to do?"

A young man's voice came from the phone: "Chen Feng, when can you get me the things I want done? Now that Yun Hanrui is in a car accident and recuperating in the hospital, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I have great confidence in you!"

Chen Feng's face broke out in cold sweat. Although the air conditioning in his office was on, sweat still incessantly beaded on his forehead.

"Young Master Fang, do we really have to do this? If we do, the Chaoyang Group will suffer a severe blow!"

"Chen Feng, how old are you? Do you think I would joke about such things with you?" the young man said coldly, "Just think about your son, living carefree in America. You should know very well what you need to do!"

Chen Feng felt deflated, "But this task is very difficult, I'm worried..."

"I only care about the result, not the process!" the voice continued, "I want to have what I need before Yun Hanrui returns to the company, do you understand?"

Chen Feng slumped in his chair, "Young Master Fang, I understand, I... I will definitely handle it well!"

After the call ended, Chen Feng was like a man who had just been fished out of water.

With trembling hands, he opened his phone's photo album. Inside, a handsome young teenager was mingling with a group of black men. The hands of these men kept touching his son's body, their eyes revealing depraved and lascivious looks.

"What kind of sins have I committed!" Chen Feng lamented, burying his face in his desk.

Chen Feng's son, Chen Yangchen, went to America for high school, with Chen Feng's intention for his son to receive an advanced American education. However, within a year, instead of gaining an advanced education, his son had picked up a liberal attitude towards sexuality!

What made Chen Feng fall apart was the fact that his son had made a group of black boyfriends in America!

He would never forget the feeling when Young Master Fang sent him that picture: devastation, rage, fear, and helplessness.

"Do as I say, and I assure you your son will be unharmed. Otherwise, what those HIV-positive boyfriends of his might do... I can't say for sure..."

For his child, Chen Feng could only compromise!

"President Yun, I'm sorry, but for my child, I can only apologize to you!" Chen Feng said, looking up with a hint of resolve on his face.

His mission from Young Master Fang was to falsify accounts, muddle the financial records of the Chaoyang Group, and then drag the corporation into a quagmire of trouble. Regretful toward his employer but without a choice, Chen Feng had to proceed.

As a seasoned accountant, Chen Feng had many ways to forge seamless financial reports. Afterwards, together with Young Master Fang's actions, they would deal a fatal blow to the Chaoyang Group.

"I just hope Young Master Fang keeps his word!" Chen Feng sighed to himself in thought.

"Knock knock knock!" Just then, someone knocked on the office door.

"Come in!" Chen Feng wiped his face and spoke in a deep voice.

"Director Chen, here are the documents you requested!" Zhao Bing walked in, laying a stack of papers he had been holding onto the desk.

Chen Feng nodded, "Right, fetch me last year's financial report for the company as well. I need to verify it!"

Zhao Bing glanced at Chen Feng, then nodded, "Okay, Director Chen. I'll go get it right now!"

In the entire finance department, only Zhao Bing was new and thus not very knowledgeable about the company's affairs, which made Chen Feng find him quite convenient to use.

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