8 Chapter 8: Three Hundred Million Orders, I'm Giving Them to You!_1

Feng Lin's remark triggered responses from the people all around.

"Wolf?! What do you mean by this? You're the one who's losing, and you blame others?"

"I've lost thirty to forty thousand here, and even I'm not as sore a loser as you!"

"Exactly! If you keep this up, who's going to come back?"

The many gamblers surrounding them weren't pushovers.

Almost none of them had ever won money here, and they were all seething with anger.

Now that there was finally a winner, and you wouldn't let him go.

Who would return after this?

Wolf clenched his fist, seemingly having no choice but to swallow his pride.

You can't ruin your future business over a hundred thousand yuan.

"Let them go!" Wolf waved his hand.

The crowd dispersed, making way for Feng Lin.

Feng Lin took Xu Ruoying by the hand and swaggered out of the place.

Once outside, Xu Ruoying patted her chest, "That scared me to death."

"I told you, I've always been lucky." Feng Lin handed the IOU to Tang Hong, "Auntie, burn this."

"Feng Lin... I, I don't even know how to thank you!" Tears flooded from Tang Hong's eyes like a breached dam.

Feng Lin had just saved her entire family.

"As the saying goes, a near neighbor is better than a distant cousin."

As Feng Lin was speaking, Xu Ruoying snatched the stack of money from his hand.

She stuffed twenty thousand into one pocket of her pants, and another twenty thousand into her jacket pocket.

The last twenty thousand went inside her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Feng Lin asked helplessly.

"Confiscated! I'm the goddess of luck; without me, where would you win?"

Xu Ruoying said smugly, crossing her arms.

Feng Lin rolled his eyes helplessly, "You've really got some nerve. Let's head back."

Tang Hong followed behind Feng Lin, her face looking somewhat awkward. It seemed that the woman before her must be Feng Lin's girlfriend.

Didn't Mr. Xu tell Feng Lin before?

After all, their families had arranged a marriage long ago.

...

After leaving, Feng Lin sent a message to someone to take down the gambling spot.

Upon getting home, Feng Lin opened the door.

With Tang Hong's help, they cleaned up the room.

It finally looked somewhat cleaner.

Xu Ruoying called Zhou Ziying, intending to ask for her help to prepare something.

She said goodbye to Feng Lin and left first.

As for Feng Lin, he was ready to grab a bite to eat.

It was almost dusk; they had been busy for so long and hadn't even eaten.

He strolled leisurely around the urban village with his hands in his pockets.

Suddenly, he noticed a steamed bun shop.

So he walked in.

"Welcome! Do you want meat or vegetarian?"

As soon as Feng Lin walked in, he was greeted by a beautiful young girl in a tracksuit.

She had a small face shaped like a melon seed and shoulder-length hair, exuding youthfulness.

Feng Lin just stared at the girl.

"Hello?"

Tang Qianqian called out again, but her expression was becoming displeased.

This guy had no manners, staring at her like that.

"Wait a moment!"

Feng Lin took out a photo from the inside pocket of his clothes and started flipping through them until he found one of a short-haired woman.

She looked exactly like the person before him.

"You... who are you? Why do you have my photo?"

Tang Qianqian tried to snatch it immediately.

But Feng Lin avoided her in time, his expression calm as he looked at Tang Qianqian.

His initial judgment of her was that she wasn't very shapely.

It seemed like she must be of age now, but still flat as a cutting board.

"What I'm about to say, I hope you won't get agitated."

Feng Lin put the other photos away, only holding onto Tang Qianqian's, "Actually, I am your fiancé."

"Marry your grandma's leg!"

Tang Qianqian looked left and right, picked up the broom in the corner, and pointed it at Feng Lin, "Get out! I've called the police!"

"Hear me out, I really am your fiancé, but I think we're not suitable for each other, so let's call off the wedding."

Feng Lin took a few steps back, smiling awkwardly.

"Do you really think I'm joking?"

Tang Qianqian picked up her phone, pressed on Yaoyao Spirit, and even made sure Feng Lin saw the numbers on the screen.

"I want meat buns."

Feng Lin stopped her, insisting on eating first.

Tang Qianqian glared coldly at Feng Lin, but after all, she was there to work, so she chose to hold back.

She grabbed a basket of buns and placed it coldly in front of Feng Lin before turning and walking away.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut came in from behind, smiled at Feng Lin, "Meaty enough?"

"Are you the boss?"

Feng Lin asked calmly.

"Yes, I've been working here for over a decade," Zhang Bing said, nodding with a smile.

"The buns taste good, but the waitress is not up to par. My good mood has been somewhat spoiled by the waitress."

As Feng Lin ate, he glanced at Tang Qianqian.

"You..."

Tang Qianqian pointed at Feng Lin venomously.

"Qianqian! What's this about?" Zhang Bing frowned, "You shouldn't bring your personal feelings into work. Apologize."

"I..."

Tang Qianqian, furious, took a few deep breaths, clenched her fists, walked up to Feng Lin, and said indifferently, "I'm sorry."

"Boss, listen to her tone," Feng Lin complained again.

Zhang Bing frowned disapprovingly, "Qianqian, you should know it's for your mother's sake that Uncle allowed you to work here."

Tang Qianqian pouted slightly.

She had school on weekdays and rushed here by 5:30 PM, working until 7 or 8 PM.

Just two hours, and considering the buns store was mainly busy with breakfast, there was little need for help in the afternoon.

Yet Zhang Bing had agreed, promising her a wage to support the household.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Tang Qianqian squeezed out a smile at Feng Lin, uglier than crying.

"Forget it, I'm not some kind of demon."

Feng Lin laughed, patting Tang Qianqian on the head as he continued to eat his buns.

Tang Qianqian endured silently, sitting opposite him.

After the meal, Feng Lin paid and said before leaving, "Remember to tell your family that it's over between us."

...

Feng Lin wandered around for a while before returning to his own residence.

He found a BMW parked in front of their door.

Zhou Ziying just came out, and upon seeing Feng Lin, immediately rushed over, "Feng Lin, get in the car quick!"

"What's wrong?"

Feng Lin still unaware of the situation, was embraced in the same manner from behind and shoved into the car.

"It's all my fault..."

Zhou Ziying hit the steering wheel in frustration and started the car to leave.

Feng Lin propped his cheek with one hand, learning from Zhou Ziying that the Xu Family had sealed off all of Xu Ruoying's assets and had people watching Zhou Ziying.

Because they knew that Xu Ruoying, when in trouble, would definitely seek help from Zhou Ziying.

The two of them were shopping when Xu Ruoying was forcibly taken away by Xu Family's men.

...

Meanwhile, Xu Ruoying was sitting on a sofa, her eyes red.

Behind her stood two security guards, ready to subdue her at any moment.

"Xiao Ying, tell me the truth, what exactly happened?"

Xu Chuan took a draw from his cigarette, looking grave. He knew his daughter would never do such a thing for no reason.

Xu Ruoying told them everything she had witnessed that day.

Xu Chuan and Wang Qin looked at each other, nonplussed.

"Now do you understand? He was just playing with me!" Xu Ruoying said coldly.

"So what? You marry him, and he promises our family's three hundred million order, it won't be false."

Wang Qin walked over, speaking earnestly, "Moreover, we really can't afford to offend the Song Family. If we upset him, the Xu Family is finished."

"Are you still my mother?" Xu Ruoying yelled through tears.

Bang!

The door of their villa was kicked open by Feng Lin.

"Is it just a three hundred million order? I'll give it to you!" Feng Lin walked in with his hands in his pockets, his expression indifferent.