Chen Feng did not like Wu Mengting's increasing jealousy and temper.

If she kept this up and even escalated, Chen Feng definitely wouldn't foolishly fulfill the six-month agreement he had with her.

After experiencing a failed first marriage and changes in his financial status, it was hard for him to truly fall for a woman again.

Up until now, no woman had been able to truly capture his heart, nor did he want to be tied down by one. At least, that's how he felt now.

The reason Chen Feng had previously given Wu Mengting special treatment, besides her extraordinary beauty, was mainly because he found her reliable and trustworthy, and it seemed she truly had feelings for him.

Such a woman was undoubtedly worthy of being entrusted with his affairs after his death, capable of managing his posthumous matters, and perhaps, though not required, providing some care for his parents.

In a way, Chen Feng initially had some ulterior motives with her.

But now, things had changed. His health was improving, and he hadn't had any major health issues for some time, so it was highly unlikely he'd need to entrust his affairs to Wu Mengting anymore.

Not to mention that Wu Mengting had lost most of her original value to him, and for the now billionaire Chen Feng to be tied down by her alone, having to settle and live a monogamous life with her indefinitely, he was somewhat unwilling.

Simply put, as the saying goes, it's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

For example, he hadn't tasted a wide variety of delicious dishes before, but now he could regularly enjoy them. If someone asked him to eat just one dish every day, even if it was delicious, could he be content?

Even if he could be content now, what about the future? Could he remain content long-term? That was hard to say.

Normal people have desires. Even those monks who preach asceticism often think about how to make money and satisfy their appetites without restrictions, and even other desires.

As a normal man, and a wealthy one at that, having a man's desires was perfectly natural for Chen Feng.

Even if he married Wu Mengting and started a family, he couldn't assure himself that he would remain celibate and not get involved with other women.

Unless he had a health issue that removed those needs, but that was clearly impossible. As he continued his meditation and absorbed intangible energy, he was becoming stronger physically.

Right now, Chen Feng was already somewhat dissatisfied with Wu Mengting, but he didn't want to end things abruptly with her; there were too many ties involved.

The main tie was that his parents were very satisfied with her, and his mother even took the trouble to introduce her to the family.

If he told his family now that he and Wu Mengting had "broken up," his mother might not break his leg, but she'd certainly be furious and disappointed in him.

That was something Chen Feng didn't want to see.

So for now, Chen Feng would just wait and see. As long as Wu Mengting didn't go too far, Chen Feng wasn't stingy and could tolerate her to some extent.

Over the next two days, Wu Mengting didn't throw any tantrums, which was a relief to Chen Feng.

But it might have been because he stayed at home the whole time, not stepping out.

That day, Chen Feng planned to continue staying at home, eating, drinking, scrolling through his phone, watching TV, meditating, and absorbing energy—a very fulfilling life.

Best of all, he didn't have to worry about chores like cooking and cleaning, as someone took care of them for him.

Such a life was undoubtedly the ideal state for many homebodies.

But then a strange phone call came in. At first, Chen Feng directly refused to answer, but when it called a second time, he rejected it again. Usually, if it was a sales call, they wouldn't call a third time, but this one did.

Seeing this, Chen Feng picked up.

"Chen Feng, you con artist!"

As soon as the call connected, Chen Feng heard this accusation from the other side. The voice was female, but he couldn't immediately recall who she was, sounding both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar.

"Who are you? When did I cheat you?" Chen Feng frowned and asked.

"I'm Han Shipei! Don't you recognize me anymore?"

It was Han Shipei on the other end, almost gritting her teeth as she spoke to Chen Feng. She had a reason to be mad at Chen Feng; he had appeared like a prince charming and helped her out, with the promise to lend her fifty thousand yuan.

Especially since she had repeatedly reminded Chen Feng to re-add her on WeChat.

But after they parted ways, she waited two or three days without Chen Feng adding her back on WeChat, let alone lending her money.

Today, she finally received the damage assessment for the car accident: the repair cost for the BMW was over 350,000 yuan, and she had to pay out 100,000 yuan herself, far exceeding her initial estimate, not to mention her own car would cost several thousand more to fix.

This further worsened her already tight financial situation. What added insult to injury was that her two backup plans—a couple of guys she was cultivating—ran into each other in real life and, because of her, ended up brawling in the street and were now both detained.

For the time being, she couldn't get money from them, and both of their numbers would have to be scrapped.

This was truly a case of misfortune never coming alone.

Even if Chen Feng agreed to lend her fifty thousand yuan, it wouldn't cover her compensation. She even thought about dodging the payment, but the other party was a local, wealthy person driving a million-yuan car, who could easily deal with a migrant worker like her.

Thinking it over, Han Shipei realized she couldn't dodge the compensation.

When it came to sources for the money, her best bet was, of course, her good friend Hong Xiaodan, followed by the wealthy Chen Feng.

But like she'd said before, over the years, she had borrowed at least five or six hundred thousand yuan from Hong Xiaodan. Though Hong Xiaodan never demanded repayment, she knew if she kept borrowing, their friendship wouldn't last long.

Hong Xiaodan was a friend she couldn't afford to lose, the rock in her life she needed to keep secure.

So, after weighing her options, she decided to turn to Chen Feng. After all, he'd promised to lend her money.

She got Chen Feng's phone number from Hong Xiaodan and called directly.

It took three attempts to get through.

"Oh, it's you. The voice on the phone was a bit distorted; I didn't recognize you at first. What's up?"

Since Han Shipei had already identified herself, Chen Feng wouldn't pretend not to know her.

"Good, you remember me. I recall reminding you to re-add me on WeChat, but I've been waiting, and you still haven't added me back."

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