Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 414: Yes, You Can!

The next morning, Lin Feng came to school to work and, as usual, swung by the General Affairs Office for a quick look. But to his surprise, once he entered the office, everything had changed dramatically. Zhao Jian, who had never said a kind word about him before, was suddenly on his best behavior, not uttering a single unpleasant remark. Instead, he came up to Lin Feng and said a whole lot of flattering things.

"Lin Feng, from now on, you don’t need to come here anymore. Just do whatever you like," Zhao Jian said.

"I used to be too picky; please forgive me. Such things will never happen again," he continued.

"Lin Feng, if there’s ever a problem at home, make sure to speak up. Fix something, perhaps our department can handle it for you."

"Please don’t be shy, if you need anything, just ask. Our department is just like a family."

...

Zhao Jian had been anxious all day yesterday, and this morning, as soon as he saw Lin Feng, he immediately stood up and ran over from the inside, babbling about this and that around Lin Feng, not even realizing what he was saying. However, one thing he did remember clearly was that Lin Feng was Ding Wan’er’s fiancé. No amount of brown-nosing or groveling could be considered too much, under this pretext, so long as he lavished him with enough compliments to keep Lin Feng happy.

What Zhao Jian did not expect, though, was that his behavior now appeared utterly foolish in Lin Feng’s eyes and it really irritated him, like an annoying fly that he just couldn’t stand.

"Shut up!"

Lin Feng tolerated it for a while but couldn’t stand it anymore. Annoyed by Zhao Jian buzzing around his ear, he finally spoke up, wanting him to stop his incessant talking. The feeling was truly bothering him, and, to exaggerate a bit, it was like being surrounded by a bunch of monks chanting non-stop. At that instant, he even felt the urge to physically strike Zhao Jian.

Lin Feng also realized why Zhao Jian had made such a 180-degree turn in his attitude. It must have been that his engagement to Ding Wan’er had spread throughout Yingbo University and even Tianhai City’s high society by yesterday. That’s why Zhao Jian was acting so obsequiously today, continuously apologizing and trying to curry favor with Lin Feng. Facing Zhao Jian’s typical petty bourgeois fawning, Lin Feng couldn’t be bothered to take notice. He just hoped Zhao Jian would stop bothering him.

"..."

Zhao Jian, who had been gleefully chatting beside Lin Feng, turned mute when he heard this sudden outburst. His mind couldn’t comprehend why Lin Feng had abruptly changed his demeanor, but since Lin Feng had silenced him, he definitely couldn’t speak anymore. With this thought, Zhao Jian immediately halted his chatter and even sneaked back to his seat quietly to avoid being kicked away by Lin Feng, staying silent and ready to organize anything Lin Feng might request.

Relieved that Zhao Jian finally stopped badgering him, Lin Feng sighed and turned around at his desk, preparing to leave the office.

"Brother Lin, hello," Wang Xiaomao said, realizing Lin Feng was about to leave. He had only found out about the previous night’s events when he came to work the morning before. In his wildest dreams, he hadn’t imagined that Brother Lin was actually Ding Wan’er’s fiancé. The surprise was so grand that he could hardly believe it was true.

Now, looking at Lin Feng, Wang Xiaomao was utterly impressed, thinking how incredibly fortunate Lin Feng was in romance. He knew before that two extremely beautiful girls from the school were interested in him, and now he was also Ding Wan’er’s fiancé. That meant Brother Lin managed to have so many women at the same time. He was too impressive...

"Xiao Mao, come find me when you’re free. I have to prepare for class now," Lin Feng replied, seeing that it was Wang Xiaomao who had spoken. He signaled that Wang Xiaomao should come to visit the French department whenever he had the chance. This person was quite trustworthy, the only one in the office that Lin Feng found agreeable. Lin Feng still responded to Wang Xiaomao’s greeting.

"Sure, I’ll definitely come when I have time," Wang Xiaomao replied, feeling very happy that Brother Lin had spoken to him. Brother Lin was still the same Brother Lin to him, treating him no differently. That was enough for him; if he got on well with Brother Lin, maybe Brother Lin would even help him transfer to another department.

"Alright then, I’ll be going now," Lin Feng said. After greeting Wang Xiaomao, he left the General Affairs Office without saying a word to Zhao Jian or Liu Lei, treating both of them as if they were air.

Zhao Jian and Liu Lei were utterly helpless in face of the situation. They hadn’t known about Lin Feng’s identity before and failed to get along with him. Could it be that Wang Xiaomao had known about Lin Feng’s identity all along and that’s why he got on good terms with him? He let himself take all the advantage! Thinking of this, both of them grew increasingly convinced of the possibility and were instantly filled with annoyance. He actually knew such a big secret and didn’t tell them — Wang Xiaomao was really too terrible...

However, Zhao Jian and Liu Lei never considered that it was their constant targeting of Lin Feng from the beginning that lead to this situation, instead of blaming everything on Wang Xiaomao.

...

Qian Rong rushed to Ding Yi’s place early in the morning. After returning home the previous evening, he also sensed a huge crisis because Lin Feng was truly formidable, causing all the young girls nearby to involuntarily flock to him. Especially now that Ding Wan’er’s engagement to Lin Feng had been announced, if he wanted Qian Duoduo to be with Lin Feng, he would still need to get past Wan’er. But Duoduo was always busy nowadays, with absolutely no time to see and get closer to Lin Feng. What should he do about it...

After much thought without any good solution, Qian Rong had no choice but to run to Ding Yi again, hoping Ding Yi could help him come up with a plan. Duoduo’s problem was really a big one, as probably only Lin Feng in the whole country could handle Duoduo.

"Old scholar, you have to help me think of a way. Any method that could bring Duoduo and Lin Feng together, I couldn’t figure out a good lead all day yesterday," Qian Rong said as soon as he saw Ding Yi, eagerly asking, hoping Ding Yi could provide him with a good idea.

"Old rogue, when did I agree? Lin Feng is my future grandson-in-law," Ding Yi said, seeing how anxious and flustered Qian Rong was. He knew Qian Rong was fretting over Duoduo’s issue. It had been many years since he had seen him like this, which showed how important Duoduo was to him. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but make a joke, trying to tease Qian Rong and make him more anxious.

In fact, Ding Yi didn’t have any other thoughts; either way, Wan’er was already in a position at the Eastern Palace, and he didn’t really care much about the rest. He was just joking with Qian Rong, but he absolutely didn’t oppose Qian Duoduo, or even Leng Mei becoming Lin Feng’s women. On the contrary, he felt that having all three girls become Lin Feng’s women wouldn’t be a bad thing, as long as it was all voluntary.

"You! Old scholar, you’re being too unrighteous. You agreed just the day before yesterday, how can you go back on it now?" Qian Rong became anxious upon hearing Ding Yi say this. They had had a good discussion the previous night, so why was it suddenly changing now? It didn’t matter if Ding Yi went back on his word, but what about Duoduo? Without Lin Feng, no one could tame Duoduo. Would she have to spend her life alone?

That can’t happen, it just can’t!

Qian Rong felt that he had already made too many mistakes in his life. He would never forgive himself if he let Duoduo spend her life alone.

"Last night, we didn’t agree on anything, okay?" Ding Yi, seeing the veins on the anxious Qian Rong’s face nearly popping, nearly laughed out loud. Smiling at Qian Rong, since he had already started joking with him, he was going to stick with it to see what exactly Qian Rong would do. Qian Rong’s anxious appearance was really quite amusing.

"You... You’re being dishonest, playing dirty tricks!" When Qian Rong heard Ding Yi’s words, he was so angry he nearly choked. He thought about how they had talked properly the previous night, so how could things suddenly change today? It didn’t matter if Ding Yi was inconsistent, but what about his own Duoduo!

The current situation was such that Lin Feng was an incredibly capable young man, the most suitable person for Duoduo. He had to make sure Duoduo ended up with Lin Feng no matter what. But when everything was settled before, why did Ding Yi suddenly change his mind today? What... what exactly is going on?

"Old scholar, are you being serious or are you just kidding?" Qian Rong finally couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to get a clear answer from Ding Yi on whether he was joking.

"Old rogue, are you saying I’m joking?" Ding Yi looked at the frantic Qian Rong, his face red and neck swollen with urgency, thinking to himself that after so many years, he still hadn’t changed one bit, still that decisive person when it came to situations, not knowing how to read the room. If he thought about it carefully, why would he not want Duoduo to be with Lin Feng? It seemed Qian Rong was in a state of concerned confusion, and everything was in chaos.

However, Ding Yi was quite curious about what Qian Rong would do next. Thinking of this, Ding Yi was even more looking forward to what would happen and was even less likely to change his stance.

"Fine, you win. I’ll go to Old Soldier!" After saying that, Qian Rong immediately took out his phone and directly requested a video call with Leng Hui. He now had to find an ally; otherwise, how could he possibly outtalk Ding Yi, who came from a principal’s background?

After a short while, the call connected. Seeing Leng Hui still seated in a wheelchair, Qian Rong immediately felt uplifted. Leng Hui had been a General for over a decade. Teaming up with him against Ding Yi, it would be very easy to take him down.