Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 639 619: Feng, You're Still Too Softhearted

"Feng, Mr. Xia, you both are so happy," Yiyi said enviously.

Ren Feng smiled slightly, "You should find a boyfriend too."

"Ah, the short ones I don't like, the tall ones are out of reach, so I have to stay single," Yiyi said helplessly.

This breakfast took place in a lively atmosphere, and not long after, Xia Wenxue received a phone call.

Upon seeing the caller ID, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Xia, about that lingerie certification, don't worry, I'll handle it for you," said the voice on the other end, Brady, who sounded out of breath and a bit panicked, as if he had been exercising vigorously.

"I think you got something wrong. I will not sell myself for this. You've overestimated your worth," Xia Wenxue said coldly.

"Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia, please don't hang up. I didn't mean that. Rest assured, I've prepared the contract. You don't have to give anything in return. I've handled the lingerie certification for you. Also, as an apology and compensation for my rudeness, I'm stepping down from the chairman position."

Xia Wenxue hesitated. Why did Brady suddenly change his mind?

"Mr. Xia, if you don't believe me, just tell me where you are, and I'll come over with the contract ready for you to sign."

Brady's voice carried a hint of pleading, "Mr. Xia, please give me a chance, I'm begging you."

Xia Wenxue looked at Ren Feng, who smiled back at her.

"Okay, then come over."

After giving him the address, Xia Wenxue hung up the phone.

"Mr. Xia, who was that? Was it Brady?"

"Oh, Mr. Xia, don't bother with him. People like that just take advantage the more you entertain them."

"Exactly."

"I'm not sure. He said he wants to apologize, and he also mentioned that the issue has been resolved."

Other girls exchanged glances, looking incredulous.

"Maybe it's fake. He's the president of a major industry association in France, can't trust him."

As the girls chatted away, Ren Feng continued enjoying his breakfast with a smile.

Before long, a man burst into the restaurant. With a sweeping glance, he immediately spotted Xia Wenxue's table.

"Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia, hello."

Brady approached, and Xia Wenxue along with the other girls were utterly shocked.

"My God, what happened to him?"

Right now, Brady looked nothing like before; he was extremely miserable, with panda-like eyes where his glasses had been struck off, his lips bruised, face covered in blood, hair disheveled, and clothes wrinkled beyond recognition.

Xia Wenxue was also taken aback, while Brady felt like crying but had no tears left.

"Mr. Xia, here's the contract you required. Please sign it, and the lingerie certification issue will be resolved," Brady said cautiously, looking at Xia Wenxue expectantly.

Xia Wenxue frowned slightly, "Brady, what are your conditions?"

"No, no conditions," Brady replied hurriedly. "It's free, just as long as you sign."

"No, if you don't make things clear, I won't sign," Xia Wenxue directly refused.

At this, Brady was dumbfounded, and to everyone's surprise, he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" the girls exclaimed in shock, drawing the attention of others in the restaurant.

"Mr. Xia, I was wrong, please just sign it. I even resign from the chairman position. I beg you, it was my fault before, I deserve to die. I've changed my ways now, please help me out."

Brady spoke miserably, eventually even starting to slap himself hard.

Everyone around the restaurant was stunned—what on earth was happening?

"Isn't that the president of the lingerie association, Brady?"

"Now that you mention it, that really is him. Has he gone mad?" The surrounding French people were frozen in shock—Brady actually kneeling before a woman and slapping himself?

If this gets out, it would be huge news.

Brady has a respected status and is fairly well-known in France; why would he kneel before a woman today and self-flagellate?

"Mr. Xia, if you don't sign, they'll kill me. That group, they made me drink ash water and even threatened to throw me out the window," Brady sobbed bitterly.

"Ah?"

The group of girls were stunned, and Brady kowtowed to Xia Wenxue again, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, please just sign it. You can have a look at the contract, there's absolutely no issue."

Xia Wenxue glanced at Ren Feng, took the contract, and after a brief review, nodded, "Okay, I'll sign."

"Thank you, thank you."

Brady was immensely grateful, his eyes seemingly reddened from crying, looking truly pitiable.

After Xia Wenxue signed it, Brady scurried out of the restaurant, and the group of girls turned their attention to Ren Feng.

"Feng, did you have something to do with this?"

"Yeah, Feng, it seems most likely to be your doing."

The girls all looked at Ren Feng.

Ren Feng felt a bit uneasy, "I just called some friends, asked them to teach that guy a lesson."

"Really?" Yiyi asked.

"Of course it's true. As for what my friend did or how he did it, I don't know," Ren Feng said.

However, the girls' reaction was unexpected.

"Wow, Feng, I didn't realize you're so impressive, still so powerful even abroad!"

The girls were thrilled, "Feng, you're truly amazing."

Ren Feng almost spat out the milk he was drinking; he thought the group of girls was going to interrogate him earlier.

"Feng, it's really reassuring to have you around, but it's still not quite satisfying. You should have had your friend deal with him more brutally, making him doubt his very existence!"

One girl gestured menacingly as she spoke.

"Okay, okay, what nonsense are you saying? He's a guy," Xiaoni interjected.

"So what if he's a guy? Same rules apply! Feng, you were too soft," the girl sighed.

"Huh?"

Ren Feng had his mouth agape, utterly stunned and unable to find words to express his confusion.

This is being too soft?

He now realized he was increasingly unable to comprehend these girls; sometimes, they were simply the embodiments of little devils.

"Alright, once we finish eating, we're going to the Champs-Élysées!" one girl cheered.

"Girls, don't hold back today. Feng is footing the bill, so just buy whatever you want, someone else will pay."

"Alright!"

The group of girls cheered enthusiastically, while Ren Feng felt a bit helpless.

The group headed straight for the Champs-Élysées.

This street is the most prosperous commercial avenue in Paris, France, world-famous, spanning the main east-west thoroughfare of Paris, where top global brands, clothing stores, and perfume shops are concentrated!

Of course, the prices are also not cheap.