The old man taught Ren Feng many things, among which one very important skill was: when you meet a person, speak human language; when you meet a ghost, speak ghost language.

This skill is commonly known as acting.

The moment Ren Feng extended his hand, his entire demeanor changed. From being casual at first, he instantly transformed into a graceful and well-mannered gentleman.

Moreover, his action of extending his hand was very standard. Standing not far from Jiang Xiangwen, his legs were straight, his upper body slightly leaned forward, extending his right hand, fingers together, thumb spread apart.

His expression was focused, a smile on his face, eyes looking at Jiang Xiangwen.

Jiang Xiangwen's gaze immediately shifted from disdain to respect.

He didn't know who Ren Feng was, but he understood that someone with such demeanor and to be favored by Xia Wenxue must be extraordinary. Given the complex situation in Suhang nowadays, having one more friend was better than having one more enemy.

So, Jiang Xiangwen also stood up, extended his hand, and said with a smile, "Mr. Ren, you're being polite."

Jiang Moshu was somewhat surprised. Sitting beside them, it seemed as if she was scrutinizing Ren Feng for the first time; indeed, at this moment, Ren Feng had a different aura than before, with a hint of arrogance.

This is exactly the demeanor a scion of an aristocratic family should have.

However, Jiang Moshu's surprise quickly dissipated, replaced again by a sense of disgust, although much less intense.

"I didn't expect Mr. Ren to earn Wenxue's favor." Jiang Xiangwen's tone carried a hint of regret, though his face still smiled, "I wonder where Mr. Ren is from?"

Ren Feng did not answer him but looked at Jiang Xiangwen with a slight proud expression on his face.

"Oh, my old man forbids me from revealing that, but he loves your Jiang family's brocade. Every year he orders custom-made products from your store." Ren Feng's expression was calm.

Ren Feng was not lying. Although the old man lived on Fucheng Mountain and never went out, people often delivered things into the mountains, including brocade from Suhang the Jiang Family.

Jiang Xiangwen's expression slightly changed. His family was indeed in the silk industry, but the custom-made orders were mainly for high-end clients. In other words, if the other party hadn't reached this level, they wouldn't know the Jiang Family's industry.

Most importantly, the term "old man" was mainly used by people from Yanjing, right?

This made Jiang Xiangwen no longer dare to underestimate Ren Feng.

"Haha, thanks to the old man for his patronage of our family. Meeting Mr. Ren today is fate. May I request your address so when new designs are available, I can immediately send them over for Mr. Ren to choose as a gesture of my filial respect?" Jiang Xiangwen said with a smile, trying to establish a connection with Ren Feng.

"Mr. Jiang, you put me in a tough spot. Our old man doesn't like these tactics," Ren Feng smiled and refused, without revealing that the old man was right at the Xia Family.

"I was too abrupt. It's better to meet by chance than to invite intentionally. Since I have the opportunity to meet Mr. Ren today, and it's almost evening, how about I host a dinner for everyone?" Although Ren Feng declined, Jiang Xiangwen was not angry.

If one accepted such a gift upon first meeting, it would mean the eldest son of the Ren Family would have no future.

Ren Feng glanced slightly at Xia Wenxue, who softly said, "Ren Feng, you go with him, I'm a bit tired today."

How could she not be tired? Being tossed around on the bed by Ren Feng.

Ren Feng smiled lightly and said to Jiang Xiangwen: "Sure, since Xue'xue isn't going, I'll go in her stead."

Jiang Xiangwen sighed inwardly, lamenting that he didn't expect them to be so close, indicating he truly had no chance at all.

Jiang Moshu's brows slightly furrowed, she pushed her gold-rimmed glasses but said nothing.

Regarding the affairs of the Jiang Family, she never cared and never intervened; if it weren't for the recent intense clash among the four families, she probably wouldn't have returned.

"Then let's go now." Jiang Xiangwen looked at his watch, showing the time around three in the afternoon, "If we have time, I'll show Mr. Ren around Suhang."

Jiang Xiangwen said with a smile: "Suhang is known for three delicacies: silk, tea, and pearls. But actually, there are four. I'll tell you the fourth later."

Xia Wenxue stood up and said softly to Ren Feng: "Come back earlier."

Then, she helped Ren Feng tidy up his collar and went upstairs herself.

This sight made Jiang Xiangwen envious.

The three went out together, but there was an issue because Ren Feng didn't have a car. To drive, he would have to take one from the Xia Family.

Seeing Ren Feng intending to return to get a car, Jiang Xiangwen smiled and said: "We're not going racing, no need for so many cars. Mr. Ren, why don't you drive Moshu's car?"

These words made Ren Feng and Jiang Moshu pause.

Ren Feng was somewhat surprised, glancing at Jiang Moshu, only to see her brows furrowed, looking at him with some disdain.

"Mr. Jiang, that's not quite appropriate, as it's Miss Jiang's car. I think I'm not qualified to use it." Ren Feng said with a calm expression.

"Moshu won't mind." Jiang Xiangwen looked at Jiang Moshu.

A flash of disgust passed through Jiang Moshu's eyes, but she held back, saying: "You can drive my car."

The tone was rather cold.

Ren Feng smiled inwardly but then said with a laugh, "In that case, thank you, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Xiangwen said: "Moshu, Mr. Ren is still a guest."

"I know." Jiang Moshu said coldly. If not for the Jiang Family, would she let Ren Feng use her car?

While pondering this, Ren Feng unabashedly got into her blue Maserati, even positioning himself in the driver's seat.

This action left Jiang Moshu a bit surprised, her expression turning colder.

"Why are you sitting in the driver's seat?"

Jiang Moshu looked at Ren Feng, on the verge of exploding with anger.

"Oh. I usually prefer to drive myself." Ren Feng smiled a bit shyly, "When others drive, it feels uncomfortable, especially with a female driver."

"You!" Jiang Moshu felt a surge of anger inside her. What she didn't know was that one must never banter with Ren Feng, as many women have lost in this game, only Liou Rumei could match him.

"It's alright, I'm a good driver, you can trust me." A smile was on Ren Feng's face, "I drive smoothly, come on board."

Seeing Ren Feng acting as if he owned the car made Jiang Moshu truly infuriated, her face, behind glasses, was quite cold.

The dislike that had previously lessened now intensified.

She directly opened the door on the right and got into the car.

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