Ren Feng certainly wasn't going to leave; he didn't take these so-called Four Young Masters of Suhang seriously at all.

Seeing everyone present looking at him in shock, Ren Feng glanced at Jiang Xiangwen.

"Mr. Jiang, it seems you're not in the mood to take me sightseeing. How about another day? I'll wait at the Xia Family."

Ren Feng said lightly.

"Alright, Moshu, you take Mr. Ren back."

Jiang Moshu nodded. Jiang Xiangwen had to stay to handle things. Song Ziwu's kneecaps were shattered, which meant he'd spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, and Yang Rui was beaten black and blue, with Cheng Fei's hand bleeding.

On the first day in Suhang, this person already took out three of the four young masters. If Jiang Xiangwen chose to oppose, he estimated it would become a complete sweep.

Ren Feng left, looking at Song Ziwu, still lying unconscious on the ground. Jiang Xiangwen sighed.

"Send him back to the Song Family. We'll see what the Song Family has to say about this."

Cheng Fei, still bleeding from his hand, spoke from the side with a gloomy expression.

The reputation of the Four Young Masters of Suhang was completely ruined from today.

"Brother Cheng, what do we do?" Yang Rui asked from the side.

He shivered at the thought of Ren Feng smiling as he broke Song Ziwu's bones.

This man is a devil.

But the thought of giving up left him unwilling.

"We'll discuss it when we get back."

Cheng Fei waved his hand, and the bodyguards next to him lifted the unconscious Song Ziwu into the car.

On the other side, Jiang Moshu drove Jiang Xiangwen's car towards the Xia Family.

After the earlier commotion, the sky unknowingly turned dark.

Looking at Ren Feng sitting in the passenger seat, Jiang Moshu opened her mouth several times but always hesitated to speak.

"If you want to ask something, just ask," Ren Feng said with a smile, "I'm always generous with beauties, especially beautiful ones like you."

Jiang Moshu's face, visible through her golden glasses, showed a hint of curiosity and confusion as she looked at Ren Feng and asked, "Why did you have to break Song Ziwu's legs?"

"It's simple. If I didn't break his legs, he would have broken mine," Ren Feng smiled slightly. "It's better to break his legs. I don't like to suffer losses, so he had to."

Jiang Moshu was momentarily speechless, her chest heaving slightly under her beige uniform, but Ren Feng's words left her without a retort.

"Don't worry. I don't take the Four Young Masters of Suhang seriously. I'll be at the Xia Family. If they want to trouble me, they're welcome to try,"

Ren Feng said casually, with a hint of confidence on his face.

He glanced at Jiang Moshu's beautiful profile. This woman still wore earrings, exuding an intellectual maturity, like a poppy flower for men, constantly emitting a charming aura.

Suddenly, Jiang Moshu felt a warmth near her cheek. When she turned her head, Ren Feng had unknowingly moved close, seemingly taking in her scent.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Moshu was startled, her grip on the steering wheel faltered, and the car veered towards the roadside and came to a stop.

"Nothing," Ren Feng smiled slightly, "just wanted to ask you a question."

"What question?"

Jiang Moshu's flustered face turned cold again; Ren Feng's previous behavior seemed quite rude to her.

"What perfume are you wearing?" Ren Feng smiled.

"If that's what you're asking, I won't answer. It's completely meaningless," Jiang Moshu replied coldly.

She pressed the accelerator again, and the car continued forward.

"Then I'll change the question," Ren Feng smiled, "Do you really dislike men that much?"

"Women are always better than men," Jiang Moshu replied coldly.

Ren Feng nodded; seeing Jiang Moshu's cold demeanor, he didn't press further but suddenly said after a moment's silence, "Do you know the Song Family?"

"Suhang has two old families. One is the Xia Family, economically strong, with great influence in political and business circles, mainly because Mr. Xia has many protégés,"

Jiang Moshu said softly, "The other is the Song Family. However, they've always kept a low profile, aside from Song Ziwu who keeps causing trouble. There's not much else."

"What does the Song Family do?" Ren Feng asked with a smile, "Your Jiang family deals in silk, but what about the Song Family?"

"The Song Family seems to be in trade as well, but it's overseas trade. We're not exactly sure, but they hold significant power locally in Suhang," Jiang Moshu said, "Besides these two, all other families, including ours, have risen recently."

Ren Feng nodded, but internally he was moved.

"In this generation of the Song Family, is there really only one Song Ziwu?"

"Correct," Jiang Moshu said while driving, "The Xia Family only has Xia Wenxue, the main branch of the Song Family has only Song Ziwu. The Cheng Family has two sons, but only Cheng Fei has potential. As for the Yang Family, things are much worse; if a family is going to drop out, it will definitely be the Yang Family."

"How do you know so much?" Ren Feng asked, slightly surprised.

"We all probe each other. This is all surface-level information. Alright, we're here. Get out,"

Jiang Moshu stopped the car, and Ren Feng stepped out. As he closed the door, he suddenly leaned in with a smile and said, "Moshu, Adina's perfume is too strong for you. Try switching to Feizi's diamond series perfume."

With that, Ren Feng closed the door.

Jiang Moshu was stunned but didn't mind, driving away without issue.

Ren Feng, however, was deep in thought. Is it true that the Song Family only has Song Ziwu?

Honestly, he found it hard to believe because it seemed too coincidental; the figure of Song Ziwen was also difficult to forget.

One must stay vigilant.

Ren Feng entered the villa, where Xia Yunlong was sitting in the hall reading. Seeing Ren Feng come in, he smiled and nodded.

"Mr. Xia," Ren Feng greeted with a smile, although he was slightly surprised internally. Mr. Xia must have already heard about what happened earlier, yet he didn't say anything, which was indeed puzzling.

Still, this calmness was admirable.

In another room, Xia Wenxue was also looking through some photos.

Ren Feng quietly walked over and held her.

"Truly beautiful," Ren Feng said softly.

Xia Wenxue had already become quite accustomed to Ren Feng's little gestures. She held up a photo, a childhood picture.

"If you saw my childhood photos, you'd definitely think they are unbearable to look at," Ren Feng said with a smile.

"Oh really? Now you're making me curious," Xia Wenxue said softly, tilting her head.

"It's a pity there are no childhood pictures of me, but I have another way to show you," Ren Feng said with a mischievous grin.

"What way?"

Ren Feng leaned into her ear, "We could have a baby. When they grow up, you'll see what I looked like as a child."

After saying this, he picked up Xia Wenxue and headed upstairs amid her surprised cries.

An old man lying in a chair in the courtyard mumbled, "This little rascal sure knows how to make the most of his time."

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