Autumn was passing, and heavy rain and dusk were falling.
Murong Feng sat in his office, reviewing the bound summary table of projects. These were the projects that the investment managers below had investigated and organized, considering them to have certain investment value. They still needed final approval from Zhou Haitao and himself. Murong Feng was absorbed in reading, not noticing that it had already grown dark outside.
In the afternoon, he had already asked his secretary to cancel all his evening engagements. In this bad weather, a lazy person like Murong Feng was unwilling to go out.
Two firm knocks came from the office door, then it was gently pushed open. Murong Feng didn't look up; from the knock, he already knew it was Guo Yong. As Murong Feng's trusted bodyguard and driver, he also held the position of administrative manager at Chang'an Capital. Of course, the specific details were managed by a beautiful deputy administrative manager. Guo Yong was just a figurehead, so he would have something to do when Murong Feng was working and not going out.
"Murong, it's time to go eat!" Seeing Murong Feng still focused on work, Guo Yong couldn't help but admire him. He asked himself, if he had wealth in the millions, he would surely be traveling the world and enjoying life, not like Murong Feng who was still working and socializing every day, busy beyond measure.
Murong Feng finally looked up, glanced out the window, and said in surprise: "It's already dark! ... Yongzi, wait for a moment. After I finish this, just take me straight home. I don't want to eat out."
Guo Yong naturally followed his arrangement, nodding in agreement.
It wasn't that Murong Feng loved work so much, but he was flying to Hainan for a forum tomorrow and staying till the day after. If these projects weren't reviewed, the investment managers below would have to keep waiting for him, delaying the progress of work below. After saying this, Murong Feng quickly finished reviewing the remaining few projects, noting different opinions such as "approved," "postponed," "not recommended," "refer to President Zhou," and so on.
Closing the folder, Murong Feng stood up, stretched his body, and smiled, "Alright, today's work is done! Yongzi, let's go!" He casually glanced out the window; the offices of Galaxy Securities were still brightly lit, but he knew Ye Zi wasn't there. Outside the window, the rain seemed to be falling harder, and the glass curtain wall was covered with rain streaks and water marks, the sky gradually darkening.
Ye Zi had recently gone to Sichuan for a project, so Murong Feng's evening task of sending her home was no more. However, with his numerous affairs, he didn't find himself much freer.
Just as they arrived at the underground parking lot of the building, Murong Feng's phone rang.
"Murong, I'm under the Guangming Bridge on East Second Ring Road, my car is stuck in the water..." The phone signal seemed affected by the weather, Tang Qing's voice was intermittent, but Murong Feng could still hear a hint of panic in her usually elegant voice.
Murong Feng quickly asked, "Janney, how high is the water on the car? Has the engine stalled?"
Hearing his voice, Tang Qing seemed to calm down a bit and said, "The water is just at the bottom of the car door. The tires seem to be stuck in a hole. The engine can still start, but no matter how I press the gas pedal, it won't move. The tires are spinning, throwing a lot of mud onto the windows..."
Murong Feng urgently said, "Quickly turn off the engine, don't try to start it or press the gas pedal anymore. Water will get into the engine and damage it. The water level isn't too high yet, so there's no problem for now. Don't be afraid, I'll be there right away. Just stay in the car and don't move. Call me if anything happens!"
Murong Feng hung up the phone and urgently said to Guo Yong, who was opening the rear door of the Maserati Quattroporte for him, "Don't take this car! Go get the AMG, we're going to Guangming Bridge! Janney is stuck in the water." His face showed rare severity towards Guo Yong out of concern.
Guo Yong, experienced in various situations, remained composed. He immediately locked the car and quickly ran to another parking spot where the black AMG was parked. After getting in the car, they sped along Chang'an Street, even running two red lights at Murong Feng's urging. Fortunately, nothing happened, and they quickly reached Jianguomen. Turning onto the Second Ring Road, after passing Guangqumen Bridge and getting onto the service road, Murong Feng finally understood why Tang Qing was stuck in the water.
For some reason, this section of the service road was under construction. More than half of the roadside was cordoned off with warning signs, and the excavated soil had been washed onto the ground by the rain, making it muddy everywhere. Fortunately, the AMG's super strong off-road capability with a wading depth of up to 0.5 meters was truly at ease in this environment. They quickly arrived next to Tang Qing's sports car stuck in the water under the bridge.
Actually, although it was muddy under the bridge, the water wasn't particularly deep. Ordinary cars could still slowly wade through in first gear. Unfortunately, Tang Qing was quite unlucky. Not only was she driving a sports car with a low chassis, but worse, one of the tires had sunk into a mud pit, trapping her there.
Opening the car door, Murong Feng rolled up his trousers, got out of the car and walked into the water. He directly lifted Tang Qing out of the sports car's driver's seat. Tang Qing, held in his arms, was as docile as a little cat. Murong Feng turned and placed her in the back seat of the AMG before getting in himself. Having been worried for a while, now seeing Tang Qing was fine, he finally felt at ease. Frowning, he reproached, "Why did you come here in this weather? The rain is so heavy, and there's stagnant water and mud under the bridge. It's so dangerous!"
Seeing him, Tang Qing was already happy. Hearing his reproachful tone, she wasn't angry at all, but felt even sweeter inside. She smiled radiantly and said, "I didn't expect the environment under the bridge to be so bad. I had just left the client's company and was planning to make a U-turn under the bridge to go home..."
As they were talking, the roadside assistance truck that Tang Qing had called slowly arrived. Several rescue personnel in uniform blue uniforms got out of the truck and walked through the water and mud to the car stuck in the water. There was a prominent circular logo on the upper arm of the uniform, with "CAA" in blue letters on a yellow background, leaving a deep impression.
The rescue personnel explained that they encountered a car accident on their way from the east, causing traffic jams, which is why it took them a bit longer. They sincerely apologized to Tang Qing, with a very good service attitude. Tang Qing and Murong Feng were holding hands, their mood already calm, so they casually told them to directly tow the car to a nearby 4S shop. Since Tang Qing was a platinum member of the CAA club, this kind of rescue and towing service was free. The rescue truck then pulled Tang Qing's Mercedes sports car out and mounted it on the rear rack of the rescue truck, transporting it to the address Tang Qing provided.
Tang Qing was the marketing director of Mercedes-Benz, so for those Mercedes 4S shops and car clubs, she was the most honorable guest. She didn't need to go there personally; with just one phone call, the 4S shop staff would work overtime to repair and maintain her car.
By this time, the night had grown darker and the rain heavier. Huge raindrops poured down like a torrent, accompanied by rolling thunder. Lightning occasionally tore through the dark sky in the distance, giving people a terrifying feeling of the sky falling and the earth splitting for a moment.
When they arrived at Tang Qing's building, Tang Qing didn't let go of Murong Feng's hand and said expectantly, "Murong, I'm a bit scared. Can you come up and stay with me for a while?" Seeing her pale face and how she shuddered when another clap of thunder seemed to sound right next to her ear, Murong Feng was indeed a bit worried. Also, thinking that if he refused, it would hurt Tang Qing's feelings in front of Guo Yong, he hesitated slightly, then nodded in agreement.
"Brother Yong, why don't you come up and sit for a while too?" Tang Qing politely said to Guo Yong. She had always been very polite and respectful to this skilled bodyguard by Murong Feng's side. Guo Yong, being a perceptive person, quickly smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Tang, but I won't come up." Murong Feng added, "Yongzi, the rain is so heavy now, don't wait for me downstairs. Go home first, I'll take a taxi back tonight."
Hearing him say this, Tang Qing immediately showed a delighted expression, while Guo Yong gave a simple smile and nodded in agreement.
Tang Qing's apartment was a noble-type small apartment with a layout of one bedroom, two living rooms, and one bathroom, totaling 70 square meters. Although small, it was fully equipped. Gongzuo No. 6 was exquisitely decorated, with all decorations and facilities meeting a unified style.
One entire wall in the living room was decorated with hand-pasted gold foil. The bedroom was covered with silk wallpaper, a horsehair-woven headboard, Venetian crystal lamps with gold powder mixed in during blowing, entirely natural Swarovski crystal faucets and switches, century-old elm burl decorative columns, an entire hand-sewn coffee table made of horsehide, and walls decorated with gold foil, silver foil, silk, brocade, and peach blossom heartwood. From large items like wardrobes, bookcases, beds, and sofas, to small items like a painting, a sculpture, or a vase, everything was a handcrafted piece custom-made from around the world.
Despite all this, Murong Feng still felt that Tang Qing's room reflected her own aesthetics and personality everywhere. Large artistic photos of her hung on the walls, breathtakingly beautiful. Display shelves were filled with ornaments and decorative small items of various cultural styles from around the world, showing that she had been to many places and loved to travel. The white sofa in the living room looked particularly elegant amidst the luxurious surroundings, perhaps symbolizing a unique pure corner in her heart, or maybe this was Tang Qing's longing for love?
As Murong Feng was lost in thought, the bedroom door opened and Tang Qing walked out smiling. She had changed from her black professional suit into a comfortable white cotton home dress, less seductive and more pure! That sense of fragility and cuteness that had never appeared on her before made Murong Feng very curious.
"Murong, go wash up quickly. You stepped in the water earlier, your pants are all dirty! I'll prepare a set of clean clothes for you in a moment! Go quickly, when you come out after washing, I'll let you taste my cooking skills!" She affectionately pulled Murong Feng up from the sofa, pushing him towards the bathroom while smiling.
Although Murong Feng and Tang Qing had been fond of each other for a long time, they rarely had such intimate moments alone at home. Now being pushed by her to take a bath, although his legs were uncomfortable from the mud and water, he still felt an indescribable awkwardness. Hearing her words, he was stunned: "Your cooking skills?"
Tang Qing smiled with a hint of pride: "If it weren't for you being a hero saving a beauty today, you wouldn't have the fortune to taste the cooking of Miss Tang the Second. Let me tell you, even the old man has to beg me for a long time to eat my cooking. You should consider yourself lucky! Go wash quickly!" With that, she pushed Murong Feng into the bathroom.