The luxury car's high privacy features ensured its darkened windows concealed the interior completely.
A middle-aged man stepped out from the driver's seat.
Dressed in a dark suit with a meticulously knotted tie, he wore a pair of white gloves.
"Gloves? A chauffeur?"
Someone beside Luo Kai snorted in amusement.
"This is hilarious. Sang Lu putting on airs when her husband is just a driver."
"And he’s kind of old, looks almost forty," Luo Kai sneered, casting a meaningful glance in Sang Lu’s direction. "No wonder he can’t satisfy his woman—must be why she’s cheating on him."
Amidst stifled laughter…
The middle-aged man swiftly moved to the rear door.
His movements were precise, as if professionally trained, as he slightly bowed and reached to open the door.
The rear door slowly swung open.
A polished leather shoe touched the ground.
The man in the back seat wore tailored suit pants that accentuated his long, powerful legs.
When Feng Yan stepped out of the car,
the air around them seemed to freeze for a moment.
Gasps of awe rippled through the crowd.
Feng Yan’s distant, cold demeanor exuded an untouchable nobility, as if untouched by worldly struggles.
His commanding presence stood out starkly against the deepening twilight.
Aloof, untouchable.
With a crisp snap—
his well-defined fingers effortlessly flicked, shutting the car door behind him.
The sound of the door closing echoed sharply in the evening breeze.
All eyes were fixed on Feng Yan.
Yet his gaze locked onto a single spot in the crowd.
Others followed his line of sight.
In an instant,
countless stares landed on Sang Lu.
Sang Lu’s mind buzzed under the scrutiny, her thoughts blanking out.
"Oh my god, isn’t that Feng Yan, the CEO of Feng Corporation?"
"I never imagined he’d be even more handsome in person than in magazine photos! The charisma of a mature man is off the charts!"
"What’s Feng Yan doing at the TV station? If the director knew, he’d be rushing out to greet him personally!"
Whispers and exclamations hadn’t ceased since Feng Yan emerged from the car.
Yet the man at the center of attention ignored everyone else, his focus solely on Sang Lu.
Suddenly,
he raised his right hand slightly, lazily curling his index and middle fingers in a beckoning motion.
Casual, yet radiating an unyielding authority.
Sang Lu blinked in confusion. "?"
Huh?
Was he… calling her over?
Oh no.
Ice-Cold Bro’s stance…
He was definitely here to catch her.
"Lu Lu!!!" Yu Xiaoke gasped, covering her mouth.
Her words stumbled out.
"Your husband is… Feng Yan???"
The legendary, frosty, unapproachable tycoon… is Lu Lu’s husband???
Holy crap!
This was the scandal of the century.
Sang Lu pressed her lips together stiffly.
She nodded.
Now that he’d come all the way here, standing right in front of her,
there was no way to pretend otherwise.
"Yeah, that’s right…"
"!!!!" Yu Xiaoke’s expression mirrored a screaming meme.
The colleagues from Team D exchanged bewildered glances, struggling to process the bombshell Sang Lu had just dropped.
Their jaws practically hit the floor.
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A few who had gossiped about Feng Yan in front of Sang Lu in the breakroom earlier now whispered frantically among themselves.
"This is insane!"
"Little Sang kept her lips sealed—she’s been living the high life all along!"
Under the stunned gazes of her Team D colleagues,
Sang Lu walked up to Feng Yan.
She awkwardly started with an apology:
"Uh, sorry… I forgot today was the fifteenth…"
She took a shallow breath, stealing a glance at Feng Yan’s reaction.
Whether it was guilt or the dimming twilight playing tricks,
his aura felt especially intimidating today.
Better not look directly at him.
She pivoted smoothly,
standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
Since the secret was out, she might as well own it.
With a bright smile, she confidently introduced him to her colleagues:
"Let me introduce you—this is my husband, Feng Yan."
The world seemed to pause.
An eerie silence followed.
A few seconds later,
a wave of shocked murmurs erupted from the crowd further back.
"Did I hear that right? Is Sang Lu delusional? She just called Feng Yan her husband?"
"Is this for real? This is explosive!"
"No wonder Sang Lu never shows up to any station mixers—she’s already a wealthy socialite!"
"Wait… how do we address her now? Do we call her Mrs. Feng?"
Meanwhile, Team D snapped out of their daze almost simultaneously.
They began waving and greeting him eagerly.
"CEO Feng, hello! We’ve heard so much about you!"
"CEO Feng, haha, we met at the investor conference! You probably don’t remember me, but—"
"CEO Feng, I’m—"
The greetings came in waves,
one after another.
Sang Lu was taken aback.
She’d expected some surprise if her marriage to Feng Yan ever came to light,
but not this level of frenzy.
What she didn’t realize, however,
was that the moment she called him "husband,"
the man beside her stiffened imperceptibly.
His usually impassive expression flickered,
dark eyes glinting with something unreadable.
He studied her silently for a long moment
before turning to acknowledge her enthusiastic colleagues.
His cool gaze swept over them.
Feng Yan gave a slight nod.
That was all.
Nearby, Luo Kai and his group stood frozen,
their eyes darting between Feng Yan and Sang Lu in disbelief.
Their panic grew with each passing second.
"No way…"
"Sang Lu’s husband is Feng Yan, the CEO of Feng Corporation??"
"That man’s a top-tier magnate! How is this possible?"
"Then… the car she got into after the investor conference… was that Feng Yan’s too?"
Luo Kai felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Rooted to the spot, he regretted everything.
He wanted to slap himself.
He’d just mocked Sang Lu to her face.
Now he was done for.
Offending Sang Lu meant offending the Feng family.
The Fengs’ influence in the capital was undeniable.
If Sang Lu complained to Feng Yan,
the man could crush him like an ant.
Luo Kai didn’t dare think further.
Perhaps it was a businessman’s instinct,
but Feng Yan’s gaze briefly lingered on Luo Kai’s direction,
immediately picking up on his fear.
Guilt made people nervous.
Feng Yan held his stare for half a second longer.
That was enough to make Luo Kai tremble.
His legs turned to jelly.
He wanted to run, to disappear.
But his feet felt cemented in place.
Terrified.
Meanwhile, inside the Mercedes parked outside the TV station,
Zhuang Xiao craned her neck, straining to see.
The scene had shifted too quickly.
With no way to hear the conversations,
she was utterly lost.
What was happening?
A luxury car had pulled up,
a man stepped out,
and suddenly everyone’s expressions changed?
Why did Sang Lu walk over to him?
Why were people looking at her with… envy and flattery?
Wasn’t Sang Lu supposed to be fired?
How could she act so unbothered?
