The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 1279 - 1278: Yun Sang Actually Cares About You
Yun Sang spoke with candor.
But to Shu Shu and Feng Ting’s ears, it carried different meanings.
Feng Ting pursed his thin lips: ...It’s fine, but there’s no need to say it here and now.
Shu Shu, on the other hand, drew a heart with double arrows in her mind: Wow, a mutual Yun Ting CP, love it love it~~
The two of them, harboring completely different thoughts, looked towards Yun Sang in unison.
Yun Sang was oblivious to any oddities, hooking Feng Ting’s neck like a good buddy, with the other hand resting on Shu Shu’s slender shoulder, pushing the two of them out.
The fourth person, Qiao Yaning: ???
Trailing behind by a step, she stared at the backs of the three ahead, a sense of eeriness arose within her.
Something was off.
These three people were way too off.
President Feng is special to Yun Sang, yet it seems he’s creating opportunities for Yun Sang and Shu Shu.
Shu Shu is very attentive to Yun Sang, but she’s also crazily shipping the Yun Ting CP.
As for Yun Sang’s attitude, she couldn’t see through it.
This person seemed to have some magic, turning those around him into "lifelong buddies."
Yet as a mutual friend of Lu Mian, Yun Sang’s attitude towards Shu Shu and towards her was completely different.
These three people are too bizarre.
Qiao Yaning counted on her fingers, struggling to sort out their relationships.
In the end, she concluded: These three are probably the kind of relationship where he loves him, he loves her, yet she hopes he and he are together.
After exiting the basement, the four of them parted ways in the courtyard.
The wedding banquet in the main building was still ongoing, the manor was brightly lit, and security was tight. Yun Sang’s hand on Shu Shu’s shoulder swung lazily.
"I must say, resting my hand on you feels quite comfortable."
"Shoo shoo, don’t make me a tool person."
Shu Shu immediately felt the tease from the tall one, rolled her eyes, and shrugged her shoulder, shaking off Yun Sang’s hand.
The girl glared at Yun Sang with a fierce yet cute look.
This unruly young master still casually hooked President Feng’s neck, lounging indolently.
She blurted out, "Hanging straight on the president isn’t more comfortable?!"
The use of the word "hang" was exquisite.
Feng Ting’s expression grew peculiar.
Qiao Yaning dashed forward, covering the girl’s mouth before she spouted more "foolish fan" statements, dragging her away directly.
Yun Sang called out to the two girls: "Slow down, no one’s chasing you!"
No response came, only the receding figures.
Feng Ting frowned: "Aren’t you going to see them off? Miss Shu seems to have bumped her leg."
"Really?" Yun Sang, who couldn’t see the girls’ backs anymore, responded, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
"She mentioned hitting her leg as soon as she entered the dark room, didn’t you hear?"
"I didn’t notice." Yun Sang shook his head and leaned askew on Feng Ting, puzzled: "She ran so fast, didn’t seem like her legs were inconvenient..."
Feng Ting looked at Yun Sang with a "no wonder you’re single" expression, and stepped aside to prevent Yun Sang from leaning on him.
Yun Sang noticed this time, stood up straight, and dusted off the creases on his suit.
Raising an eyebrow.
"What? Can’t lean a bit when standing gets tiring? Even Xiao Qimo and Ye Jinwen aren’t as stingy as you."
He used to hang out with Xiao Qimo and Ye Jinwen like this.
Unfortunately, the comrades who vowed to be single for life, one just got married, another is getting into pursuing his wife, only leaving him holding the fort.
Feng Ting: ...
The dignified and solemn man also brushed off the wrinkles on his jacket, explaining mildly: "When in private with no one around, you can. When people are around, you cannot."
With guards coming and going, people with wagging tongues, who knows what trouble could come.
Just those old stubborn folks at the Presidential Residence with their "different statuses," "words and deeds represent the nation," could drown Yun Sang.
Yun Sang couldn’t be bothered with such matters, waved his hand and lost interest.
"You political types are just troublesome."
Finishing his words, he snapped his fingers at the two guards watching the basement behind him.
The guards were his own men, not from the Presidential Residence.
Yun Sang put away his previous nonchalant demeanor, with a frown, exuding a mix of unruliness and resolute stability.
He ordered the guards.
"You, go get a bottle of bruise medicine from my uncle, and send it to my room."
"Yes!" The guard accepted the order and left.
Yun Sang then turned to the other person: "Have someone keep a close eye on Arthur, make sure he doesn’t relay any messages out. If there’s anything unusual..."
His words were left hanging.
The guard understood implicitly, clasped his hands and said, "Yes."
Soon after, Yun Sang gestured with his chin, signaling Feng Ting to head back to the room with him.
He walked ahead, Feng Ting following by a step.
"Telling them specifically not to let Arthur leak information, you’re worried about implicating Miss Shu, right?" Feng Ting spoke slowly.
Though posed as a question, the tone was quite assured.
Yun Sang glanced back at Feng Ting, "Shu Shu is a friend of my sister’s, Arthur has seen her face. If the people from M Country grab her to threaten my sister, it’ll be troublesome. Besides, even if she’s just an ordinary passerby, she shouldn’t be caught up in this."
This explanation was quite reasonable, even Yun Sang himself believed it.
Feng Ting gazed at his back, chuckled softly, and didn’t speak further.
The two of them reached the room.
Feng Ting naturally knew Yun Sang wanted to talk business, so after closing the door, he proactively spoke.
"I’ll handle the matters over in M Country."
"Seems like you guessed what I wanted to see you about." Yun Sang plopped onto the sofa, casually picking up a pink rose from a vase on the table, crossing his legs.
The man’s beautiful fingers gently plucked off the rose petal and continued.
"After the last medical seminar, M Country wasn’t satisfied. Now they’ve set their eyes on the genius latent gene carried by my sister’s body and might resort to any means to get this genetic sequence."
Though straightforward, Yun Sang took no chances when it came to Lu Mian.
He plucked another petal.
"Mianmian just got married, next month is her birthday, the month after is New Year’s, I don’t want such trivial matters affecting her."
"I understand." Feng Ting nodded, "This matter should be handled by me, whether it’s Lu Mian or any ordinary passerby, I will ensure their safety."
The emphasis on "ordinary passerby" clearly teasing Yun Sang.
"Alright, stop with the nonsense." Yun Sang quickly changed the subject, "Anyway, if you need my help, just let me know."
Hearing this, Feng Ting appeared to chuckle lightly, brows narrowed.
With Yun Sang’s words, things would be much easier henceforth.
Just as they finished discussing, a guard delivered a bottle of Yun Zhijuan’s specially made bruise medicine to the room.
Feng Ting got up to leave.
Upon returning to the banquet hall, Feng Ting entered just as Shu Shu was about to head out.
"Mr. President, you’re back so soon?" Shu Shu was surprised and secretly observed Feng Ting.
So fast, less than ten minutes.
She seemed a bit disappointed.
"Yes." Feng Ting nodded slightly, maintaining a calm expression.
Originally, they should’ve just passed by, but for some reason, he added a sentence to the disappointed Shu Shu.
"Yun Sang is just straightforward, he actually cares about you."
