Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Female Guest in the Backyard (Second Update)

Between a man and a woman, it’s just this simple thing: once a certain boundary is crossed, there’s no more shyness.

Feng Jing reached out to Feng Jun because she really wanted to travel, but deep down, she hoped he would follow along.

Just like the last trip to the capital.

However, such matters couldn’t always be initiated by her invitation.

One could imagine that on the trip, aside from sightseeing, the two of them would also engage in some intimate activities.

In fact, for her, enjoying the scenery and being with him were both intoxicating experiences.

Feng Jun invited her strongly, saying, “My place is really big (don’t get any wrong ideas), and very beautiful, with mountains blooming with flowers and shaded by green trees. Hmm, I also just bought a yacht, we could row on the river.”

If you want to pretend you’re on the Lover’s Beach of Pipi Island, it’s possible to have a heap of white sand on the yacht too.

Feng Jing, feeling good, trusted him. Hearing his sincere offer, she said, “I’ll come over early this Saturday morning then.”

“No, come today,” Feng Jun urged, “If you feel good about it, take a day off tomorrow, and then you’ll have three consecutive days off: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.”

Feng Jing made excuses but ultimately reluctantly agreed.

At half-past four in the afternoon, she drove a small (sponsorship available) car, stopping at the mountain gate.

Feng Jun sat on a motorcycle waiting inside the gate, and seeing a car approaching, he stuffed the book into his bag and waved, “Over here.”

The mountain gate opened, and Feng Jun pushed his motorcycle toward the guardhouse, “You two ride ahead, don’t get the car all muddy.”

Feng Jing wore sunglasses and a silk scarf, driving a car that wasn’t hers, appearing somewhat disguised.

When he got into the car, she turned to glance at him, “Is this place really yours?”

“Of course,” Feng Jun laughed, “Drive on, slowly, it’s not far, just over three kilometers.”

“Three kilometers… You drive,” said Feng Jing as she opened the car door and a pair of white, slender legs emerged from the car.

The eyes of the two guards at the gate instantly shifted toward her, and one of them even let out a slight “crack” from his neck.

The mountain road was basically complete, and Feng Jun drove steadily, casually pointing out the scenery outside the window.

Feng Jing also expressed her admiration and even took a few photos with her phone, “Besides the lack of big trees, the scenery here is really nice.”

“That it is,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, “Good scenery with a good wind… It’s a perfect match.”

Feng Jing felt happy inside and spoke gleefully, “With such great scenery, you still read books… What were you reading just now?”

“Heh,” Feng Jun chuckled dryly, stroking his chin, thinking to himself, would I tell you it was the ‘Dragon Phoenix Fusion Scripture’?

Driving this short distance was quick, but the journey along the roadside reminds visitors how vast this place is.

It never crossed Feng Jing’s mind that Feng Jun could own such a large piece of land in the outskirts of Zhengyang.

Getting out of the car at the villa, she felt a bit dizzy, “Is this villa also yours?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“What’s so rare about that,” Feng Jun glanced at her and chuckled in reply, “The mountain road we just drove on, I built that.”

His claim was a bit exaggerated; the original owner, Li Ning, had built the road, and he merely widened it a bit.

Feng Jing was always indifferent to wealth—not out of disregard, but because she was confident in earning and spending money.

But at that moment, she couldn’t help but voice her awe, “How much money does this cost… Tycoon, can I hug your leg?”

Feng Jun liked her straightforwardness, so he replied with a smile, “I don’t have big legs, but smaller ones… Won’t you hug those?”

Feng Jing rolled her eyes at him. She understood, but she wouldn’t entertain such hooligan talk and quickly walked toward the villa, “Wow, this place is nice, I need to take a good look around.”

Li Xiaobin was in the villa’s main hall, not only the personal assistant to President Feng but also served as the receptionist, clerk, cleaner, switchboard operator, and more at Luohua Manor.

Seeing a stunning woman she had never encountered before, and one who was an outright knockout at that, Assistant Li felt a bit disgruntled. What was up with this guy, casually meeting a woman, and she’s always such a beauty?

She was annoyed, but she was well aware that Boss Feng had been even less pleased over the past month, his face rarely showing any smile.

It was a rare occasion for him to be in good spirits today, proactively inviting someone over, even beaming with smiles.

Therefore, she still greeted the guest with a demeanor that was calm with a hint of indifference.

Feng Jing simply ignored her presence, casually looking around the first floor of the villa without going upstairs, “Apart from being big… everything else seems quite ordinary.”

With a smile, Feng Jun glanced at her, making a double entendre, “I told you before, it’s big… Shall we walk around the yard?”

The two came to the courtyard, where they first admired the river from afar. Feng Jing praised the view again, “The view is nice. It’s really comfortable to live here.”

“You can stay here often,” Feng Jun really wanted to say that, but unfortunately, there might not be any future between the two of them, so it was inappropriate to say it. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed, “See that? My yacht… just bought it. Want to go down and have some fun with it?”

Feng Jing thought about it for a moment before ultimately shaking her head with a touch of regret, “Maybe another day, it’s a bit late today.”

It was only five o’clock, not late at all, but wanting to sail on the river and get back before dark would indeed be a bit rushed.

Feng Jun felt the same and nodded with a smile. “You’ve got a point. I also want to modify the yacht a bit, add some more lights. On summer nights, we could have a barbecue by the river, listen to the sound of the rain… How does that sound?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Feng Jing, despite often dressing rebelliously, had the soul of an artistic youth as a music professional. She spoke cheerfully, “Next time it rains, just let me know if you’re free.”

Feng Jun stole a glance at her, “Why don’t you go down and take a look now, and give me some suggestions on how to modify the lighting?”

He was determined to have her stay the night, but he couldn’t make it too obvious.

Feng Jing actually had a hunch, but since he was talking about something she was interested in, she really did go take a look at the yacht and even offered some suggestions.

With the back and forth, it was six o’clock now. It was early summer and still quite light outside. Feng Jun then invited Feng Jing to take a look at the back yard.

She hesitated, saying it was getting late and that it would take some time to get back to the city, maybe another day.

However, she did admit, “Your manor is really fun. I can’t explore it for seven days, but a day or two would be manageable.”

Feng Jun persisted, mentioning that there was a rockery in the backyard that offered an excellent view from the top.

As he spoke, he took out a walkie-talkie, “Gazi, I’m taking a friend to the backyard for a walk, tidy up a bit.”

Seeing that he had already notified his staff, Feng Jing had no choice but to follow him to the backyard.

To be honest, the view in the backyard was really good and Wang Haifeng and the others had already tidied up, standing ready.

Normally, interrupting cultivation could have an impact, but it was mealtime now, and the three were no longer channeling the Grand Circulation but simply gathering qi and focusing their minds.

They were all very aware that Feng Jun had never invited anyone to the backyard before; only the four of them knew the secrets of the backyard — or maybe a crow as well?

Zhou Xiaotong once tried to barge into the backyard but was ordered by Master Feng to stop right there and not go any further.

Now someone was actually being invited in, so the three of them quickly got ready.

As soon as Feng Jing entered the backyard, Wang Haifeng couldn’t help but let out a little exclamation of surprise. This woman… why did she seem so familiar?

Taking another look at Feng Jun, he remembered—wasn’t this the person from nearby? She had handled the red envelope from the master very smoothly.

The master indeed had quite the skill; such a beautiful woman with that look and temperament had already progressed to… being brought to the backyard?

Half a year ago, having witnessed their flirting, he might have teased them about their relationship, but now… he really didn’t have the nerve. It wasn’t because Feng Jun had become wealthy, but because he truly understood why people called Feng Jun a master.

What hurt him a bit was that she… hadn’t recognized him!

Feng Jing truly hadn’t paid attention to him. Being a beauty, she was often approached and had plenty of such interactions. She looked around and instantly liked the surroundings, “Hey, this rockery is pretty nice. I’m going to take a look up there.”

The three men had the presence of mind to step down from the rockery when they saw Feng Jun didn’t object. Gazi even asked in a gruff voice, “Brother Jun, should I brew a pot of tea?”

No one beats an old friend. Feng Jun nodded with a smile, “Go make a pot of green tea, the kind picked before Qingming Festival.”

Green tea is hot to the touch and must be cooled before drinking, taking more time than types like Tieguanyin. Li Xiaobin had just served a cup of warm water, showing no consideration… Doesn’t he know I’m trying to stretch the time?

But the real champion of delaying time was that crow.

It was clear that Feng Jing wasn’t very fond of birds, at least not of crows. However, the crow’s nesting method did surprise her, “Building a nest on a clothing rack? That is rare… What if it rains?”

“It actually looks forward to the rain,” Feng Jun smiled and then pointed above, “It would fly into the pavilion to take shelter.”

In fact, the crow initially wanted to build its nest inside the pavilion—this was almost certain.

But Feng Jun stopped it; he didn’t want anyone to notice the oddity of the pavilion—I only need my three disciples to know about it, and there was no helping it, being a non-human entity.

However, the crow was a little reluctant and kept trying to sneak under the pavilion, tempted by the spiritual energy.

Unfortunately for it, Feng Jun’s childhood friend Gazi really disliked crows—he even disliked swallows.

He also knew this cursed beast was very mystical, but if Brother Jun doesn’t let you into the pavilion, then you can’t go in.

The crow was driven away several times by Gazi and was even hit in the wing once before it reluctantly circled around the outside of the pavilion.

But whenever it rained, it could proudly fly into the pavilion, and even though Gazi tried to drive it away once, its cawing brought Feng Jun running. Feng Jun took a look at the sky, “Let it stay for now since it’s raining.”

This was why the crow always hoped for rain.