Chapter 1124 - 1124: Never Judge a Book by Its Cover

Shang Shanhu couldn't figure out why Xiao Feng suddenly brought up the Tang Family, or what kind of relationship there was between Xiao Feng and the Tang Family. After mulling it over again and again, he still decided it'd be better to first弄清楚 how those two were connected before answering this question.

Otherwise, if he said the wrong thing, that'd really be no good!

"Ninth Bro, you and the Tang Family…"

"There's someone in the Tang Family who has a grudge with me." Xiao Feng laid his cards on the table directly.

Shang Shanhu instantly felt a lot more at ease and said, "It really is just like Ninth Bro said, our family has quite a lot of partner companies over in Kyoto.

If you rank them by size and strength, the Tang Family can only be counted from the bottom up.

Funny thing is, the only reason I even remember the Tang Family is because when we signed the contract at the start of the year, I personally went to sign with Tang Mingbo. His wife is really something, looks just like a movie star."

Praising another man's wife behind his back is without a doubt a pretty tasteless move, and one that easily gets you punched.

However, what Xiao Feng paid attention to wasn't Shang Shanhu's moral caliber, but rather… wasn't Tang Mingbo still unmarried, with no kids, and even rumored to like men?

How come, out of Shang Shanhu's mouth, he suddenly turned into a married man?

For a moment, even Xiao Feng couldn't help feeling a bit stunned…

"Isn't Tang Mingbo still unmarried?" Xiao Feng asked.

Shang Shanhu laughed and said, "Nothing strange about that. Some rich folks just like getting secretly married, then going out and playing the role of diamond bachelor, hooking up with young girls.

Of course, I'm not close with Tang Mingbo, so it's not my place to comment on his private morals, but he really is married."

"How can you be so sure?" Xiao Feng was genuinely a bit hooked by curiosity now.

He saw Shang Shanhu reveal an ambiguous smile as he explained, "When we signed the contract at the start of the year, Tang Mingbo brought his wife along.

Of course, back then I didn't know she was his wife. I just thought she was his personal secretary.

Once the contract was signed, naturally we had to go eat a meal and drink a bit together.

Later, after we'd drunk about enough, Tang Mingbo went to the bathroom, and I told his wife that I wanted to personally escort her back to the hotel room.

But she kept dodging and refusing me no matter what, saying she was already married.

Of course I didn't believe her, so I scared her, said if she didn't let me send her back alone, I'd deliberately trip up their company.

And with that scare, she actually took out their marriage certificate, and the photo on it was Tang Mingbo.

Lucky for me he wasn't there at the time. If he had been, that would've been one hell of an awkward scene!"

After listening to this whole story, Xiao Feng came to deeply appreciate the truth of one saying: you really can't judge a book by its cover.

Who would've thought that someone like Shang Shanhu, thick eyebrows, big eyes, looking all honest and simple, was actually not any sort of proper guy deep down.

Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through Xiao Feng's mind, and a bold guess took shape…

He was eager to confirm it, so he took Wang Tingwei's photo out of his pocket and handed it over. "The wife of Tang Mingbo you're talking about, is it this person in the photo?"

Shang Shanhu took the photo, glanced at it, and immediately said with certainty, "That's right! It's her!

How come Brother Xiao has…"

What he obviously wanted to ask was, "How come Brother Xiao has a photo of Tang Mingbo's wife?"

The more he thought about it, the more meaningful the smile at the corner of his mouth became. The look he gave Xiao Feng was also like he was looking at someone on the same wavelength…

Xiao Feng naturally picked up on the meaning behind Shang Shanhu's smile, but he had no mind to explain anything.

Right now, the only thought in his head was that he might've accidentally screwed over Pei Dengke.

If the relationship between Wang Tingwei and Tang Mingbo really was that of husband and wife,

then Pei Dengke going to Tang Mingbo's place to offer a betrothal gift was basically asking to get hated.

This kind of "I'm giving you a betrothal gift so you'll marry your wife off to me" thing—any man would never be able to stomach it.

A father-killing grudge and a wife-stealing hatred have always been irreconcilable, deadly feuds since ancient times.

Once Tang Mingbo blew his top, whether Pei Dengke could still walk out the Tang Family's front gate would be a big question mark.

Of course, things might not necessarily develop to that point.

After all, Pei Dengke didn't know any of this beforehand. He'd taken Tang Mingbo to be his future "father-in-law," or one of Wang Tingwei's elders. It was just that the mix-up was a bit too big this time.

"Brother Xiao, you got your eye on Tang Mingbo's wife?" Shang Shanhu raised his brows as he asked, still wearing that meaningful smile around his mouth.

Xiao Feng froze for a second, then the corners of his own lips curled into the same kind of smile. He nodded and said, "Something like that.

So?

Can you help me settle this matter?"

In Xiao Feng's view, the most critical problem right now was that he couldn't find Wang Tingwei.

If he really could find her through Shang Shanhu, then being mistaken for a "lustful bastard" was no big deal.

"Can't say one hundred percent, I can only say I'll do my best." Shang Shanhu laughed. "Once we're down the mountain, I'll head to Kyoto and ask Tang Mingbo out for a meal. If his wife joins us at the table…"

"You call me immediately!" Xiao Feng cut in.

Shang Shanhu was taken aback, but he still nodded and agreed.

He just found it a bit strange. There were beauties all over Xiao Feng's side, each one more stunning than Tang Mingbo's wife. How come he was still hung up on someone else's wife?

Of course, some so-called 'gentlemen' just have a taste for this kind of thing. You could say that no matter how delicious something is, you'd get sick of it if you eat it every day.

"If you really can help me find Tang Mingbo's wife, I'll give you back every last cent of that ten or five million!" Xiao Feng promised.

He'd already said the words "give the money back," which showed he really had steeled himself to find Wang Tingwei.

Shang Shanhu chuckled and nodded. "We can talk about that later once it's done."

Xiao Feng exchanged a look with him, then the two of them slung their arms over each other's shoulders, looking like a pair of good bros as they headed toward the tent.

But just as they reached the entrance, they saw Tie Wa squatting outside, holding his phone, lighting up the screen from time to time to check it.

"What are you squatting here for?" Xiao Feng frowned and asked, at the same time signaling Shang Shanhu to head back into the tent first.

Tie Wa lifted his head, wiped his nose with his sleeve, and grinned. "I was thinking of calling my family and my girl in a bit to let them know I'm safe."

"Then go wait inside."

"No need. They'll be getting up to cook in another half hour or so. If I go in and take my clothes off, I'll just have to put them back on and come out again later."

Xiao Feng was a bit speechless. "If you're just calling to say you're safe, you can still make the call inside. No need to insist on doing it outside."

"If I disturb everyone's rest, that'd be no good." Tie Wa said, a bit bashful.

Xiao Feng grabbed him and yanked him up, snapping, "Other people can make calls inside, but we can't?

Make the call in there. I'd like to see who dares complain!"

With that, without giving him a chance to protest, he dragged him into the tent.

As for those people who'd "consciously" gone to settle up the bill with him, Xiao Feng already had a big problem with them. There was no way he'd care whether they got a good rest or not.

But as soon as they got back to the bedside, Tie Wa sniffed the air, frowned, and said, "Why does it smell like piss?

Who wet the bed?"

Xiao Feng turned on the flashlight on his phone and shined it on his own bed. He saw that almost the entire sheet was covered in faint yellow stains.

The next second, his eyes narrowed, and a cold glint flashed across them!