Chapter 1365 - 1365: The Emotional Intelligence Master's One-Liner

"Little chick, your mom is called Little Fragrant Pearl. Let me think of a good name for you."

In front of the incubator, the little girl with big eyes was thoughtfully watching the chick walking back and forth inside.

"Lu Yao jie, can you help me think of one?" The little girl turned her head and looked at Lu Yao, who was leaning against the headboard with a laptop on her knees.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yao stopped typing, thought for a moment, and replied, "You should be the one to name it since you put the most effort into this."

The little girl nodded, contemplated for a while, then her eyes lit up: "Got it!

Its feathers are colorful, let's call it Hua Hua.

If Hua Hua has babies, or if Little Fragrant Pearl has a second chick, let's call it Ling Ling; then combined together, it's Hua Ling.

I'm really a genius; hahaha!"

Lu Yao smiled helplessly; this girl's mischievous side really comes out of nowhere.

Just then, a knock on the door sounded.

The little girl didn't turn her head: "Xiao Feng ge, Qingyue jie, come in; the door's not locked."

The door opened, and Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue walked in one after the other.

"How did you know it was us?" Xiao Feng asked curiously.

The little girl proudly smiled, "Sister Jiang is always impolite and never knocks, so naturally it's just you two.

You're here to see Little Hua Hua, right?

Take a look, it's so lively."

Saying this, she stepped aside to reveal the chick in the incubator.

Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue leaned in and watched closely for a while.

There wasn't much to see, but since it's a descendant of Little Fragrant Pearl, it still draws curiosity.

After some small talk, Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue left the little girl's room and headed to the first-floor bedroom.

Sitting by the bed, Du Qingyue suddenly burst into laughter, thinking about something.

"What are you laughing about?"

"It's nothing, just thinking how Wang Lubo and Chen Xiuxiu are actually quite suited for each other." Du Qingyue mused, "Wang Lubo made the company what it is in just six months.

This surely has to do with his background and wealth, but his own intellect and grasp of business opportunities are factors not to be overlooked.

Even though he has a good mind and ability, his actions sometimes appear unreliable.

For example, those few advertisement films."

"Though unreliable, even like Chen Feihu said—shameless—speaking of advertisement effects, after airing, it should be quite successful." Xiao Feng remarked.

Du Qingyue nodded gently: "I think the same, but that's not the main point.

The main thing is, you've seen Wang Lubo's performance at the banquet table.

If it were someone else, they wouldn't flip out, but they'd definitely feel uncomfortable.

Yet, Chen Xiuxiu isn't annoyed; she's happy to cooperate—really a match made in heaven!"

Xiao Feng chuckled: "Let's not talk about them. How about doing something serious first?"

"You..." Du Qingyue rolled her eyes, almost out of annoyance, and stood up before Xiao Feng could pounce over: "I'll go take a shower first."

"One sentence!"

"Hmm?"

"One sentence!" Xiao Feng repeated, then raised his eyebrows proudly: "How about it, don't you think my emotional intelligence is high?"

Du Qingyue had a headache, wondering what this had to do with emotional intelligence.

But then Xiao Feng continued: "Don't you find it sweet?"

Sweet...?

"I don't understand what you're saying." Du Qingyue said expressionlessly.

"How could you not understand, just look." Xiao Feng handed his phone straight over.

Du Qingyue cautiously took it, seeing a news article on the screen.

"..." Du Qingyue.

Holding back laughter, Xiao Feng said, "I just told you 'one sentence'; why didn't you find it sweet?"

"Tomorrow when Doctor Jia comes, I'll have him give you some psychological counseling." Du Qingyue replied, laughing and crying.

...

The darkness before dawn is often the deepest.

Near Jiangcheng Subway Station, a man carrying a briefcase was hastily walking, checking his watch repeatedly as if he was in a rush.

Opposite him, a woman with big curls was equally hurried in her steps.

The woman, with a height of 1.8 meters wearing high boots and black stockings, had a top-tier figure and appearance, dressed stylishly.

The man couldn't help but be drawn to her, slowing his pace momentarily.

"Splat!"

"You!" The man widened his eyes as if discovering something significant.

The woman grabbed his arm: "Don't say anything; anything's possible, please!"

The man smiled ambiguously, asking, "Are you... 'on a mission'?"

"Yes." The woman's reply was barely audible.

"You just said anything's possible, so don't blame me for being impolite, hehe!" The man chuckled, bending over.

"Miss, in this vast sea of people, us meeting is surely fate." As he spoke, the man's eyes roamed over the woman's body, smiling with ill intent:

"Boom!"

The man's gaze blanked for a moment, quickly looking at the woman before him; instead of any shyness, her eyes were full of cold intent, and her smile carried unhidden mockery.

"Thank you, with your greasy hair, almost bald... handsome guy!"

After speaking with charm, the woman flipped her hair and strode away, leaving the man holding a remote control standing in confusion.

When the woman completely disappeared from his sight, a beam of dawn appeared in the distant sky.

Dawn dispelled darkness, making everything gradually clear.

The man hurriedly discarded the remote control, with the only thought in his mind—run!

...

"That's what this guy confessed."

In the Demon Suppression Action Team's underground base, Hua Ling handed Xiao Feng a record.

Yawning, Xiao Feng took a look at the record and casually asked, "Did you investigate his social background?"

"Yes, no issues found, but what he claimed, no one can verify; the remote control only has his fingerprints."

Quickly finished looking through the record, Xiao Feng closed the folder, chuckling: "Interesting."

"Do you think what he confessed is for real?" asked Hua Ling.

Xiao Feng shook his head: "Hard to say, but since the case is transferred to the Demon Suppression Action Team,

"That's right!" Hua Ling nodded.

"Any basis for this?"

After contemplating for a while, Xiao Feng asked, "What about casualties?"

"Three lightly injured, no fatalities, and the damages were limited to garbage bins and floor tiles." Hua Ling replied with a bitter face: "This is just direct damage; the negative impact is severe."

Xiao Feng slowly nodded: "Let's first meet the involved party."