Chapter 87

Fang Tianfeng was momentarily at a loss for words and silently released Shen Xin's foot. Shen Xin then rubbed against him playfully and put on a smug look as if she had taken full advantage of the situation.

The charm of Mr. Shang was as thick as two fingers, making him a very attractive man. However, his illness aura was the most unique Fang Tianfeng had ever seen.

He had three strands of illness aura!

The three strands of blue-black illness aura had a common source at the bottom, like three branches of a tree, rooted together but relatively independent.

Two of the three strands were thick, almost as thick as a wrist, while the third was as thin as a toothpick.

Fang Tianfeng had never heard of such a condition, and even Tian Yunzi had never mentioned it.

After a moment of deep thought, Fang Tianfeng recalled some terms, such as multiple personalities and dissociative identity disorder.

Fang Tianfeng knew that Mr. Shang did not want others to know about his illness, but if he did not point it out, Mr. Shang might not believe him. So he sighed lightly and said, "Mr. Shang, your illness has three branches from one tree. I can't treat it now."

Mr. Shang's face changed dramatically, and he stood up abruptly, both surprised and delighted. He asked, "Master Fang, do you mean you can treat it in the future?"

"Once my cultivation improves, I can indeed treat it, but I can't specify when," Fang Tianfeng replied.

Mr. Shang quickly said, "Just hearing that from you is enough for me!" He then raised a glass to show his gratitude. He drank another glass but still couldn't calm down, as this illness had troubled him for too long.

Zhang Bowen and Mr. Shang were old friends, so he naturally knew about Mr. Shang's condition. After listening to their conversation, he sincerely praised, "I respect many people, but the only one I truly admire from the bottom of my heart is you, Master Fang! I'll raise another glass for Mr. Shang! You can drink at your leisure!"

The others didn't understand what Fang Tianfeng was saying, but seeing Mr. Shang and Zhang Bowen's reactions, they became even more convinced of Fang Tianfeng's abilities.

Mr. Shang said apologetically, "I apologize to Master Fang. I thought that people of high virtue would speak in vague terms, making it hard to understand. So I didn't believe it at first. But now I realize that if you were like those charlatans and fortune-tellers, you wouldn't be a person of high virtue."

Director Wu smiled and said, "As a police officer, what kind of charlatans haven't I seen? You should trust an old cop's judgment. If Master Fang were really using those tricks, I'd have handcuffed him immediately, out of habit!"

Everyone laughed.

Deputy Director Qin added, "Those charlatans have all sorts of tricks. I've caught many fake fortune-tellers and feng shui masters in my time. When I met Master Fang, I thought, if he dares to use those tricks, I'll expose him right away. But as you can see, I had no chance at all. Master Fang doesn't follow any of those tricks!"

Everyone laughed again.

Fang Tianfeng hadn't expected that by not learning those fortune-telling tricks, he had inadvertently avoided being suspected by the police.

Mr. Shang then invited Fang Tianfeng to be the fire safety consultant at his company, offering a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan. Zhang Bowen laughed and said the offer was too low, as many people were vying for Fang Tianfeng's services, and he wouldn't accept such a low salary.

Shen Xin was particularly happy to hear others praising Fang Tianfeng. She unknowingly drank a few more glasses and, with a tipsy look, moved her chair next to Fang Tianfeng, sitting shoulder to shoulder and leaning half of her body on him.

Fang Tianfeng, fearing she might lose her balance, quickly wrapped his left arm around her waist to steady her. Unexpectedly, she took advantage of the situation, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Xiao Feng, you're so considerate," she said, the faint smell of alcohol from her breath not unpleasant but rather having a special fragrance.

Fang Tianfeng's left arm tightened slightly, reassuring Shen Xin.

Shen Xin, feeling Fang Tianfeng's strength, felt a desire even stronger than when he held her foot. She looked at Fang Tianfeng's profile, her eyes filled with nothing but him, truly drunk.

The men in the private room exchanged knowing glances but didn't say anything, continuing to drink and chat.

After a while, Shen Xin suddenly stood up and adjusted her dress.

Fang Tianfeng whispered, "Where are you going?"

Shen Xin gave him a glare and said, "Where else but the restroom?" She took a step, her body swaying slightly.

Fang Tianfeng immediately sent the remaining essence into her body, dispelling some of her drunkenness.

Shen Xin felt Fang Tianfeng press her waist, and her drunkenness lessened significantly. She was very happy, reached out to touch Fang Tianfeng's face, and giggled as she left.

After Shen Xin left, Zhao Binglei smiled and asked, "Master Fang, what's your relationship with Miss Shen?"

"She's my sister."

"Blood sister?"

"Adopted sister."

"Oh..."

The men in the private room all made the same sound.

Zhang Bowen grinned and said, "Don't worry, it'll get wet."

Fang Tianfeng just smiled, but his mind was filled with Shen Xin's beautiful face, mature charm, and her delicate foot.

Zhang Bowen said, "Master Fang, with a beauty like Shen Xin, you should seize the opportunity early. I've heard you're treating her. Once she's better, don't hesitate! As an old man, I have learned this the hard way!"

"Mr. Zhang is right! Master Fang, when the time comes, don't hesitate!" Zhao Binglei added.

Fang Tianfeng coughed lightly and said, "Don't say such things."

Director Wu joked, "Don't worry, I believe Master Fang can maintain his composure. As for Miss Shen, I doubt she can resist."

"Right, right, we should trust Master Fang's charm. Here's to the adopted sister and brother!"

Everyone responded, and Fang Tianfeng was both amused and exasperated.

Just then, Fang Tianfeng heard Shen Xin's voice in the corridor. He immediately stood up and said, "I'll go to the restroom."

Entering the corridor and closing the door behind him, Fang Tianfeng saw a man grabbing Shen Xin's wrist. She twisted her arm free and slapped the man's face.

"Get lost!" Shen Xin instantly transformed from a tipsy sister to a stern manager.

"You bitch!" The man was about to strike, but Shen Xin kicked him hard, her heel landing on his foot and twisting it.

"Ahh..." The man screamed in pain, and Shen Xin didn't let up, kicking him between the legs.

Fang Tianfeng was about to help, but seeing this, he secretly admired Sister Xin's dominance. He rushed forward and pulled Shen Xin into his arms.

"Sister Xin, are you okay?" Fang Tianfeng held her tightly.

Shen Xin, still slightly tipsy, said smugly, "What can he do to me?"

Fang Tianfeng was about to praise her, but she suddenly looked terrified, hugging him tightly and resting her head on his shoulder, saying in a soft, coquettish voice, "Xiao Feng, I'm scared. Don't leave me."

Fang Tianfeng rolled his eyes, not expecting Sister Xin to tease him even when drunk.

He reached out to pat her, intending to pat her lower back, but with her high heels, she was much taller than usual, and his hand landed on her buttocks.

Firm, taut, his hand was slightly bounced back and then naturally fell.

"You..."

Shen Xin was about to scold him but then laughed lightly, "If you like it, do it harder." She then slid her hand down to Fang Tianfeng's buttocks.

Just then, the man, holding a set of keys with one of the tips pointing outward, approached with a fierce look, aiming for Shen Xin's lower back.

Fang Tianfeng, not bothering to explain his mistake, held her with both hands, turned, and swapped positions with her, delivering a spinning kick to the man's face.

The man screamed, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up, spitting out blood and broken teeth.

A nearby waiter saw this and quickly walked away.

"Xiao Feng is so cool!" Shen Xin clung to him, completely ignoring the man's attack.

Fang Tianfeng said helplessly, "Sister Xin, even when you tease me, you should know when to stop."

Shen Xin giggled, "I know Xiao Feng is a martial arts expert, so as long as you're here, I'm not afraid of anything. In front of you, I'm your sister, your cook, a seductive beauty, and an old woman who can't resist you."

Fang Tianfeng sensed a hint of sadness in her last words, his heart tightening. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, saying, "You're not an old woman. You're a beautiful, mature woman who makes my heart race. I'm the one who can't resist you."

"I knew Xiao Feng liked me," Shen Xin, emboldened by the alcohol, put her hands on Fang Tianfeng's shoulders, tiptoed, and lightly kissed his lips, then blushed and buried her head in his chest.

"This is my first kiss, my hero," Shen Xin said, her body trembling, both shy and excited, as if breaking free from her restraints and taking a significant step in life.

Fang Tianfeng was enveloped in a sense of unprecedented happiness, holding Shen Xin tightly, smelling her fragrance, and for the first time, he had the thought of never letting her go.

Subconsciously, Fang Tianfeng felt his feelings for Shen Xin were changing, but he shook his head.

"She's my sister; I shouldn't have such thoughts!"

Fang Tianfeng looked down at Shen Xin and said, "Sister Xin, let's go back."

Shen Xin, however, gently wriggled her body and pouted, "No, hold me a little longer. Once I sober up, you won't hold me anymore."

Fang Tianfeng felt a pang of emotion, remembering all the times Sister Xin had teased him. Perhaps it was because she wanted to be close to him, to be intimate, but feared rejection, so she had to act like a female hooligan to hide her true feelings.

Shen Xin, although she teased young men at the company, usually only said a few words or pinched their cheeks. But since recognizing Fang Tianfeng as her brother, her actions had become bolder.

"I'll treat it as if you're drunk," Fang Tianfeng held her even tighter.

"Um," Shen Xin suddenly wished she could stay drunk forever.

"Protecting Sister Xin is my responsibility!" Fang Tianfeng said softly.

Shen Xin, breathing heavily, asked, "Can you protect me for life?"

"As long as Sister Xin doesn't leave, I'll protect you for life!"

"No backing out!"

"No backing out!"

"Then tonight, stay in the same bed and protect me well."

"Female hooligan!" Fang Tianfeng was amused.

"I'm only a hooligan in front of my brother!" Shen Xin hugged Fang Tianfeng tightly, pressing herself against him, even more intoxicated.

Just then, the waiter who had run out earlier returned with a middle-aged man with a stern face.

"Captain Lu, it's him who hit your friend," the waiter said with a fawning smile.

Captain Lu was tall and imposing, with sharp eyes. He walked over and asked Fang Tianfeng in a deep voice, "Which department are you from?" He then went to check on his friend.

Fang Tianfeng didn't answer, just watched them warily.