Chapter 210: Chapter 210 - 210: Revealing Her Identities! Crazy (1)

Translator: _Min_

The young man’s expression froze for a moment before he quickly turned on the speakerphone.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and mouthed, “Hurry up and apologize, say you dialed the wrong number.”

The man’s voice paused, then raised his voice again, “Hello?”

The young lawyer cleared his throat and deliberately asked, “Excuse me, are you the Duke of Muston?”

There was silence on the other end, followed by a response, “Yes, by addressing me this way, are you one of Second Senior Brother’s people?”

It was fluent Chinese.

The young lawyer was stunned.

Wasn’ t he speaking to someone from the Muston Dukedom?

How could his Chinese be so fluent?

And who was this ‘Second Senior Brother person?

“I’ve had enough. I’ve said so many times I’m not interested in dating!” the man’s voice grew more irate, “Can you tell him to stop setting me up? Even my master doesn’t press me about marriage, why should he? Isn’t he annoying?” The young lawyer stammered, “I’m s-sorry, but I’m not—”

“Not one of Second’s people?” the man’s voice cooled, “Then are you one of the people of the Third Senior Sister? Can you ask her to find someone for herself first before meddling in my affairs?”

“Claiming to be the most emotionally intelligent in our sect, yet still single after all these years, isn’t that embarrassing!”

Before the young lawyer could respond, a standard English voice came through the phone.

Even Ling Feng understood it.

It was a request from the king to discuss important matters in the study.

Clearly, it was a servant.

Still enraged, the man coldly ordered, “You should get lost too! Let him deal with it himself!”

After a quick apology, the servant hastily retreated.

Holding the phone, the young lawyer was completely dumbfounded.

“If you have nothing to say, I’m hanging up,” the man said, clearly annoyed, “Annoying, I’ll go scold them later for giving out my personal number.” The call ended with a cold, mechanical tone, jolting the young man.

He looked up abruptly, “Sister… Sister Ling, Miss… Miss Si, she…”

The call had been a whimsical attempt.

Why would someone pretend so thoroughly, and what benefit would it bring?

Impersonating royalty in the Muston Dukedom was illegal!

Did Si Fuqing actually have the private number of the Duke of Muston?

“How did I teach you when you started working?” Ling Feng asked coldly, “Be calm in the face of adversity, not panicky. How can you be a lawyer?”

The young lawyer opened his mouth, “Sister Ling, I…”

“Is this youthful arrogance? Or just foolishness!” Ling Feng sighed, “Apologize to Miss Si with me later.”

Ashamed and utterly convinced, the young lavvyer nodded, “I understand.”

He followed Ling Feng into the car, his mind still in a whirl.

He had been completely bewildered by the man on the phone.

Who were this ‘Second Senior Brother’ and ‘Third Senior Sister’ mentioned of, daring to set up the Duke of Muston?

The young lawyer didn’t dare to ponder further, striving to calm his racing heart.

Meanwhile, in a studio apartment.

Si Fuqing finished packing her luggage, “I’m leaving on a business trip soon. I’ve left the ointment for you, it should be enough.”

Su Yang hesitated, “You live in a place like this?”

Si Fuqing looked up, “What’s wrong with this place? Small but exquisite, and most importantly, affordable.”

“You should find a more private neighborhood,” Su Yang frowned, ‘With many fans, there might be sasaeng fans and haters, it’s really…”

“Extraordinary, right?” Si Fuqing said nonchalantly, “Aren’t you leaving Lin

“I’ve always been a wanderer,” Su Yang shook his head, “Since you’re here, I’ll stay here for a while.”

Si Fuqing paused, “I don’t think you’re a wanderer.”

Su Yang was visibly confused.

Si Fuqing glanced at him, “You’re the kind who has enough money to buy houses in every state, so you can afford to wander.”

Su Yang: ‘

He couldn’t even respond to that critique.

“No more topics,” Si Fuqing said regretfully, “I’m off, I’ll be back by Sunday, let’s have a meal then.”

Su Yang nodded, “Okay, I’ll see you off.”

“No need,” Si Fuqing pointed to the assistant, Shang Lu, at the door, “I have an assistant, you rest well.”

Su Yang then left.

Shang Lu helped Si Fuqing with her luggage.

He cautiously asked, “Miss Si, I heard from Mr. Feng that you got two billion from the Zuo family, how can you be out of money?”

“Oh, that?” Si Fuqing sighed, “I donated it a few days after I got it, so now I’m poor. Who knew I’d run into that dog again, I should’ve kept some for myself..”