Such a Heavy Price　

In less than two days, someone from Feng Yan Union came by. This time it was an official visit to Fu Chengyu's residence. After the servants reported the person's arrival, a middle-aged man who was so obese that it made one uncomfortable to directly look him in the eye requested to meet Ling Chuxi.

It was the middle of winter, but he was covered in sweat and panted after every few steps. When he sat on a chair, it creaked beneath his heft. He dug out his brocade handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his forehead before violently drinking a mouthful of the tea served to him. Only then did he look at Ling Chuxi and began speaking, "Miss Ling Chuxi. It's nice to meet you. I am the person in charge of Feng Yan Union's Nan Xia Country branch, Jin Buhuan."

"Ah, it's nice to meet you too." Ling Chuxi looked at the bulk of a man in front of her and worried if the chair would be able to withstand his weight. She was anxious that the chair might dismantle at any time.