Chapter 44: The Private Gathering — A Dance of Wits and Secrets

he evening air was crisp as Zhao Feng's luxury sedan pulled up to the entrance of the Crystal Lotus Club. Hidden from the public eye, the exclusive venue was a haven for the city's elite — a place where power whispered and alliances were sealed.

Dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, Zhao Feng stepped out, his presence understated yet commanding. He had accepted Su Mei's invitation knowing full well that this was no ordinary gathering. She wanted answers — and perhaps, a reaction.

But Zhao Feng had no intention of revealing his cards.

The club's golden doors parted, revealing an opulent interior of crystal chandeliers and velvet furnishings. Classical music played softly, mingling with the hum of low conversations. Lavish paintings adorned the walls, exuding an air of timeless sophistication.

"Mr. Zhao," the hostess greeted with a courteous bow. "Miss Su is expecting you."

Led through the grand hall, Zhao Feng's sharp eyes took note of the attendees. CEOs, politicians, and discreet power players — all masked by the pretense of a social gathering. Yet beneath the surface, invisible deals were already in motion.

At the far end, Su Mei awaited him. Dressed in an elegant black dress with an open-back design, she commanded attention effortlessly. A faint smile played on her lips as their eyes met.

"You came," she said, her voice laced with amusement.

"As promised," Zhao Feng replied smoothly.

Su Mei guided him toward the balcony, where the city lights shimmered below. The soft breeze carried the faint scent of jasmine, adding to the allure of the night.

"You've been quite the topic of conversation lately," she remarked, her gaze lingering on him. "A silent investor reshaping industries without leaving a trace."

Zhao Feng's expression remained composed. "Rumors often exaggerate."

"Perhaps. But I don't believe in coincidences." She tilted her head slightly, studying him. "You hide well, Zhao Feng. But shadows aren't invincible."

He chuckled softly. "And yet, you continue to chase them."

"It's what I do," Su Mei replied, a spark of challenge in her eyes. "But I'm curious — what is it that you're after? Power? Wealth?"

Zhao Feng's answer came without hesitation. "Control."

For a moment, Su Mei said nothing. Then, a smile curved her lips. "Honest. I'll give you that."

But even as they exchanged words, Zhao Feng could sense her probing. Su Mei wasn't just here for idle conversation — she was testing him, seeking cracks in his carefully constructed facade.

Ding!

[Su Mei Favorability +10%]

[Su Mei Suspicion +7%]

While the two engaged in their subtle battle of wits, a pair of eyes observed them from the shadows.

Luo Jian, a figure long embedded in the corporate underbelly, had his own reasons for attending tonight's event. Watching Zhao Feng's calculated poise and Su Mei's piercing gaze, a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Interesting," Luo Jian murmured. "Very interesting."

The ripples Zhao Feng had created were beginning to draw attention. And in the world of power, attention was a dangerous thing.

As the night drew to a close, Zhao Feng offered Su Mei a courteous nod. "Thank you for the invitation, Miss Su. It was... enlightening."

"The pleasure was mine," she replied, her eyes lingering on him. "But I doubt this will be our last meeting."

"No," Zhao Feng said with a faint smile. "It won't."

Ding!

[Su Mei Favorability +8%]

[Su Mei Suspicion +5%]

And with that, Zhao Feng vanished into the night once more. But even in his absence, the echoes of their encounter remained — a game of shadows, growing ever more dangerous.