The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 541 - 0: Missed the Great Opportunity

Lin Yingying had no idea of the value of the pill. She had eaten half, finding the taste quite agreeable, much like chewing on beef jerky.

She gobbled up the other half in one bite.

Soon after, her skin began to redden and feel hot.

It was as if she had stepped into a sauna—her pores opened wide, expelling small bits of black impurities from within.

Long Fei watched her reaction, timing in his head, and shook his head, "Still not up to par, it took thirty seconds to start working."

Shen Feng felt like spitting up blood and wanted to shout at him, "Hey, I’m right here, can you stop showing off?"

Long Fei wasn’t showing off; he genuinely felt that way.

It must be known that this was merely a Beauty-preserving Pill.

If it had been a life-saving pill, needing thirty seconds to take effect could mean a severely injured person might die before treatment could help.

Lin Yingying sniffed at the black impurities on her arm, which reeked.

Dammit, there goes my image in front of a handsome guy.

She hurriedly excused herself from the two and went to a nearby resting room to take a shower.

Shen Feng sat opposite Long Fei, suppressing his admiration and resumed his cool demeanor, confronting Long Fei with, "You know why I’ve come looking for you, right?"

Long Fei calmly brewed tea for him and, with a wrinkled brow, joked, "It can’t be that you’ve come to ask for your sister’s hand in marriage, right? As you’ve seen, I’m a married man. I’ll have to give this some careful thought."

Shen Feng suddenly felt an urge to hit him. Damn it, it was exactly the same thing he said to his sister.

This kid really was full of himself.

Taking a sip of tea, Shen Feng revealed his identity, "I’m an instructor of the Dragon Group Special Combat Team. I’m here in Binhai City specifically to deal with the Huangfu Family’s aftermath."

Long Fei’s eyes brightened, and feeling somewhat guilty, he raised an eyebrow and feigned confusion, "Is the Dragon Group Special Combat Team a police organization?"

Seeing Shen Feng’s distinguished presence, he knew he must indeed have a significant background.

Shen Feng, staring into Long Fei’s eyes with a curl of his lips, assured, "Don’t worry, I’m not here to settle scores. You know what you’ve done, and so do I, let’s not beat around the bush."

Long Fei wondered if this guy was trying to trap him with words.

Still feigning ignorance, he replied with a light chuckle, "Brother Shen, I truly have no idea what you’re talking about. Just say it, is there any way I can help?"

Shen Feng wasn’t one for beating around the bush and got straight to the point, "Alright, then I’ll just say it. I’m here to invite you to join us, join the Dragon Group Special Combat Team, to serve the country and the people. You naturally know the benefits—backed by the power of the nation, you can access any cultivation resources you desire."

"This matter, huh?"

Long Fei scratched his head, appearing troubled, "Yan’er has already told me about it, and I’ve already given my answer. I’m a man of simple ambitions, seeking nothing but a stable life. Besides, with my wife being so beautiful, what if she runs off with Old Wang next door if I’m gone for a year or even half?"

Shen Feng listened with a frown, admiring his abilities earlier but not expecting him to be such a person.

Observing Long Fei closely, Shen Feng finally believed what his sister had said—this guy lacked ambition and coveted beauty!

As the conversation came to this, Shen Feng gave up on trying to recruit him.

He said to Long Fei with a sense of disappointment, "Brother Long, do you know? You’ve missed a tremendous opportunity. When you see the changes in this world, you will definitely regret today’s choice."

"Changes?"

Long Fei frowned, hearing about this for the second time.

No matter how much change there was, he couldn’t see any difference.

Out of curiosity, he asked, "Brother Shen, could you explain a bit more clearly?"

"I’m sorry, that’s a state secret. You can only know it if you join the Dragon Group," Shen Feng refused outright.

Long Fei, fishing for information, said, "You want me to join, but shouldn’t you show a bit of sincerity first?"

Shen Feng considered it and shared, "I can only tell you this much—the Cultivation World is on the brink of a qualitative leap. If you fall behind now, you will always be steps behind others."

Long Fei furrowed his brows tighter, musing over Shen Feng’s words.

Shen Feng pulled out paper and pen, leaving his mobile number behind.

He made one last effort, "Brother Long, I can see you’re a man of great talent and unusual gifts. With such capabilities, isn’t it a waste to just linger around women? I’ll be in Binhai City for one more day and leaving in the morning. If you change your mind, you can contact me at any time. The door of the Dragon Group is open to you for one day."

"Thank you for your kind offer, Brother Shen. I’ll take the number, but I have my own life, and it’s really impossible for me to join the Dragon Group."

Long Fei flatly refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

Shen Feng’s mouth twitched upward slightly; he hadn’t expected that, even with the situation laid out like this, the guy wouldn’t be the least bit tempted.

Did he really have to reveal that secret?

After a moment’s thought, he suppressed the impulse and stood up. "Alright, since Brother Long isn’t interested, I won’t force you anymore. Please excuse my intrusion, and may we meet again in the future."

Long Fei stood up to see him out, and when he reached the door,

he suddenly turned back to Long Fei. "Oh right, Yan’er asked me to give you a message."

"What?"

Long Fei was surprised for a moment.

Shen Feng said, "She said that whatever you owe her, she will get it back one day."

"What does that mean?"

Long Fei was a bit confused and frowned. "I don’t owe her anything, do I?"

Shen Feng shrugged and replied, "I don’t know what she means either. You’d better think it over. My sister has always been one who means what she says."

Long Fei escorted him into the elevator, racking his brains and wondering what exactly he owed Shen Yan’er.

Yesterday, he had saved Shen Yan’er; it should be her who owed him, right?

After returning, he sat down on the sofa and took a sip of tea.

Lin Yingying came back from her shower and glanced at the office. "That handsome guy has left?"

Long Fei nodded, looking at her with faux indignance. "Why haven’t I heard you call me ’handsome guy’?"

"To know oneself is true progress. Where exactly are you handsome?"

Lin Yingying gave him a glance and sat down next to him, taking out a mirror to look at herself.

And, honestly, her skin did look a lot fairer and more rosy than before, soft to the touch like a baby’s.

"Ignorant!"

Long Fei muttered under his breath, checking the Cauldron and contemplating its deficiencies.

There were many factors that could affect the efficacy of the Pill, far more than the meticulousness required for brewing medicinal soups.

As for the control of fire, with his level of cultivation, it was already as perfect as he could manage it.

After some thought, he concluded that the Cauldron was not up to par.

The impurities in the copper affected the even distribution of heat.

If he could get a better Alchemy Furnace, then the quality of the Pills would at least double.

Lin Yingying asked him, "Can you make more of these Pills? I’d like to take some home for my grandfather and my parents to try."

Long Fei almost spat out blood. "Do you think these are jelly beans? Do you know how much spiritual power I need to consume to refine a single Pill, which takes me a week to replenish?"

"A week?"

Lin Yingying furrowed her brows and said lightly, "Is a week that long? Aren’t there four weeks in a month? Shouldn’t that be enough for you to use?"

"Get lost!"

Long-haired but short on experience, Long Fei didn’t want to deal with her.

He felt a twinge of bitterness, lamenting that there really wasn’t anyone who cared about him.

Lin Yingying couldn’t help but laugh at his aggrieved little expression, and she patted his hand, quickly consoling him, "Come on, I was just joking with you. Is that reason to get upset? If you don’t feel like refining, then don’t. Just rest up. I’ll treat you for fixing the lamp tonight."

Long Fei almost spat out blood again. Damn it, that was worse than refining Pills.

Just then, his phone rang. Taking it out, he saw that the call was from Ding Xue.

Long Fei held the phone, deliberately showing it to Lin Yingying.

Lin Yingying crossed her arms and said nonchalantly, "So answer it. Why show it to me?"

In her heart, though, she was thinking, "Little brat, you’ve been getting along well with my best friend, haven’t you?"

The source of this c𝐨ntent is fre𝒆w(e)bn(o)vel