“Miss Pig, you may be beautiful, but making such a fuss over me in front of everyone and my wife—it’s hardly ladylike,” Li Feng said, looking at Zhu Yuanyang’s livid face.
“Young Master Feng, who would’ve thought Miss Zhu has taken a liking to you? You’re quite lucky,” Song Zhiyuan chimed in, fanning the flames. “Miss Zhu is a stunning beauty. Countless men would dream of winning her over, yet here she is, throwing herself at you.”
For Song Zhiyuan, the best outcome would be Li Feng and Zhu Yuanyang clashing, ideally becoming mortal enemies. Even if Li Feng didn’t fully represent the Li family, it would benefit him and the Song family. Besides, Li Feng’s influence in Tianhai City wasn’t weak. Offending him would make Zhu Yuanyang’s trip here difficult.
Zhu Yuanyang’s chest heaved with anger. She’d seen shameless people, but never this shameless. In that moment, she was stunned by their audacity.
Clever as she was, how could she not see through Song Zhiyuan’s intentions? But as the second young master of the Song family, she couldn’t touch him. With the Zhu and Song families at odds, avoiding a direct confrontation was already a feat.
What infuriated her was Li Feng, relying on Song Zhiyuan’s support, mocking and humiliating her relentlessly.
Her gaze fell on Hu Yuanyuan, and she sneered, “President Hu, this is the choice you’re satisfied with?”
“No need for your concern, Miss Zhu,” Hu Yuanyuan replied. She didn’t know why Li Feng was humiliating Zhu Yuanyang so thoroughly, but she trusted he had a reason. As a supportive wife, she knew what to do and what not to.
“Miss Pig, your attempts to sow discord are useless,” Li Feng said with a cold laugh. He meant it—if their relationship could be so easily undermined, his efforts over the past month would’ve been for nothing.
“But what can you expect from someone surnamed Pig? Only pig-brained schemes,” Li Feng added, not holding back despite Zhu Yuanyang being a woman, instead escalating his mockery.
“Li Feng!” Zhu Yuanyang’s eyes blazed, as if she wanted to tear him apart.
“Li Feng, you’re a dead man, you nobody,” Han Wei, who’d recovered after vomiting, overheard Li Feng’s taunts and smirked coldly.
This nobody dared to speak to Zhu Yuanyang like that? He clearly didn’t know how to spell “death.” Han Wei had never seen Zhu Yuanyang so enraged.
Having followed her for so long, he knew the consequences of crossing her. In the Zhu family, she was called the second Wu Zetian—ruthless and venomous. Li Feng’s offenses guaranteed a brutal retaliation.
In that moment, Han Wei could almost see Li Feng being tortured to a living death by Zhu Yuanyang.
Li Feng scoffed dismissively. Such feeble threats were childish to him. How did someone like Han Wei become the Han family’s heir? A first-class family, yet their heir was such an idiot?
If Han Wei hadn’t provoked him, Li Feng wouldn’t have bothered with him.
Looking at the furious Zhu Yuanyang, Li Feng’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Miss Pig, I’m right here. What do you want? Don’t tell me…”
His expression shifted to shock as he stared at her. “Miss Pig, in front of all these people, you’re not about to make *that* kind of request, are you? You’re too forward!”
Song Zhiyuan, hearing this, gave Zhu Yuanyang a knowing, suggestive smile.
“Li Feng!” Zhu Yuanyang took a deep breath, glaring at him through gritted teeth. “You’ll regret this soon.” She then whispered something to a young man beside her.
The young man grinned menacingly and approached Li Feng. “Li Feng, is it? Today, I’ll show you what happens when you cross Miss Zhu.”
“Oh, a knight in shining armor,” Li Feng sneered, glancing at the young man. “I’d love to see what happens to me.”
“Your fate is to crawl out of here like a dog,” the young man said coldly, looking at Li Feng as if he were an ant he could crush.
“Xu Shaohua, this doesn’t concern you, does it?” Song Zhiyuan’s expression changed upon seeing the young man. He signaled to Gu Shan. “If you want to fight, my brother’s ready for you.”
“Xu Shaohua, how about a match?” Gu Shan stepped forward, a spark of battle lust in his eyes.
“A defeated opponent. You’re not afraid of me?” Xu Shaohua glanced at Gu Shan, sneering.
Gu Shan’s face darkened. “Xu Shaohua, don’t get cocky. Last time was a fluke. Today, I’ll show you what I’m made of.”
“What, you want to fight? Too bad I’m not interested in you today,” Xu Shaohua scoffed, his gaze shifting to Li Feng. “Nobody, let’s have a go.”
Li Feng sneered and stepped forward.
“Gentlemen and ladies, this is the Imperial Hotel, not a place for fighting. If you want to brawl, take it outside,” Liu Shijie’s voice rang out from nearby.
Xu Shaohua glanced at Liu Shijie. “You think you can stop me?”
“Young Master Xu, this is the Imperial Hotel, hosting the Tianhai City Business Association. Please don’t cause trouble,” Liu Shijie said sternly. Every time the association was held, dealing with these young masters and misses was the hardest part. He hadn’t believed it at first, but now, shortly after stepping away, this happened.
“So what?” Xu Shaohua sneered.
“If you cause trouble, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” Liu Shijie said firmly. The four major families of Tianhai City could host the association because they had the power to handle trouble. If they couldn’t deal with disruptive young masters, how could they hold the event?
If it weren’t for Song Zhiyuan and Zhu Yuanyang’s presence, Liu Shijie wouldn’t have been so polite. Xu Shaohua, Li Feng? One was from a minor family, the other a confirmed nobody. He didn’t need to take them seriously.
Li Feng was the young master of the Li family, one of the eight top families, but who in China didn’t know he was a useless nobody? Liu Shijie didn’t need to fear him like he did Song Zhiyuan.
With that thought, Liu Shijie’s gaze landed on Li Feng. “Li Feng, we invited you to participate in the Business Association, not to cause trouble. If you want to make a scene, leave now. The Imperial Hotel doesn’t welcome you.”
“Young Master Liu, when did I cause trouble?” Li Feng asked coldly.
“You know what you did,” Liu Shijie sneered. A nobody daring to talk back? To him, that was overreaching.
Li Feng snorted, ignoring Liu Shijie, and stepped toward Xu Shaohua. “You want to teach me a lesson?” Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Xu Shaohua’s hair and slammed his head onto the table.
*Bang!*
A loud crash, and Xu Shaohua’s head was bloodied.
“Want to teach me? This is the price,” Li Feng sneered.
“You…” Xu Shaohua’s face turned ashen. He hadn’t expected Li Feng to act in front of Liu Shijie, and so ruthlessly and swiftly that he couldn’t react.
“Sometimes, playing the hero gets you killed. But today, I’ll just teach you a lesson,” Li Feng said. Before his words settled, he grabbed Xu Shaohua’s hair again and slammed it down.
*Bang…*
Xu Shaohua’s head met the table again, his face a bloody mess, looking utterly wretched.
“Li Feng, you’re asking for death,” Xu Shaohua roared, swinging a fist at Li Feng’s head. But before it could land, Li Feng grabbed his collar, lifted him, and threw him at Zhu Yuanyang’s feet.
“Miss Pig, your dog’s so weak. How’s it supposed to bite?” Li Feng sneered at Zhu Yuanyang.
It all happened in a flash. Only now did the crowd react, staring in shock at Xu Shaohua’s bloodied face and then at Li Feng.
Song Zhiyuan’s jaw dropped, his eyes filled with admiration. He knew Li Feng was strong, but he hadn’t expected him to handle Xu Shaohua so easily. Though the surprise attack helped, it wouldn’t have been possible without real strength.
Zhu Yuanyang was both shocked and furious. She hadn’t expected Li Feng to act so decisively.
What audacity! Did he really think Song Zhiyuan’s backing gave him free rein?
If not, how could he dare?
And Xu Shaohua—what a disgrace! So weak, or was Li Feng too strong?
Either way, this was a loss of face for her, Zhu Yuanyang.
Hearing Li Feng’s words, her expression grew even darker.
Liu Shijie was equally shocked and enraged. He’d just warned Li Feng against causing trouble, yet Li Feng acted immediately, slapping his face metaphorically.
“Li Feng, you’re not taking my words seriously,” Liu Shijie said, his eyes flashing with cold menace.
“Who do you think you are, Liu Shijie? Why should I listen to you? I, Li Feng, do what I want. What can you do about it?” Li Feng sneered.
