“Young Master Han was just joking with you, yet you treated him like this. Don’t you think you’ve gone too far?” the young man said gravely.
“Joking?” Li Feng smirked. “I was just joking with Young Master Han too.”
“That’s just an excuse,” the young man retorted, clearly not expecting Li Feng’s response. He glared coldly at Li Feng. “Everyone saw what you did.”
“Oh, really? So what do you think I should do?” Li Feng’s eyes narrowed, a chilling glint flashing in them as he looked at the young man.
“Apologize to Young Master Han,” the young man said without hesitation. “Young Master Han is the heir of the Han family, a first-class family. Offending him means you, Li Feng, are in big trouble.”
“Why? What’s so great about the Han family?” Li Feng asked, feigning confusion.
The young man snorted. “Because the Han family is a first-class family, and Young Master Han is their heir, while you’re just a nobody. If you want his forgiveness, you must apologize.”
“Apologize?” Li Feng smiled, turning to Han Wei. “Young Master Han, do you think I should apologize to you?”
Han Wei said coldly, “Li Feng, don’t think an apology will make me forgive you.”
Hearing Li Feng’s words, Han Wei thought Li Feng feared the Han family. A smug look flashed in his eyes. In his view, though Li Feng was the young master of the Li family, one of the eight top families, he was just a nobody. As the heir of the first-class Han family, Han Wei believed Li Feng wouldn’t dare offend him.
“Oh, then what should I do to earn your forgiveness?” Li Feng asked, pretending to be nervous.
“Kneel, kowtow, and say you’re a dog who’ll never dare offend Young Master Han again,” Han Wei declared.
Song Zhiyuan, hearing this, sneered. Han Wei still thought Li Feng was a nobody, speaking to him like that. He clearly didn’t know how to spell “death.”
Li Feng wasn’t even afraid of Song Zhiyuan. Why would he fear a mere Han Wei or the Han family? In Li Feng’s eyes, they were nothing.
“What did you say?” Li Feng asked, puzzled.
“I’m a dog, and I’ll never dare offend Young Master Han again,” Han Wei said triumphantly, thinking Li Feng was truly scared. In his excitement, he forgot he was still in Li Feng’s grip.
“What was that first part? I didn’t hear it clearly,” Li Feng continued.
“I’m a dog.”
“What? What’s that?” Li Feng leaned in, stretching his neck.
“I’m a dog,” Han Wei repeated.
“Oh, Young Master Han, I know you’re a dog. No need to say it so loudly,” Li Feng nodded.
“Li Feng, you’re playing me!” Han Wei’s face turned ashen, his eyes blazing with fury. Not only him, but the young man beside him also looked stunned. They hadn’t expected Li Feng to be so bold.
“Playing you? Young Master Han, I’m a straight guy. Why would I play you? Sure, you went to Thailand and changed from a woman to a man, but I’m not into trans people. Besides, my lady is right here. Saying that could cause misunderstandings,” Li Feng said with a faint smile.
“Li Feng, do you know who I am?” Han Wei said coldly.
“Of course. You’re a dog, aren’t you? You just said it yourself. If you don’t believe me, ask Young Master Song, Young Master Zong, Young Master Zhang, or Young Master Gu. They heard it too,” Li Feng said.
“Yeah, Young Master Han. After all these years, I never knew you were a dog,” Song Zhiyuan laughed. The Han family was a vassal of the Zhu family, the Song family’s archenemy. Seeing Han Wei humiliated by Li Feng, how could he miss the chance to kick him while he’s down?
But Song Zhiyuan hadn’t expected Li Feng’s tongue to grow so sharp, calling Han Wei a dog. As the heir of the first-class Han family, this was a slap to their face.
Of course, whether Li Feng was slapping the Han family’s face didn’t matter to Song Zhiyuan. What mattered was that Li Feng was teaching Han Wei a lesson.
Song Zhiyuan knew Han Wei’s character. When he brought Li Feng over, he’d already sensed Han Wei would pick a fight. He just hadn’t expected Han Wei to be so arrogant and ignorant.
Han Wei probably thought Li Feng was still the old Li Feng, easy to bully. But he likely didn’t realize the Li Feng now was worlds apart from before.
“I heard it,” Gu Shan chimed in after Song Zhiyuan. He had no ulterior motives like Song Zhiyuan. He simply liked Li Feng’s style, and Han Wei’s haughty attitude earlier had already rubbed him the wrong way.
“I heard it too,” Zong Yanshan and Zhang Yaokun added. With Song Zhiyuan speaking up, they couldn’t disagree, lest he hold a grudge.
“Haha, Young Master Han, you hear that? So many people say you’re a dog. The masses have sharp eyes. You can’t deny it,” Li Feng laughed loudly.
“Li Feng, aren’t you afraid of the Han family’s retaliation?” Han Wei glared at him coldly.
“The Han family?” Li Feng pondered, then asked Song Zhiyuan, “Young Master Song, what’s this Han family?”
“The Han family isn’t worth mentioning,” Song Zhiyuan replied.
“Oh, so the Han family is nothing,” Li Feng said, as if enlightened, turning to Han Wei. “If the Han family is nothing, why should I fear their retaliation?”
“Li Feng, Song Zhiyuan, I’ll remember you both,” Han Wei said, his gaze icy. If looks could kill, Li Feng and Song Zhiyuan would’ve died a thousand times over.
“Young Master Han, I’m not into trans people either,” Song Zhiyuan said with a smile, relishing Han Wei’s furious expression. Seeing him enraged felt incredibly satisfying.
“I’m afraid you won’t remember, so I’ll make sure you do today,” Li Feng said, a cold smirk on his lips. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the side and poured it into Han Wei’s mouth. “Young Master Han, I toast you. Drink up.”
“Ugh…” Han Wei’s mouth was filled with wine. He tried to resist, to struggle, but in Li Feng’s grip, he couldn’t move, forced to watch as Li Feng poured the entire bottle down his throat.
“Li Feng, by offending the Han family, you’re done for, you nobody,” the young man finally reacted, rushing over to try to save Han Wei.
“Young Master Song, who’s this idiot?” Li Feng pushed the young man to the ground and asked Song Zhiyuan.
“I don’t know him,” Song Zhiyuan said, a strange glint in his eyes as he looked at the young man.
“Li Feng, you’ll regret this,” the young man said, standing up with a vicious look before disappearing into the crowd.
“Coward,” Li Feng muttered, tossing the empty bottle onto the table and smiling at Han Wei. “Young Master Han, how’s the wine? Had enough?”
Han Wei glared at Li Feng.
“Looks like Young Master Han wants more,” Li Feng said, grabbing another bottle and smiling. “Don’t worry, I’ll toast you again.” Without waiting for Han Wei’s reaction, he poured it into his mouth.
Seeing this, even Song Zhiyuan was shocked. The wine Li Feng was pouring wasn’t ordinary—it was high-proof Maotai. One bottle was enough to overwhelm most people, and now Li Feng was going for a second.
“All you know is bullying people, Young Master Feng? Since when did the Li family lose all manners?” a voice came from the side.
Li Feng turned to see a woman approaching. She wore a seductive red strapless gown, nearly slipping off, revealing ivory skin, soft shoulders, and a voluptuous figure that could make any man’s nose bleed.
“Is the lady talking to me?” Li Feng asked, noticing the young man behind her, a smile tugging at his lips.
So this woman was the young man’s reinforcement.
He hadn’t expected it to be a woman. Did she have some special status?
“Is there another Young Master Feng here?” Her voice was soft, almost meltingly so.
“Do we know each other?” Li Feng asked calmly.
Seeing the woman, Song Zhiyuan’s expression changed. He quickly introduced her to Li Feng. “Young Master Feng, this is Zhu Yuanyang, the eldest miss of the Zhu family.”
“The Zhu family’s eldest miss?” Li Feng looked at Zhu Yuanyang, asking, “You’re the Zhu family’s eldest miss?”
Though he said this, Li Feng was inwardly shocked. He hadn’t expected this woman to be Zhu Yuanyang, the Zhu family’s eldest miss.
Zhu Yuanyang was a renowned figure among the eight top families. While the heirs of the other families were all men, Zhu Yuanyang, as a woman, was one of the Zhu family’s heirs.
Rumors said she was brilliant, with a photographic memory and formidable skills, backed by many in the Zhu family. Through sheer ability and means, she became one of their heirs.
On the Business Association’s list, Zhu Yuanyang was a key figure. Li Feng hadn’t expected to meet her so soon, and over Han Wei, no less.
He wouldn’t underestimate Zhu Yuanyang. For a woman to reach this point, she was no ordinary person.
“Young Master Feng, since when did the Li family become so barbaric and unreasonable?” Zhu Yuanyang approached, glancing at Han Wei, her expression darkening.
