"Are we close?" Yang Xintian didn’t give him a pleasant look.
Unfazed by her cold deanor, Feng Feng simply smiled. "Tian Tian, my parents ca to propose to your family on my behalf today, and your parents have already agreed. We’re about to be family, so don’t be so distant."
He loved this fiery side of hers, his ’Little Chili’. Her spicy personality gave him a greater desire to conquer her. The quiet, placid won he’d been with before had beco boring after a while.
"Feng, who said anything about marrying you? Don’t flatter yourself. If my parents agreed, then they can marry you!"
Unbelievable. Yang Xintian didn’t even spare her own parents, unleashing a furious tirade.
The kidney-faced woman beside Feng Feng’s face turned as black as coal. She commanded imperiously, "Look at your daughter. Does she have any manners? It’s like she has parents who gave birth to her but never bothered to raise her."
That remark was terribly offensive, completely dismissing everyone and rubbing the hosts’ faces in the dirt.
Yang Fei was furious, but there was nothing he could do. All he could do was seethe, offering no other response.
Yang Xintian was sowhat disappointed in her father.
Picking up her phone, she cried out, "Uncle Sun, hurry and save !"
The people in the room looked outside in confusion. Who is this Uncle Sun she’s talking about? No wonder she dared to co back; she called for backup. But they weren’t afraid.
Feng Wenwu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, quietly watching as the figure in the distance approached. The newcor was tall, with a handso and imposing appearance. He was dressed in well-fitted, custom-made clothes. He walked with the stride of a dragon and the prowl of a tiger, his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s and as wary as a wolf’s.
This man is clearly no ordinary person, Feng Wenwu thought, his heart starting to pound. Did this family really find a powerful backer? In that case...
As he considered how to defuse the situation peacefully, his wife scoffed. "And here I thought so big shot had arrived. Turns out it’s just a pretty boy."
Feng Feng chid in, following his mother’s lead. "Heh... So people just don’t know their own limits and love to play the hero saving the damsel. Is that a role just anyone can play? They all think they’re the protagonist of so damn TV drama."
"Uncle Sun!" Yang Xintian imdiately latched onto Sun Dasheng’s arm, her sense of security instantly returning.
Sun Dasheng said helplessly, "Didn’t I tell you I already spoke to the bank? Your family’s loan has been taken care of. Why did you still need to co?"
Instead, Yang Xintian changed the subject, shaking his arm and pouting, "Uncle Sun, they’re all ganging up on ! All these adults picking on one poor kid. If you don’t stand up for , who else can I turn to?"
Her words were a stunningly ironic display of filial piety. Yang Fei watched his daughter, speechless. Your father is standing right here. Is that really an appropriate thing to say?
"HEH HEH HEH... What a wonderful daughter you’ve raised. She’s closer to an outsider than to you," the kidney-faced woman said sarcastically.
Yang Fei’s expression was grim, but he remained silent.
The kidney-faced woman, unbothered, swayed her plump hips as she walked over to Sun Dasheng. She pointed a fat, sausage-like finger at him. "So you’re the one here to back her up?"
Sun Dasheng looked at her with an interested expression and nodded.
"Young man, you look young, so let this auntie give you so harsh but honest advice: mind your own business. That way, you’ll live a much longer and more peaceful life."
Her fleshy face, however, was twisted into an expression of feigned compassion.
Sun Dasheng feigned shock. "Oh? Is it really that serious?"
Seeing that he seed frightened by her words, she laughed smugly. "There are so things you wouldn’t understand with your lack of experience. The waters here run deep. I’m advising you not to get involved. You’re too young to handle it."
She then clicked her tongue, her eyes lighting up as she shalessly appraised his handso face. "If it weren’t for that pretty face of yours," she added with relish, "I wouldn’t have bothered telling you any of this."
"Mom, why are you wasting ti talking to him? Let’s get back to business," her son interjected, unable to hold back any longer.
The kidney-faced woman clearly doted on her son, who was just like her. He was her spitting image—distinctively unattractive.
Nearby, Yang Xintian almost gagged in disgust.
"What’s that supposed to an? You dare to look down on my son?" the woman’s voice grew sharp and grating. "Don’t think that bit of stinking money your family has ans anything in Shanghai City. Our family has connections to the governnt; we wouldn’t give your pittance a second glance. It’s your family’s good fortune from a past life that our Feng Feng even took an interest in you. And you dare to be picky?"
"If you look down on our ’stinking money’ so much, then what are you even doing here? Get lost," Yang Xintian retorted, silencing her with a single devastating remark.
"Tian Tian, my mother didn’t an that," Feng Feng hurried to clarify.
"I told you not to call Tian Tian. We’re not that close," Yang Xintian said with revulsion.
"Since we’re clearly not welco, let’s go," Feng Wenwu, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up.
His words, however, confused his wife. From his tone, it sounds like he actually ans it this ti. This isn’t like before, when he was just feigning a retreat to advance his position.
"Wenwu, what are you doing? Don’t you care about our son’s marriage anymore?"
He leaned in and whispered, "We’ll talk about it when we get back."
Then, turning to Yang Fei, who was still standing there in a daze, he said, "We’ve been presumptuous in disturbing you today. Please, don’t be offended. Although the marriage talks between the children fell through, there’s no need for us to part on bad terms."
The other man’s tone had suddenly softened. Yang Fei had no idea why and was completely bewildered, but he still nodded chanically. "Yes, exactly. It’s always good to have more friends and more options."
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