Chapter 337 You’re quite pleased with yourself, aren’t you?

Just as swords were drawn and bows bent, Zhou Yuting spoke up to ease the tension.

“Aren’t we here to sing?”

As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere immediately softened like melting winter snow. Everyone was just putting on a show; if a real fight broke out… they followed Liu Feipeng for fun, and firing three shots into the sky would be enough to repay Young Master Liu’s kindness.

Loyalty!

Liu Feipeng heard her and his tone also softened.

“Sing, sing.”

He was used to joking with the weakest person in the room, and occasionally with Jiang Nian, but he didn’t expect to be shut down.

Before, he knew Jiang Nian was considerate of Zhou Yuting’s feelings and wouldn’t act even if he was angry. Now, he had a girlfriend.

He secretly thought it was a mistake and decided it was best not to provoke Jiang Nian.

He took a sip of wine.

At this moment, the private room door was pushed open.

A young man with sharp brows and bright eyes strode in, scanning everyone in the room, his gaze pausing on Jiang Nian.

“Oh, a familiar Face?”

Because the young man’s words were directed at Jiang Nian, almost everyone looked at Jiang Nian again.

Jiang Nian glanced at the young man, feeling a bit familiar. But he couldn’t remember him for a moment, thinking, *Where did this lunatic come from?*

He took a sip of wine and asked with a puzzled expression.

“Who are you?”

Hearing this, Sheng Zeyang touched his nose, looking slightly awkward.

“You should know Lu Xuan.”

“Oh, her.” Jiang Nian’s reaction was lukewarm, and he said, “I know, Pleasant Goat, are you her friend?”

“Hmm, we met a few days ago.” Sheng Zeyang smiled, not putting on airs, and sat down generously.

Liu Feipeng looked at the enthusiastic Sheng Zeyang and the indifferent Jiang Nian, and a phrase came to mind: a warm Face meeting a cold shoulder.

However, he didn’t feel like laughing.

Because Sheng Zeyang was someone he invited to save Face. After his failed attempt to invite Yu Tongjie last time, he found a way to befriend Sheng Zeyang.

Not only was his family wealthy, but he also held many connections in Nanshi. He had friendships with many powerful figures, a true Young Master in every sense.

In old society, he would never have been able to associate with Sheng Zeyang.

But now, he was watching the person he should be currying favor with, enthusiastically chatting with Jiang Nian, without the slightest hint of temper.

Just a moment ago, he had even made fun of Jiang Nian.

Liu Feipeng was a little dumbfounded; why had he been so unlucky these past few months? It must be because he didn’t have a woman by his side, never mind!

Today! He must mend his relationship with Zhou Yuting!

Sheng Zeyang tried to chat with Jiang Nian for a while, but after asking for a long time, the other person either answered irrelevantly or just repeated himself.

*Has he been to jail? Why is he so tight-lipped?*

Lu Xuan told him that this person was slipperier than oil. He had tried to get information from him for a long time, but couldn’t get a single word out. Now, it seemed, it was true.

After three rounds of drinks, Jiang Nian was also full.

Zhou Yuting’s eyelids twitched as she watched from the side; she felt embarrassed for Jiang Nian. Sitting next to him, she couldn’t help but remind him.

“Stop eating, sing a few lines.”

“Heh heh.” Jiang Nian continued to do as he pleased.

Estimating that it was about time, Liu Feipeng perked up. He sent a message to the front desk, and soon after, the private room door was pushed open.

A boyish waiter walked in, holding a glowing bouquet, and announced.

“Young Miss Zhou Yuting, this is a bouquet ordered for you by Mr. Liu Feipeng. Wishing you eternal youth, always eighteen years old.”

In an instant, all the subordinates in the room cheered.

“Oh!!! So romantic!”

“If I were a girl, I’d be so touched!”

Liu Feipeng listened, a humble and gentle smile on his Face. He didn’t join in, just motioned for them to be quiet. Sheng Zeyang seemed uninterested, a hint of boredom in his eyes.

Zhou Yuting waited for the surroundings to quiet down, then awkwardly said.

“I’m seventeen this year.”

As her words fell, the whole scene became awkward, only Jiang Nian laughed out loud.

Despite the awkward atmosphere, Zhou Yuting still accepted the bouquet. She held it, took a photo, and then put it down, saying.

“I actually came today to tell you something.”

Liu Feipeng smiled slightly and asked gently.

“What is it?”

“I actually… already have someone I like in the Olympiad class.” Zhou Yuting spoke almost word for word.

“He is very excellent, his appearance, family background… are all types I like. I don’t have any feelings for you, so… please don’t contact me again.”

“I’m afraid he’ll misunderstand.”

As her words fell, the KTV was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only Jiang Nian and Sheng Zeyang were unaffected, one was cracking melon seeds, the other was playing on his phone, and they even clinked glasses.

With a ‘ding,’ Liu Feipeng also snapped back to reality.

He wiped his Face, wanting to smile but couldn’t. In front of so many people, he was rejected without any consideration.

He had even sent flowers, and Zhou Yuting had taken photos.

Liu Feipeng stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. His mind, previously clouded with joy, was now thoroughly cast into the cold palace.

In front of all his subordinates, his Face was completely thrown to the ground.

Moreover, there were two outsiders here, one Jiang Nian. The other was Sheng Zeyang, the person he invited to fill the room and save Face.

He took two deep breaths, still maintaining his composure.

“It’s alright, I understand.”

“Um, I’ll toast you.” Liu Feipeng raised his glass and said to Zhou Yuting, “I wish you happiness in the future.”

Under the dim lights, his hand trembled slightly.

Jiang Nian, sitting next to him, couldn’t help but curve his lips at the words. He got up and directly interrupted this scene, patting his clothes as he said.

“I’m going back first.”

Zhou Yuting’s pupils widened slightly; she wasn’t a fool. If Jiang Nian left, this private room would be full of Liu Feipeng’s people.

She quickly got up, not even taking the glass of wine.

“Next time, I’m leaving too.”

Thump, thump, thump, the two left the private room directly.

The atmosphere once again fell to a freezing point; even a clay figure has a three-point temper.

Liu Feipeng gritted his teeth fiercely and smashed the glass of wine towards the private room door. The glass instantly shattered, and wine spilled all over the floor.

“Did I tell you to f*cking leave?!”

Jiang Nian hadn’t even left the door yet, and the glass almost flew past his Face. It smashed against the KTV door, and a few drops of splashing wine landed on his Face.

He calmly turned his head, looking at Liu Feipeng, and said.

“Weren’t you quite composed? I’ve always thought you were a dumbass. What the hell are you pretending to be mature for? Your dad isn’t dead, so why are you acting rich?”

If it were normal, Liu Feipeng would probably just smile it off on the surface. But today, a series of events, by a strange coincidence, piled up.

His cultivation cracked, and he was a bit broken. After Jiang Nian’s outburst, his entire expression immediately turned gloomy.

“What did you say?”

“Of course I’m talking about your mom.” Jiang Nian stared at him calmly, “This is off-campus, and you’re twenty years old.”

“To put it bluntly, at your age, if you’re still showing off in senior year, you’re either an imbecile or a dumbass. What the hell are you pretending to be a strategist for? I’ve given you too much Face.”

In that instant, Liu Feipeng completely saw red.

“Are you f*cking looking for a beating?!”

He grabbed something at random and roared.

“Get him!”

A group of people rushed forward, cursing. Some were quick to act, others slower, but ultimately, Liu Feipeng was at the forefront.

With a bang, Liu Feipeng was kicked flying.

The scene immediately froze; the group of people was terrified. They turned to look at Liu Feipeng clattering and struggling to get up from the ground.

He tried twice but couldn’t get up.

Several minutes later, in the chaotic private room.

Liu Feipeng’s Face was ashen. He knew that Jiang Nian’s kick had completely shattered his Face, unless he could get it back.

Perhaps out of some psychological impulse, he said indignantly.

“Maybe he and Zhou Yuting have been together for a long time.”

Sheng Zeyang interrupted him, waving his hand and saying,

“Impossible.”

Liu Feipeng was stunned, “Why?”

Sheng Zeyang couldn’t be bothered to explain, and after watching the show, he was also ready to leave. What was the point of singing without girls? He just left a sentence before leaving.

“If Jiang Nian has a girlfriend, then you’d best not offend him.”

On the street, Zhou Yuting shivered in the cold wind, watching Jiang Nian, who was about to leave.

“You must be very proud, Jiang Nian!”

Jiang Nian turned back and glanced at Zhou Yuting, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

“I don’t understand, what do you mean by that?”

Hearing this, Zhou Yuting’s Face was almost ruined with Qi.

“It’s all you! Otherwise, why would I have to do this?!”

“Yes, and then what?” Jiang Nian rode away directly, without looking back, “I can feast on this secret for a year.”