The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 214 No Interest

Ye Chenfeng and Wu Xiaofei held each other tightly.

Wu Xiaofei’s mind went completely blank.

Just when Ye Chenfeng wanted to cast everything aside and behave like a beast, the ringtone of Wu Xiaofei’s cell phone sounded inappropriately from her pocket, instantly awakening them both; they each quickly pushed away from the other.

Ye Chenfeng touched his nose in embarrassment, a nonchalant smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Wu Xiaofei’s cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and she desperately wanted to bite Ye Chenfeng twice out of frustration. She glared at him in a mess of emotions, unsure of what to say. After all, she had been the one to initiate the embrace.

"Wu Xiaofei, how can you be so weak! That was so embarrassing!" Wu Xiaofei inwardly scolded herself in frustration.

Ye Chenfeng also realized that his words might have been inappropriate and hurriedly added, "Xiaofei, answer the phone! What are you standing there for?"

Filled with a mix of anger and resentment, Wu Xiaofei didn’t even look to see who was calling; she just answered the phone directly. And when she heard the voice on the other end, the blush on her face slowly disappeared, replaced by anger.

After Wu Xiaofei hung up the phone, Ye Chenfeng asked, "Xiaofei, what happened?"

"A good friend of mine is in a bit of trouble at the Royal Club; I must get there immediately. If I’m late, she could be in danger," said Wu Xiaofei, speaking with urgency.

"Xiaofei, it’s so late. Let me come with you!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chenfeng roughly guessed the situation. Xiaofei’s friend must have encountered some troublesome sons of wealthy families at the Royal Club.

"Alright, let’s go now!" Wu Xiaofei agreed, nodding her head. Without even a word of greeting to the patriarchs Ye and Wu, she hurriedly took Ye Chenfeng by the hand and rushed to her military jeep.

The patriarchs Ye and Wu, walking out of the living room, just caught sight of the military jeep speeding away. Patriarch Ye asked with curiosity, "Where are Chenfeng and Xiaofei going?"

Patriarch Wu chuckled and said, "Zhenhong, the young people these days do love to stir up trouble. Anyway, the two of them are about to get engaged. If Xiaofei’s belly gets big in advance, just let them get married quickly."

"Indeed! In my lifetime, I really do want to hold my great-grandchild!" sighed Patriarch Ye as he watched the jeep disappear into the distance.

"Zhenhong, can I make a deal with you? Look, Chenfeng has such excellent genes; the children Xiaofei bears will surely be no different, so how about we have Xiaofei bear two children, one with the Ye surname and one with the Wu surname, what do you think?"

"An Guo, don’t even think about it. The Ye family is currently scarce of direct descendants! Not to mention two, even if it were three children, they would have nothing to do with the Wus."

...

The elder of the Yes and the elder of the Wus were arguing back and forth; did they really think that Ye Chenfeng and Wu Xiaofei went out so late to "get it on, get it on"?

The Royal Club in Capital City is considered a top-tier luxury venue, filled with all sorts of entertainment amenities. The average spending here is several times higher than that at ordinary clubs. Typically, only the scions of Capital City’s wealthy, including the children of rich and powerful families, come here to splurge—all for the sake of face, of course. Naturally, they would want to spend their money in the most upscale places.

In a VIP room on the second floor, three young men held wine glasses partially filled with red wine, gently swirling the contents. Huddled in a corner of the room was a woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She had above-average looks. However, at that moment, her evening gown was torn, and her face was marked by a panicked expression, with tears circling in her eyes.

The woman’s name was Yu Huihui, a member of the Yes’s collateral branch in Capital City. Even with all their efforts, the Yes could barely squeeze into the third tier of families in Capital City, much less Yu Huihui, who was just a member of a collateral branch.

Among the three young men, a tall and burly youth was named Song Bin, the biological elder brother of Song Zhong.

The other two young men were named Zhang Hua and Wan Song—both from the direct lines of their families, and their families were considered second-tier families in Capital City.

"Xiaofei is already on her way here. You better let me go now, or you’re definitely not going to end well," Yu Huihui mustered the courage to say from her corner.

Song Bin snorted disdainfully and said, "You’re just a member of the Yes’s collateral branch. Your own family would be more than happy for you to become my woman! In front of the Songs, the Yes are nothing but insignificant ants."

"As for Wu Xiaofei, I have my ways to deal with her. I guarantee she’ll be begging to be my woman! Then who can fault me, Song Bin? This is mutual consent, after all. Who asked her to be Ye Chenfeng’s fiancée? My brother Song Zhong’s greatest pleasure was toying with Ye the fool. He once said he definitely wanted to play with Ye the fool’s wife. Now that my brother is gone, I’ll fulfill his wish as his elder brother!" Song Bin gulped down the wine from his glass into his stomach.

...

Accompanied by a screech of brakes, Wu Xiaofei’s military jeep came to a sudden halt in front of the Royal Club.

After disembarking, Wu Xiaofei and Ye Chenfeng hurriedly entered the Royal Club. Just as they stepped through the main entrance, a sultry voice reached the ears of Ye Chenfeng and Wu Xiaofei: "Isn’t this Young Master Ye? It’s been a long time since you last graced the Royal Club with your presence!"

A voluptuous woman sashayed towards Ye Chenfeng, her waist twisting seductively. Around thirty years old, she wore a red cheongsam that traced the contours of her alluring figure.

Ye Chenfeng’s recovered memories included information about this woman. Her name was Xia Yanran, the owner of the Royal Club. Ye Chenfeng had pursued her in the past but failed to win her over, and she had humiliated him instead.

After Ye Chenfeng developed an anxiety disorder, Xia Yanran wouldn’t even spare him a glance, often joining Song Zhong and his fellow profligates in their mockery of Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng’s brows furrowed slightly. He had no shred of goodwill towards the mature woman in front of him and commanded with an expressionless face, "Get lost, I have no interest in ladies."(To be continued. If you like this book, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)