Chapter 155: Chapter 155 Just Good Luck!_1
Ye Fei turned, only to see a familiar figure.
Xiao Feng!
There he was, sauntering over nonchalantly with Xiao Yun, who had been at the concert before, on his left side.
Frowning, she stared fixedly at Ye Fei.
Her gaze was as if she wanted to skin him alive.
Ye Fei’s brows furrowed slightly, his displeasure evident.
"Didn’t you get hit enough?"
Ye Fei said coldly.
Xiao Feng’s steps faltered, his complexion turning ashen in an instant.
But quickly, he regained his composure and said viciously,
"You think I’m still the Xiao Feng you could push around? Just you wait, starting with you, then the Su Family, none of you will get away with this!"
"Xiao Feng!"
Xiao Yun sharply scolded, tugging him forward.
"No need to talk too much with him, a scoundrel will meet his match, and he’ll pay the price sooner or later."
The two brushed past Ye Fei, and at the last moment, Xiao Yun gave him a fierce glare.
"Mr. Ye..."
The incident happened so suddenly that Luo Qiuyu had barely reacted.
Now she was afraid that in a fit of rage, Ye Fei would spill their blood right there and then!
"It’s fine, as they said, a scoundrel will meet his match, and they won’t live much longer."
Ye Fei, stepping forward, walked inside.
Luo Qiuyu’s face paled as she quickly followed.
It seemed that the Xiao siblings were headed for a downfall.
Just as he walked in, Ye Fei saw another familiar person.
Xiao Feng was holding a glass of wine, grinning sheepishly at a girl next to him.
The girl, however, looked indifferent, surveying her surroundings.
Upon seeing Ye Fei, the girl’s expression instantly changed, and she quickly pulled a tall man over, pointing at Ye Fei and loudly said,
"It’s him!"
The man nodded, walked over with a glass of wine in hand, and looked at Ye Fei with interest.
"Are you the one who made my grandfather wait for two days and one night?"
"It’s him, making our grandfather wait so long without caring at all, without any consideration," Qian Miaoyu added, her eyes filled with disgust.
Xiao Feng also came over, speaking rudely upon seeing Ye Fei.
"No more than a Su Family’s son-in-law, yet you dare to offend Commissioner Qian?"
"Luo Qiuyu, why are you with him? Don’t tell me he’s tricked you. Come over to my side," Qian Miaoyu, seeing the disoriented Luo Qiuyu by the side and mistaking Ye Fei’s exposure as the cause of her discomfort, quickly waved her over.
"No, thanks," Luo Qiuyu shook her head, looking toward Ye Fei.
"Mr. Ye, Miaoyu is my friend, even though I don’t know why she... I hope you won’t lower yourself to her level."
"Your friend?"
Ye Fei raised an eyebrow. Martial arts circles really are small.
"Alright, as long as they don’t bother me, I won’t settle accounts with them."
Who was Ye Fei?
An immortal who had cultivated for ten thousand years. What kind of person hadn’t he seen?
Of course, he felt it beneath him to stoop to their level.
"It’s strange, why is Luo Qiuyu still speaking for Ye Fei, and why hasn’t Qian Mingjie taken action?"
"Yeah, someone who pursued Luo Qiuyu before was blocked and beaten by Master Qian three times. Eventually, that person didn’t dare to attend school anymore. What’s happening today? Could this young man actually be someone influential?"
The banquet hadn’t started yet; it was mostly the younger generation of the various families, and the older generation hadn’t arrived.
Qian Mingjie was displeased with the chatter around him.
In this circle, that Luo Qiuyu belonged to him was an acknowledged fact.
Now, with Ye Fei doing this, it was no different than being cuckolded.
"Qiuyu, come here; I have something to say," Qian Mingjie said, ignoring Ye Fei and looking firmly at Luo Qiuyu.
"What is it? Can’t you say it here?"
Luo Qiuyu’s eyes were a bit frantic; in fact, she wasn’t familiar with Qian Mingjie, having only chatted with him at similar gatherings before.
Afterward, Qian Mingjie had launched his pursuit, driving away all those who pursued her.
Qian Mingjie’s father was also a martial artist and held a certain position in the Canglang State War Department.
Furthermore, his grandfather was a committee member of the Martial Arts Association; hardly anyone in this circle dared to provoke him.
And ordinary people, let’s not even talk about them—they have all been chased away by him.
She had not expected that after so many years, Qian Mingjie still hadn’t given up on pursuing her.
"You want to talk here?" Qian Mingjie frowned, turning his head to order Ye Fei,
"Get lost, I have something to talk about with Qiuyu."
"Why should I get lost?" Ye Fei looked at him amused.
Qian Mingjie didn’t expect him to resist and stared fixedly at Ye Fei.
"You’re Ye Fei? The one who defeated Cui Xuan in the Qianyuan Tournament?"
"That’s me. What about it?" Ye Fei replied indifferently.
"Quite the fighter?" Qian Mingjie smirked arrogantly, "But you should know, Cui Xuan is all show and no substance. He would lose within a few moves against me."
Qian Mingjie belonged to the Martial Arts Association and had notable talent.
Bolstered by abundant resources, his strength wasn’t to be underestimated.
Had it not been for the rule that members’ offspring couldn’t participate, he was confident he would have been the champion this year.
"Oh, really?" Ye Fei, looking quite at ease, picked at his fingers, "Cui Xuan didn’t last many moves against me either."
"Hmph, just luck," Qian Mingjie snorted and reached out to pull Luo Qiuyu.
Luo Qiuyu withdrew her arm and hid behind Ye Fei, "I have nothing to say to you."
Qian Mingjie frowned, puzzled by the abrupt change in Luo Qiuyu’s attitude toward him.
As he stepped forward, he was blocked by one of Ye Fei’s hands.
"Didn’t you hear her? She said she has nothing to say to you. You’re not welcome here," Ye Fei’s gaze turned steely as he looked at him and uttered a single word.
"Scram."
