Chapter 126: The Most Hilarious Confession in History

“Little fairy brother really is the king of showing off, sigh, no one can outdo his act... yet somehow, I’m still utterly captivated by him.” Liutelin felt a secret thrill as she noticed Chen Yufeng’s subtle display of brilliance once again.

Originally, she detested arrogant men. But this idol’s charming pretense was particularly enjoyable—he even managed to impart some life lessons amid his posturing, which counted as a good deed in her book.

If He Shihao hadn’t been nearby, she might have lost all restraint and started flirting with her idol again.

He Shihao held great admiration and respect for Chen Yufeng now. He hadn’t expected such a young divine healer—no older than his early twenties—to possess such extraordinary medical skills.

Besides, according to the young lady he cherished, this man had once taken down six or seven burly men wielding large knives in mere minutes.

That proved not only his medical prowess but also his exceptional martial ability.

And now he even bore the title of “God of Wine.”

There was no doubt: this was a genuine, extraordinary talent.

Last time, Chen Yufeng had said their fates were not aligned, but wasn’t this time proof that destiny had finally arrived?

He Shihao’s heart swelled with joy at this thought. Of course, he wouldn’t miss the chance to befriend such a remarkable man and thus stayed at the table, drinking alongside Chen Yufeng.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he smiled and asked while toasting, “Brother Yufeng, your skills are truly impressive. Do you have a reclusive master behind you?”

“Hmm... yes,” Chen Yufeng nodded in acknowledgment. He couldn’t very well say he had a divine artifact.

“So, who is your master?”

“Well... I’m sorry, I can’t say,” Chen Yufeng replied with a smile, returning the toast and casually dodging the question.

“My master was once a legendary figure in the martial world, but now he has long since retired from the public eye. He wishes no one to speak his name anymore and entrusted me to carry on his legacy—that’s all there is to it.”

Liutelin chuckled quietly on the side. Oh, idol, you really are the prince of show-offs.

Of course, she would never reveal Chen Yufeng’s true identity to anyone; their secret was theirs alone.

“Oh?” He Shihao listened without doubt, recognizing that Chen Yufeng’s master must be a truly formidable figure. Since the young man was reluctant to disclose more, he wisely refrained from pressing further.

With that topic behind them, the two continued drinking and chatting, finding themselves quite congenial companions.

He Shihao stayed for over twenty minutes before excusing himself to socialize with other guests, showing just how much he valued Chen Yufeng’s presence.

Before leaving, he apologized with a fist salute and a smile, saying, “Brother Yufeng, take your time here. I’ll be back later to share a few more drinks.”

“Sure, no rush. You go ahead—I’m fine here, and I have a beautiful companion,” Chen Yufeng replied with a hearty laugh, understanding perfectly.

“Alright, then, I’ll be off.”

“Okay.”

He Shihao cheerfully went to mingle, pleased at having secured contact with such a rare talent.

“Come on, little fairy brother, let’s keep playing dice,” Liutelin said, flashing a seductive smile once He Shihao left.

She teasingly stretched her high-heeled foot beneath Chen Yufeng’s legs, making him slightly uncomfortable. He pinched her smooth, jade-like foot in response.

“Ah... this feels so good. How about we stop playing dice and play something else?” she purred provocatively.

Chen Yufeng sighed, amused but struggling to quell the rising fire within him, and returned to their dice game and drinks.

Of course, Liutelin kept up her occasional flirtations throughout.

Suddenly, a loud voice echoed through a microphone.

Everyone turned to see Zhao Zijun standing center stage, holding the microphone, while two waiters presented a large bouquet of heart-shaped roses—nine hundred ninety-nine blossoms, a clear symbol.

“Wow, how romantic! What’s he up to? Could it be...?”

Many girls gasped excitedly, sensing what was about to unfold, eagerly awaiting a romantic spectacle.

“Go, Brother Zijun! I’m rooting for you!” cheerfully applauded He Xiaoying, while He Meixuan’s face instantly clouded with displeasure.

Has he been kicked by a donkey today? Chen Yufeng immediately understood the situation: Zhao Zijun was planning to confess to He Meixuan on her twentieth birthday.

But judging by her sullen expression, she clearly didn’t reciprocate his feelings—likely viewing him merely as a brother.

“I’m going over,” Chen Yufeng said to Liutelin and quickly moved to He Meixuan’s side.

She looked a bit excited to see him.

Without wasting words, Chen Yufeng asked, “You don’t like Zhao Zijun, do you?”

“Yeah,” she nodded quickly. “We grew up together, but I only see him as a brother. Looks like he’s misunderstood and is about to confess to me. It’s so embarrassing.”

“I see. Then just handle it however you think best,” Chen Yufeng smiled and returned to his seat.

If she had liked Zhao Zijun, he wouldn’t have interfered. Since she didn’t, it was much simpler.

He chuckled inwardly: if you want me to embarrass myself, I’ll gladly return the favor.

“What’s going on? Why would he say that? Could he like me?” He Meixuan pondered Chen Yufeng’s words, her mind reeling with possibilities and hope.

Just then, Zhao Zijun smiled excitedly and continued:

“There’s a girl I’ve known since childhood—a true childhood sweetheart. We’ve been together for over ten years. Today, on this special day, I want to express my love. Who is that girl? I’m sure everyone can guess.”

By now, many had guessed his intended—He Meixuan, the birthday princess herself.

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