Chapter 128: The Calm Before the Storm

"What just happened to me?"

Once his head cleared, Zhao Zijun felt deeply frustrated, unable to understand why he had chased after Wu Cuihua. Returning to the main hall and seeing the strange looks from the crowd only deepened his gloom. Vaguely, he heard people whispering about his "eccentric" tastes.

"That guy is actually dancing with Meixuan? No, I’m supposed to be her partner! Who does he think he is?"

Zhao Zijun was still puzzled when he spotted Chen Yufeng and He Meixuan dancing intensely in the center of the floor. Rage ignited within him, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. His features, which had been fairly handsome, twisted into a hideous expression of spite.

*Ptooey!*

Watching the pair dance, Zhao Zijun spat on the carpet. A diligent waiter, seeing this, immediately walked over and politely reminded him, "Sir, please do not spit on the floor."

"Get lost! What kind of dog are you? Do you know who I am?"

Already boiling with anger, Zhao Zijun slapped the hapless waiter across the face.

"You..."

"You what? Get lost!"

Furious, Zhao Zijun landed another heavy slap on the waiter's face. The miserable man clutched his burning cheek, staring in shock, but he dared not retaliate.

*Who does he think he is, just because he has a weird fetish? Just you wait. I'll upload that cringeworthy confession video of yours online and make you famous...*

Unable to contain his rage, Zhao Zijun charged toward Chen Yufeng, murderous intent radiating from him. Chen Yufeng merely glanced at him from the corner of his eye, noticing the man’s clenched fists and gritted teeth—he was clearly on the verge of an explosion. However, Chen remained unmoved, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.

Seeing the fury on Zhao Zijun’s face, He Meixuan realized what was about to happen and quickly warned, "Brother Zijun, what are you trying to do? You already confessed to Auntie Cuihua just now; don't tell me you want to go after everyone regardless of age?"

"I... I confessed to Auntie Cuihua?"

"Yes."

He Meixuan nodded and continued, "So many people saw your heartfelt confession. It was so moving, but isn't that a bit much? Auntie Cuihua is a married woman. I really never thought you’d been harboring a secret crush on her for so long."

"How is that possible? How could I have such twisted taste?"

Zhao Zijun was completely bewildered. What was going on? Why was everyone looking at him so strangely? Wasn't he just about to confess to Meixuan? He could never have known that all of this was because he had offended the formidable Chen Yufeng.

"No, Meixuan, you know me..." Zhao Zijun tried to explain, but He Meixuan had no interest in listening. She waved her hand dismissively and said sharply, "I think you should just go home. If you stay here any longer, people are going to laugh you to death."

Hearing this, Zhao Zijun froze. He slowly calmed down, unclenched his fists, though his gaze toward Chen Yufeng was still filled with hatred. He felt deeply wounded; in He Meixuan's eyes, he saw her admiration for this kid, a reality he couldn't yet bring himself to accept. He couldn't fathom what charm the boy had—sure, he was good at fighting, but this was a society governed by law, not ancient times. What good was being a good fighter? He couldn't become a general; he was just a brute.

He shot Chen Yufeng one last hateful look before leaving, having mentally marked him as his greatest romantic rival.

Shortly after Zhao Zijun left, the first dance ended. Chen Yufeng had no interest in continuing, so he sat down to drink and play dice with Liu Telin. For some reason, He Meixuan felt that Liu Telin and Chen Yufeng were having a wonderful time together, while her own interactions with Chen felt like mere formality. She felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart. *Could Sister Telin be interested in him? No way!*

He Meixuan reasoned that such a relationship was impossible. Still, feeling restless, she joined their dice game. As they played, she observed them intently, and what she saw shocked her. She was amazed to find that Liu Telin’s gaze toward Chen Yufeng held a certain significance, looking exactly like the ambiguous, affectionate look a girl in love gives her boyfriend.

*Does Sister Telin like Chen Yufeng too? Did she beat me to the punch?*

Though suspicious, He Meixuan couldn't ask directly, so she continued to play while secretly observing. Fortunately, she noticed that while Chen and Liu were having fun, there wasn't that specific, intimate tension in their eyes, which put her heart at ease.

Happy times always fly by. Before they knew it, it was midnight.

By then, most guests had left, and only a small group remained in the hall. Chen Yufeng felt it was time to head out.

"It’s getting late, I’m going to head off. Bye," Chen Yufeng said to He Meixuan before leaving.

"Oh, alright. Take care, let's keep in touch."

"Sure, will do."

Although He Meixuan felt a slight sense of loss, she didn't try to make him stay. Overall, she was happy that he had come at all.

Not two minutes after Chen Yufeng left Romanti, he received a WeChat message from Liu Telin: *Wait for me.*

Chen Yufeng did not reply, which left Liu Telin feeling a bit dejected. After leaving the venue, she drove home in her modest white Fiat. As she drove, she glanced to her side and suddenly realized someone had appeared in the passenger seat out of thin air. It was Chen Yufeng.

"Geez, don't scare me like that..."

Fortunately, Liu Telin knew Chen Yufeng was a celestial being, so she was only slightly startled, followed immediately by a surge of joy.

"If you don't like it, I'll get out," Chen Yufeng teased.

"No, don't go..." Liu Telin quickly pleaded, naturally unable to bear him leaving.

It was already one-thirty in the morning when they returned to Liu Telin's apartment. She was excited to be able to share a bed with her idol.

While she was excited, Kong Zetao was currently seething with rage, wishing he could kill them both to vent his fury. He hadn't expected that the moment he returned to the capital, he would hear news of Liu Telin marrying that wild boy.

*So soon? Is she doing this to spite me, or what? It’s clear she has no regard for me at all. Fine, just you wait and see...*