Chapter 82 - 81 Do Fights Lead to Friendship?

Chapter 82: Chapter 81 Do Fights Lead to Friendship? ... "Smack!" A crisp sound rang out. Qian Jiale fiercely slapped himself across the face, as if trying to wake himself up from a nightmare. "Ah!" Ye Shanshan suddenly exclaimed in surprise, her face full of joy. "Once I’m officially promoted, I’ll be my husband’s legitimate concubine. That means... I’ll be on equal footing with Su Xiaowan and Sister Bingbing?" "That’s why I’m saying, you still need to keep working hard," Yan Xiaobao encouraged. "That’s amazing!" Ye Shanshan clenched her small fists delightedly. "Husband, I’ll definitely work even harder!" "Smack!" Qian Jiale slapped himself again. He felt that if this dream didn’t end soon, his mind might completely collapse... "Um... Brother Bao..." Tang Wenjun lowered his usual airs, lifted his cup respectfully, and proposed a toast. "I suppose we got to know each other after some ’misunderstandings.’ I’ll drink to that." "Misunderstandings?" Yan Xiaobao questioned curiously. "I didn’t fight you, did I?" "Uh..." Tang Wenjun hesitated before forcing a bitter smile. "No, you didn’t fight me. You only fought Ma Boyao and Su Jinpeng, and that gave me the opportunity to meet you, which I consider fortunate. Cheers!" "Alright then." Yan Xiaobao noticed Tang Wenjun’s consistently polite attitude and developed a better impression of him. He clinked glasses, sealing their acquaintanceship officially. "What? Did you say he beat up Ma Boyao and Su Jinpeng?" Qian Jiale lost his composure and grabbed Tang Wenjun’s collar, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Beat them up really badly," Tang Wenjun chuckled. "For the next two months, Ma Boyao probably won’t dare venture out to indulge himself." "Hiss—" Qian Jiale drew a sharp breath, then worriedly warned Yan Xiaobao, "I know Ma Boyao. He’s always been extremely arrogant and oppressive. Since you beat him up... you’d better be cautious of his retaliation..." "Afraid of what?" Before Yan Xiaobao could respond, Ye Shanshan excitedly cut in, "My husband’s martial arts skills are incredible! If that Ma guy dares to retaliate, my husband will beat him up every time he sees him, until he’s too scared to come out again!" "Hmm." Yan Xiaobao nodded appreciatively toward Ye Shanshan. "Now, that’s the spirit of my concubine." "Really?" Ye Shanshan beamed with joy again. "Does that mean I’m one step closer to becoming officially promoted?" "A little closer," Yan Xiaobao said as he used two fingers to measure a distance roughly the width of a centimeter. "Only this much..." Ye Shanshan pouted but then quickly understood. Indeed, there was still quite a gap between her and Su Xiaowan and Han Ruobing—she’d have to work harder! ... This meal wasn’t particularly memorable for Yan Xiaobao. Though the dishes were exquisite and the wine was top-notch, the absence of his wives—and with only the backup concubine, Ye Shanshan, around—left it lacking in some way. Ye Shanshan, on the other hand, was delighted. She felt her goals becoming increasingly clear and closer to realization. She believed that with relentless effort, she could soon stand on equal footing with Su Xiaowan and Han Ruobing. Qian Jiale, Yao Hongtao, and Yang Shilan, however, were overwhelmed by shock. Their stomachs felt bloated with disbelief, and they barely touched the fine food and wine on the table. Tang Wenjun was in a good mood as well. Among the "Jiangnan Ten Tigers," he was considered one of the quieter and more calculated members. Though he couldn’t quite figure out Yan Xiaobao’s background, he was convinced that any man capable of making Su Xiaowan willingly accept the role of concubine must possess incomprehensible prowess. To not only avoid a beating today but also get acquainted with Yan Xiaobao—this was undeniably a fortunate turn of events. Upon leaving the restaurant, Tang Wenjun said to Yan Xiaobao, "It’s been an honor to meet Brother Bao today. Ideally, I’d like to arrange for a better venue to properly host you. Unfortunately, I’ve already made plans to visit a friend in Shanghai. Another time..." Before Tang Wenjun could finish his sentence, Yan Xiaobao unexpectedly delivered a sharp kick that sent Tang Wenjun flying two meters away, flat onto the ground. The group was stunned, unsure of what had just transpired. Then, with a loud "smash!" a wine bottle fell from the sky and shattered precisely where Tang Wenjun had been standing moments earlier, shards of glass scattering everywhere. Only then did the group understand that Yan Xiaobao wasn’t attacking Tang Wenjun but saving him. Had the wine bottle landed on his head, Tang Wenjun would have at least suffered severe brain trauma—if not worse. Still, no one could quite decipher why Yan Xiaobao chose to kick Tang Wenjun rather than simply pulling him aside. The answer was simple: Tang Wenjun was a man, not one of Yan Xiaobao’s wives. Why would Yan Xiaobao pull him closer to himself? "Thank you, Brother Bao, for lending a hand—um... lending a foot to help," Tang Wenjun said as he dusted himself off and stood up. "Damn it! What kind of person tosses wine bottles at random? They nearly hit Mr. Tang! I’m going back to the Desheng Building to teach the culprit a lesson!" Qian Jiale fumed and prepared to storm back inside. Although Qian Jiale wasn’t among the "Jiangnan Ten Tigers," he was still a rich second-generation youth. When these wealthy young men were out having fun, they seldom refrained from stirring up trouble—there was no way he’d let the "criminal" who threw the bottle off the hook. "Forget it," Tang Wenjun stopped Qian Jiale. "I really need to head to Shanghai and don’t want to waste time dealing with trivial matters. Besides, I’ve had nothing but bad luck these past few months—I’m practically used to it." "Honestly, you’ve had an unbelievably unlucky streak this past half-year," Qian Jiale said, sympathizing as he patted Tang Wenjun on the shoulder. "Failed investments, car tires blowing out, stepping on nails while walking... To be honest, dude, I wouldn’t be surprised if your farts somehow ended up injuring your ankles." "Don’t even bring it up..." Tang Wenjun sighed. "I really don’t know what kind of bad omen I’ve encountered to make every day feel so nerve-wracking." "No wonder Mr. Tang’s been keeping such a low profile lately," Qian Jiale said, beginning to understand. Yan Xiaobao suddenly interjected, "You haven’t encountered a bad omen—it’s just that the Fengshui of your house went wrong." "Brother Bao understands Fengshui? I did not see that coming..." Tang Wenjun was genuinely shocked. To him, Yan Xiaobao might have looked well-mannered on the surface, but he was in fact a rough and belligerent man. That Yan Xiaobao was skilled enough to dabble in Fengshui was a complete surprise. "There are plenty of things you don’t see coming. Why is it so surprising that I know Fengshui? With how ridiculously talented I am, it would be shocking if I didn’t understand Fengshui." Yan Xiaobao smirked. He possessed so many abilities that anyone would be terrified if they knew the full extent. "Fair point..." Tang Wenjun’s eyes lit up. "For Brother Bao to spot issues with the Fengshui at my house must mean your expertise in this area is exceptional. Honestly, I’ve been wondering if my bad luck started after moving into my new villa." "Is it really that mystical?" Qian Jiale found it hard to believe. Most young people nowadays didn’t take Fengshui seriously. "I didn’t believe it at first either. But experiencing it myself left me no choice," Tang Wenjun said before hesitating again. "The strange thing is, when we built the villa, my father specifically hired a renowned Fengshui master to set up a Fengshui Formation. By logic, everything should’ve been smooth sailing..." ... [Please bookmark, recommend, give tips, and support!] ...