Chapter 123: Wei Feng!

Because new guests had arrived in the private room, Hua Ming had not yet started singing, fearing that the noise would prevent others from delivering their birthday wishes to Qiu Yihan.

To his surprise, while they remained quiet, this new wave of arrivals did not hold them in any regard at all.

"No need. We won't remember the introductions anyway."

What was the meaning of that? It was a clear declaration that their status and standing were unworthy, and that they had no interest in getting to know them.

Because of contempt, there was discrimination. And because of discrimination, they decided to ignore them.

What was Hua Ming's standing? He was the prestigious young master of the Qian family. Although his features were a bit rough, his background was formidable.

And what was Hua Ming's temperament? Like a firecracker packed with gunpowder—it ignited at the slightest touch.

Upon hearing Xie Minghu’s words, his face turned even darker. He put down the microphone, intent on going over to have it out with them.

Tang Zhong grabbed him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to introduce myself. Let's see if they remember then," Hua Ming said fiercely.

"Is it necessary?" Tang Zhong asked with a smile. "At the very least, I think what he said is true—we wouldn't remember the introductions anyway."

Hua Ming paused, then grinned and said, "Fair point. Why should I bother wasting my time on a few low-lifes? It would only lower my standing as the great Master Hua Wuque—hey, now that I think about it, I feel like I’ve actually come out ahead."

"The 'Ah Q' spirit is quite useful," Liang Tao said with a sinister grin. Having someone say "we won't remember the introductions" in front of a group of women was actually quite humiliating, especially for a guy like Liang Tao who cared deeply about his reputation. "If this 'tiger' accidentally wanders into my territory, I'll make sure he becomes a dead tiger."

Hua Ming threw an arm around Liang Tao’s neck and threatened, "Save the tiger penis for me. I want to use it to soak in wine."

"No problem at all. As long as you aren't afraid of catching some kind of virus," Liang Tao laughed.

Xie Minghu’s words were so blunt and direct that Qiu Yihan, who had been preparing to introduce everyone to each other, was left stunned and at a loss for how to continue.

She had absolutely no experience dealing with this kind of situation.

Qiu Yihan stood there looking troubled and bewildered. Even so, she remained stunningly beautiful and ethereal.

This made Xie Minghu, standing to the side, envy Ji William’s good fortune. He thought to himself that finding such a little beauty would surely lead to total satisfaction in the bedroom. The thought of her soft moans while being conquered, and her lazy, alluring appearance with disheveled hair afterward, must feel intoxicating to the bone.

What was even more critical was that, given Qiu Hongtu’s doting love for his only precious daughter, she would come with a dowry of wealth that could rival a nation.

Marry a beauty and earn a mountain of gold—who wouldn't want to make such a deal?

It was no wonder that the proud and arrogant Ji William ran to the Qiu household so frequently and put so much effort into pleasing Qiu Yihan; he was aiming to be the Qiu family’s son-in-law.

Understanding Ji William’s intentions, Xie Minghu decided not to make things too difficult for Qiu Yihan. He smiled and explained, "Yihan, don't be angry. My words may sound harsh, but they are the truth—we simply don't belong to the same circles. Even if you helped us introduce everyone and we shook hands, we would turn around and forget the names immediately. Why waste your precious time?"

"Besides, some people who know how to seize an opportunity might use that to latch onto us. Never underestimate the desire and endurance of small-time people trying to climb the ladder. I’ve had such experiences, and they have too—so, it’s better for us to just stick to our own groups. Isn’t that better? Regardless, we are all here to celebrate your birthday. We all hope you have a happy and joyous day. Otherwise, your 'Brother William' would surely fight us to the death."

Xie Minghu was quite eloquent, directly stating his thoughts and concerns, which actually made him seem rather open and aboveboard.

"But..." Qiu Yihan glanced around, looking troubled. "Why hasn't Brother William arrived yet?"

She had been thinking that if Ji William came over to entertain Xie Minghu and the others, she could go and look after Tang Zhong and the girls from her dormitory, as she found herself at a loss for words when she was with Xie Minghu's group.

"Oh, him? He’s still preparing a surprise for you," Xie Minghu said with a smile. "Yihan, go attend to your own business. Don't worry about us. We’ll entertain ourselves."

He turned to his companions and said, "Let’s go. Let’s drink and sing."

"Drinking contest! Let’s drink all of Ji William’s stock today. No need to show him any mercy."

"I want to hear the Queen of Love Songs, Xiao Ziyin, sing."

Xiao Ziyin and another short-haired girl ran to the song selection screen to pick tracks, while Xie Minghu and the other men headed to the sofa to drink and chat.

They possessed an imposing presence and behaved ostentatiously, discussing secret high-society affairs and gossip from the political sphere, laughing about whose sports car had crashed into a tree after only two months, or whose family's helicopter had nearly plummeted into a deep valley—

They formed their own closed-off circle, completely out of place with Tang Zhong and Hua Ming. Their arrival stole all the spotlight in the room; Tang Zhong faded into the background, and Hua Ming and Liang Tao, despite wearing designer labels, were viewed by them as nothing more than nouveau riche.

After selecting her song, Xiao Ziyin began searching for a microphone.

Finding one held by the dark-faced Hua Ming, she clicked over on her four-inch stilettos and said expressionlessly, "Give me the microphone."

"Why?" Hua Ming asked, looking confused.

"I want to sing." Xiao Ziyin arched her beautiful eyebrows. Was this guy a fool? How could he be so oblivious?

"But I want to sing, too," Hua Ming replied, looking troubled.

Xiao Ziyin glanced back at the screen where the musical prelude was playing and said, "Your song has been cut. It's my song now."

Hua Ming also looked at the screen and grinned, saying, "You’re singing 'Big Brother'? This Cantonese song is great, I can sing it too—shall we sing it together?"

"..." Xiao Ziyin felt blood rush to her head, leaving her feeling dizzy on the spot.

*Am I sick? Why would I want to sing a duet with you? Why don't you go look at yourself in the mirror?*

"It's starting, it's starting," Hua Ming urged. "Are you going to sing first or am I? 'If we call each other siblings too often, you might not realize you like me—'"

"Shut up!" Xiao Ziyin finally exploded. "Why do you think you have the right to sing my song?"

Hua Ming sneered at the self-important woman and retorted, "Why do you think you have the right to cut mine?"

"..." Xiao Ziyin was genuinely stumped by the question.

People like them were used to being arrogant and had never really taken these students seriously. She had assumed that no matter what she did, these students would silently endure or accept it—how could this guy dare to resist?

"We cut it because we wanted to, what are you going to do about it?" the beautiful girl with wine-red dyed hair said with a look of disdain and indignation, as if they were the ones who had been wronged.

"I’m going to sing because I want to, what are you going to do about it?" Hua Ming refused to back down.

"You—"

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open again.

A short-haired man in a black suit stood at the entrance, peering into the room, and then smiled, saying, "Looks like I found the right place."

Seeing the man enter, Xie Minghu and the others, who had been drinking and boasting, all stood up and greeted him with smiles.

"Brother Feng, you’re here too?" Xie Minghu said cheerily.

"Ji William called, and it’s our little Princess Yihan’s birthday—how could I not come?" the short-haired man said with a smile.

"Young Master Wei, we were just drinking. You came at the perfect time."

"You dare to drink with Young Master Wei? You really don't know how to write the word 'death', do you?"

Qiu Yihan also went to greet him, saying, "Brother Wei Feng, why are you here too?"

"What? Can't I come?" Wei Feng retorted. "Yihan, you didn't even tell me it was your birthday. Did you forget your big brother? If Ji William hadn't called me, I wouldn't have even known."

"Brother Wei Feng, I'm sorry," Qiu Yihan said softly. "I just... I didn't think it was such a big occasion."

"What do you mean, not a big occasion? Isn't a birthday just about having fun with friends?" Wei Feng said with a laugh. He handed over a gift box and said, "Happy birthday. May your youth last forever."

"Thank you, Brother Wei Feng," Qiu Yihan said happily as she took the gift.

"Brother Feng, come over here and have a drink?" Xie Minghu took the initiative to assist Qiu Yihan in entertaining Wei Feng.

"Alright," Wei Feng nodded and followed Xie Minghu toward their side of the room.

Inadvertently, he glanced toward the corner at the far end of the room and was surprised to see two familiar faces.

"I see two old friends," Wei Feng said with a smile.

He changed direction and headed straight toward Hua Ming.

"Haha, Brother Feng comes in and heads straight for the beauties—" Xie Minghu assumed Wei Feng was going to talk to Xiao Ziyin and Zhang Nan.

Anyone recognized by Wei Feng must be part of their circle.

Xiao Ziyin and Zhang Nan also saw that the esteemed Young Master Wei Feng had arrived; they exchanged glances and each put on their most seductive smiles, waiting.

They were teammates just a moment ago, but now they were rivals.

Wei Feng didn't answer Xie Minghu—perhaps he didn't hear him. He walked straight up to Hua Ming and asked with genuine surprise, "Qian Ming, what are you doing here?"

"If you can come, why can't I?" Hua Ming sat there, curling his lip.

"I just didn't expect you to know our little princess," Wei Feng said with a chuckle. He glanced at the microphone in Hua Ming's hand and said, "What? Are you going to belt out a tune for us? You’d better not. Ever since I’ve known you, the only song you could sing that was remotely listenable was 'I Am a Wolf from the North', everything else is just a disaster—"

"Do you have any culture at all? It’s called 'I Am a Lone Wolf from the North'. It’s 'lone'—you’re the one who’s a 'wolf'!"

Seeing Wei Feng standing before a young guy, trading barbs back and forth, Xie Minghu, Xiao Ziyin, and the others were completely stunned.

Wei Feng was a young master from the Mingzhu Military Region and had a good personal relationship with Ji William. But Xie Minghu and the others were merely subordinates in his presence, always having to flatter and cater to him.

Yet, how did he know these students from Nanda University?