Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 238 Don't Be Too Arrogant

In the night, a dragon and a phoenix flew out from the high mountains, disappearing into the distance.

Divine Path, both are strong warriors of the Divine Path Realm, one is Hui Shen, and the other, an unimaginably real Fire Phoenix, is none the lesser.

The villagers weren't incapable of leaving the mountain. Instead, once the village men came of age, they had to descend the mountain. Even the women rarely stayed in the village. When Ye Feng came here on vacation, coaxed by that old fellow out of the blue, he found himself drinking only with the elderly.

Inside the Star Luxury Hotel.

Ye Feng, with his arm around Hong Qingyan's slender waist, descended the stairs leisurely.

There was no helping it. Our Beauty Hong had been so tormented by Ye Feng that she still felt pain somewhere, and naturally couldn't walk without giving herself away. Wouldn't it be odd?

And say what you will, but this little wild man from Northern Su knows how to save face.

Once out of the elevator, Ye Feng immediately sensed a different atmosphere in the lower levels of the hotel, with celebrities singing and internet stars accompanying guests—quite a display of pomp and grandeur.

"Quite lively!"

Could a five-star hotel really be this upscale?

Hong Qingyan's forehead twinkled with several unanswered questions. She still didn't understand what was going on here and naively thought this was intrinsic to a luxury hotel.

"Small scene, so-so. Wait till we get to the capital, and then you'll see what's heaven and what's earth," Ye Feng said casually with a smile.

Such a scene, by the capital's standards, would be just average. In the capital, those young heirs throw weddings and banquets that cost no less than several hundred million. Once, there was a Mr. Wang who spent a billion just on a meal.

"Ah!"

"So when we get to the capital, won't we have to spend a lot of money?" Hong Qingyan asked with eyes full of inquiry, quite seriously.

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In that moment, Ye Feng was truly disconcerted. Apart from teaching him that, had Old Master Hong taught her something else? It was as if Hong Qingyan's avarice had suddenly surfaced.

Regretting he had destroyed that black card.

Ye Feng was at a loss for words, wondering if he should have Zhang Wenyu (there was a mistake before, the one accompanying Ye Feng wasn't Zhang Wenyuan) get a new card for him and put some money on it, just to let this girl know that their money was endless.

"Don't worry about money. In your husband's eyes, money is just a number."

Tsk! Tsk Tsk!

A chorus of disdainful sounds came from around, as Hong Qingyan's voice had been a bit loud, drawing attention whether she liked it or not.

"Husband, I believe in you." Hong Qingyan must have realized what her previous remark did to Ye Feng. Her face was a bit sheepish as she quickly bolstered him.

It wasn't that she was reluctant to spend money, but about being thrifty.

Grandfather said that after a woman takes charge of a household, she must understand the value of thrift. Hong Qingyan believed this to be true. Thriftiness was a traditional virtue. Her grandmother had been thrifty, and she had followed in her footsteps.

"You believe in him, and I want to believe as well."

"My friend, your girl is so beautiful, may I ask your surname and where in the capital you reside?"

In Xuanyuan Nation, the richest and most influential people resided in the capital.

Now, a young man had come over to inquire. These gatherings were all about face, and insulting others was just another way to lift oneself up.

"Good taste!"

Ye Feng responded as if the question had been about Hong Qingyan. As for the rest, he simply ignored it. There are many boring people in the world; no need to entertain them.

"Look, he doesn't dare to say it."

"If you ask me, beautiful, your necklace isn't bad. But it couldn't have been him who bought it, right?"

Seeing Ye Feng failing to speak up, the man's lips curled slightly as he turned his attention to Hong Qingyan.

A rare gem!

Gazing at Hong Qingyan whose complexion still bore a slight flush, Tong Liuyuan's heart stirred. These days, everyone was tired of singers and actresses. It felt more exciting with someone else's lady, and taking something from someone else also proved a man's strength.

Uh! Uh!

Hong Qingyan opened her mouth slightly, looking a tad surprised as she said with a smile, "You're actually right, this was not bought. He just casually gave it to me."

The "Love at First Sight" sapphire necklace she wore was exactly the one Ye Feng had picked up at Daoyi Jewelry. It wasn't just free, the store probably wanted to pay him to take it.

"Heh heh!"

Seeing Hong Qingyan deftly support Ye Feng, Tong Liuyuan could only chuckle to hide his inner embarrassment.

"There's very little I dare not do in this world, and even fewer words I dare not speak."

"You want to know my name? I'll tell you right now, I am Ye Feng, and in the capital, I don't need any inheritance, because the entire capital is mine. I don't care about this place here, whether you've heard of it or not, in short, I have a word for you all."

"Good dogs don't stand in the way!"

What is dominance?

Ye Feng's actions showed just that—dominance. As he walked with Hong Qingyan, he instantly became the center of attention, with no one daring to block their path, none able to resist his presence.

The Northern Border, the Northern Border is vast, encompassing lands even beyond the northern part of Xuanyuan Nation.

And the North is just a part of the Northern Border. Whether it's Northern Su, the capital, or the Northeast, all these are considered the North and hence part of the Northern Border territory. When Ye Feng said the capital was his as the Northern Border King, truly no one could contradict him.

A bunch of second-generation kids who haven't seen the world, Ye Feng couldn't be bothered to haggle with them. Aren't they just here to challenge me?

I might as well lay it all out!

Those who felt like jumping out and stirring up trouble had better weigh their own family's status first.

Smack! Smack smacksmack! Tsk Tsk!

A round of applause followed by footfalls gradually entered the scene.

"General Ye sure has a commanding presence," another voice rang out.

A young man in a blue designer suit, sporting stylish bangs, approached; he had a sharp face and narrow eyes that somewhat resembled Liang Chenghuan, whom they had encountered before in Jiangdu.

Needless to say!

This man was the host of the banquet and the notorious hothead of Northern Su, Liang Chengyu.

"Are you here to block my way?"

Ye Feng asked, turning his head to the side.

"I wouldn't dare!"

"To think General Ye would grace us with his presence; I have specifically prepared a table of excellent dishes in your honor. Would you care to join?"

Liang Chengyu slightly leaned to one side as he made a gentlemanly gesture.

"And just who are you?"

Without warning, Ye Feng dropped a remark and swept away with Hong Qingyan under his arm..

Things just got interesting!

The young gentlemen present began to smirk; the whole reason Liang Chengyu invited all the noble sons and daughters from across Northern Su was to make a spectacle out of Ye Feng. But now the joke seemed to be on him instead.

Only the weak succumb to impotent fury!

Watching Ye Feng's retreating back, Liang Chengyu let out a cold laugh. He didn't continue to disturb Ye Feng's meal but rather started connecting with the other guests to note who had laughed and who had not.

Hunting dogs have an excellent sense of smell, but he was no hunting dog; his eyesight was sharp.

Eating, drinking, singing, dancing—all were external themes of the banquet, while the internal themes, of course, included socializing and seizing every chance to one-up each other; there were circles within circles, both large and small.

No one cared about Ye Feng's table situation, nor did anyone dare to disturb it; after all, they were just guests, not the hosts. It was laughable that among the hundreds in the hotel, not a single person took the initiative to greet Ye Feng or engage with him.

In an era of prosperity, flowers bloom with laughter and talk.

Pity those who stand against the tide, with no one to care or love them. And when, having achieved fame and fortune, they finally fall from grace, people tend to remember them not to offer a hand but to add insult to injury, to elevate their own prestige.

"Husband, eat more kidney to replenish yourself."

A large feast, yet only two people sat there.

Having sensed the chill in the air, Hong Qingyan stood to pick some dishes—she did exactly as suggested, piling Ye Feng's plate with lamb kidneys.

"Did Old Master Hong teach you this?"

Ye Feng had a puzzled expression. Did he really need this kind of replenishment? It seemed his wife truly considered him a Martial King with a vegetarian's constitution.

Fine!

I'll replenish. How could I not eat when the dish is right in front of me? Ye Feng wolfed down the food with a fierce glare but thought about how he would teach Hong Qingyan a lesson when they got home.

"No, I read it in a medical book."

Every statement from Hong Qingyan was nothing but earnest truth.

"Studying medicine isn't all about reading; it requires practice."

"When we get to the capital, you don't need to go to any hospital to study. Western medicine focuses more on surgical procedures, and with the current level of technology, instruments can do a better job than humans. I'll get an old fellow to teach you. Of course, I will teach you myself when I have the time," Ye Feng added, pausing to frown.

It's said that Western medicine treats only the symptoms, not the cause. Traditional medicine targets the interior, and indeed its effects are mild. But much of traditional medicine is intertwined with inner strength.

That's problematic!

Honestly, Ye Feng didn't want Hong Qingyan to practice martial arts, but without inner strength, she could never reach the pinnacle of medical expertise.

"Okay!"

Hong Qingyan nodded. In truth, she hadn't neglected even a bit of her medical studies.

As they were eating and discussing, a group of people walked in and, without a word, one of them came up to Ye Feng's table, intending to overturn it.

However, it wouldn't budge!

Bang!

His palm slammed onto the table, instantly causing dishes to scatter. Glaring at Ye Feng, he said,

"Eat, eat, eat—you killed my brother, and you think you can eat so peacefully?"

"Big Brother Xu, please grieve with restraint. Even before the executioner's block, there's a bowl of wine—no one should die hungry like a ghost," two voices said, one after the other.

Ye Feng looked up, only to be slightly taken aback.

Martial Alliance uniform!

One, two, three… nine—nine auspicious clouds. This guy who smashed his table wasn't just from the Martial Alliance; he was a genuine Great Grandmaster.

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"I advise you, it's unwise to be so unruly,"

"In this world, no one has dared to demolish my dining table. You're the first and will be the last," Ye Feng said, looking at Hong Qingyan to ensure she wasn't frightened. His expression softened just a bit.

"The last?"

"Ye Feng, who do you think you are? I'll have you know, this is Northern Su. My name is Xu Wu. Go on, try to touch me if you dare," he taunted.

In Northern Su, if Liang Chengyu is a hot-headed young man, while Xu Wu is the leading hothead. Xu of the Xu Family!

The number one lunatic of Northern Su, the foremost youth, and the top figure in the Martial Alliance of Northern Su—Xu Wu had earned many titles, gained through his own sheer effort.