"Of course I know this is your choice!"
He finished speaking and grinned, exuding a mysterious charm.
"What I need to do now is let you see how foolish your choice was!"
"Foolish?" Upon hearing Ye Qingfeng’s words, Zhong Peiling couldn’t help but sneer.
"It’s only natural for won to choose powerful n. If a man is incompetent, why should anyone follow him? In what way is Wu Sicong not better than Jiang Chen? If I were her, I’d make the sa choice!"
She spoke brazenly, without a hint of sha; this was simply her value system.
Jiang Chen clenched his fists, and although he was filled with anger and unwillingness, he had to admit that he was indeed no match for Wu Sicong.
Zhang Yuting, hearing soone support her and considering the powerful influence and extensive connections of the Black Tiger Association, felt even more that her choice was wise.
Ye Qingfeng didn’t waste words with Zhong Peiling; a woman so ignorant held no interest for him to exchange even a sentence.
"Wow!"
Suddenly, a commotion ca from the bar’s entrance, making Zhong Peiling and others’ hearts leap with joy, as they vaguely heard the words "Crown Prince."
The doors opened, and people stread in, standing in two lines, all very respectful. A man wearing a mink coat and gold wire glasses entered gracefully; he was elegant and handso, yet carried an indescribable aura of authority.
As soon as he arrived, everyone lowered their heads, seemingly unwilling to compete with his brilliance.
Upon seeing the newcor, Zhong Peiling’s eyes lit up, and Zhang Yuting beside her felt her heart race.
To her, Wu Sicong was already imposing, but compared to this suddenly appearing young man, he was undoubtedly a few levels inferior.
"Is this the Yanjing Crown Prince?"
The newcor was Wei Wuming.
Since being utterly defeated by Ye Qingfeng at Bai Fu Villa last ti, he had been dispirited for a while, only gradually regaining his forr domineering flair.
"Crown Prince, you’re here!"
Zhong Peiling smiled charmingly, exuding beauty, hoping Wei Wuming would notice her more.
Wei Wuming gave her a faint smile, imdiately making her beam with joy.
Seeing Wu Sicong looking embarrassed along with a tall, strong man, Wei Wuming frowned slightly.
"What’s going on?"
Zhong Peiling felt it was her mont to shine. She pointed at Song Shuyao and mocked, "Shuyao’s friend beat up Wu Sicong and his companion and is still acting arrogantly!"
Previously, Wu Sicong dared not speak due to Ye Qingfeng’s readiness to act, fearing another harsh blow from Ye Qingfeng. But now seeing Wei Wuming in person, he suddenly gained courage.
"Crown Prince, don’t let them off!"
His eyes were full of resentnt, wishing he could flay Ye Qingfeng alive.
Wei Wuming looked at Song Shuyao, his gaze darkening.
"Shuyao, you are a talent. I’ve invited you to join many tis and you’ve refused, yet today your friend caused such trouble, it’s too much!"
His voice was cold, making Song Shuyao feel a chill in her heart; she could sense Wei Wuming’s anger.
The consequences of angering the Yanjing Crown Prince were unimaginable.
"Crown Prince, I apologize to you. My friend was impulsive, but I hope you won’t make things difficult for them. After today, I am willing to join. Please be lenient!"
Song Shuyao spoke earnestly, pleading.
"Are you negotiating with ?" Wei Wuming lightly shook his head. "These two matters are separate. Your friend attacked my people, there must be an explanation!"
Song Shuyao went pale, as Wei Wuming’s stance instantly blocked all her words.
"An explanation? What explanation do you want?"
At this mont, a light, mocking voice ca from behind Song Shuyao.
"It’s not just about touching your people, Wei Wuming, even if I beat you, what can you do?"
The mont these words were spoken, everyone’s faces were filled with shock. Who would dare provoke soone of Wei Wuming’s stature?
Zhong Peiling and others couldn’t believe it; with Wei Wuming already present, Ye Qingfeng dared to be so arrogant, ignoring Wei Wuming entirely.
After a mont of being stunned, Zhong Peiling’s joy increased; Ye Qingfeng was so reckless now, behaving so arrogantly, surely Wei Wuming would not spare him.
Song Shuyao’s heart sank, the chance of redemption was already slim, but Ye Qingfeng’s words completely closed off all retreat.
Provoking Wei Wuming in Yanjing ant seeking death.
Jiang Chen sighed greatly, preparing to exit alongside Ye Qingfeng.
As everyone expected Wei Wuming to fly into a rage, he instead stood frozen in a face filled with shock.
He turned slightly, finally seeing Ye Qingfeng sitting behind Song Shuyao, his pupils imdiately contracting.
"Ye... Ye Jiujie?"
At that glance, he almost fainted from fright.
If there was anyone he didn’t want to encounter in this world, Ye Qingfeng was undoubtedly the first.
He prided himself as the number one among Huaxia’s young generation, unparalleled in talent and charisma.
But since the banquet at Bai Fu Villa, his pride, talent, capability, and reputation had all been rendered worthless.
Facing Ye Jiujie, who dominated Huaxia and suppressed all lands, he could only lower his pretentious head. Even his own mother had to swallow her pride, daring not to utter a word, and his uncle Yan Wudao, the General Yan in Yanjing, also had to bow down, respectful and awed.
He never expected Ye Qingfeng to be here now.
"Ignorant brat, dare to speak disrespectfully to the Crown Prince, just wait and see..."
Zhong Peiling was about to step forward with a few sarcastic remarks when she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her cheek.
She turned around in shock, not understanding why Wei Wuming struck her.
"Shut up and get lost on the side!"
Wei Wuming, usually gentle and refined, now looked furious and hideous, startling Zhong Peiling, who covered her face and stepped aside with imnse grievance, thinking she must have said sothing wrong!
The next mont, everyone’s expressions froze on their faces.
They watched as Wei Wuming quickly approached, clasped his hands in a bow, and bent down into a ninety-degree bow towards Ye Qingfeng, as if he were a revered elder.
"War God, my subordinates were ignorant, Wei Wuming apologizes to you!"
Instantly, the entire place fell silent, like a grave.
Their eyes swept back and forth between Ye Qingfeng and Wei Wuming, laden with incredulity.
Jiang Chen felt he stumbled upon the most incomprehensible event, staring blankly at Ye Qingfeng, his brain ceasing to function.
Song Shuyao’s eyes widened, her red lips parting, her heart filled with shock.
The Yanjing Crown Prince, a preeminent figure among Huaxia’s young generation, actually bowed and acted in such a humble manner toward Ye Qingfeng. How could this be possible?
This was Wei Wuming, after all!
Zhong Peiling’s eyes widened as well, almost fainting in fright. The sa Ye Qingfeng, who feigned calmness, could actually cause even Wei Wuming to show such fear?
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