Above the Galaxy
Chapter 427 - 273: He Does Not Deserve!_2

Chapter 427: Chapter 273: He Does Not Deserve!_2

"You say your product doesn’t meet the standard, then you can forget about getting it circulated on the market."

"So you blew the whistle on this matter in public," Si Yu looked up at Tang Fei and asked, "because you were worried he might pull some tricks behind your back?"

Tang Fei looked at Si Yu with a surprised face; she was usually quiet and preferred not to communicate much with others.

Yet her mind was as clear as a mirror, able to see through the essence of many issues swiftly.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons she could become a top Mechanic.

"Yes," Tang Fei nodded and said, "I feel he harbors hostility towards me, so I decided to air our disagreements beforehand. That way, if he tries to harm me later, those people will think whether he’s targeting me because of the issue itself or just because he dislikes me...."

"If it’s about some issue, there likely will be quite a few within the Lu Family speaking up for him. If it’s because of personal feelings, I don’t think the Lu Family will side with him unless his personal feelings are tied to the family’s interests..."

Si Yu looked at Tang Fei and said, "You don’t need to worry about those things. Whether it’s business or personal, he can’t touch you."

"Hehehe..." Tang Fei gave Little Fatty’s trademark naive smile and plaintively said, "That’s good. I know he’s deeply trusted and valued by the Lu Family. If he really were to speak ill of me... I would just have to distance myself from your family. I can’t put you and the old man in a difficult position."

Si Yu picked up a piece of cake with her fork and put it in her mouth; after so many years, she finally tasted the sweetness of a birthday cake.

"He’s not worthy!" Si Yu said commandingly and directly.

Just then, the butler pushed the cake cart over.

"Come, come, time to cut the cake."

"Let’s all sing a birthday song for Sister Si Yu..."

"I think I’ll pass; I sing terribly..."

"How bad can a birthday song be? Just hum along...never mind, you better not sing..."

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After cutting the cake and singing the birthday song with Si Yu, she was still the one who drove him back.

This made Tang Fei feel a bit guilty; it was her birthday, and she was running around like a bodyguard.

He really should hurry up and get his driving license, then ask the Second Prince to pick up the Flying Car.

Always owing someone a car must make them quite anxious, doesn’t it?

Help others and you help yourself.

Little Fatty had already arrived home and eagerly greeted Tang Fei with joy.

Just as Tang Fei was about to show off his Dragon Horn Sword, Little Fatty, with an excited face, took the cake box he was holding and excitedly shouted, "Bro, did you bring this cake for me?"

"...Yes." Tang Fei nodded helplessly.

He knew Little Fatty liked sweets, so he had Si Yu pack a piece of cake for him before leaving.

Sure enough, the boy was completely drawn to the cake, not even noticing the antique-looking sword in his hand.

"Thanks, bro." Little Fatty opened the box and immediately started devouring the cake. "This cake is delicious...Bro, whose birthday is it today?"

"Si Yu," Tang Fei responded.

"Oh," Little Fatty nodded. "I was wondering why you weren’t at home. So you went to celebrate someone’s birthday."

"Hurry up and eat, then I’ll show you something cool," Tang Fei urged.

Owning a Divine Artifact and not showing it off is like walking in brocade at night. It was suffocating him.

Little Fatty had been envious of that Skull Hammer for a long time, even considering whether to borrow it for a while.

Little Fatty’s eyes instantly brightened, and he asked, "Bro, is there more tasty stuff?"

"Sword," Tang Fei placed the long sword on the table and said, "You didn’t notice such a big sword? It’s a treasure sword."

"Oh," Little Fatty glanced at the sword and said, "Bro, what’s so special about a sword? We have many in the Training Room..."

"This one is different," Tang Fei drew out the sword and said, "It was forged from the Dragon Horn I brought back from the Burial Land... Look at this color, look at this blade..."

"Oh," Little Fatty finally showed a bit of interest and stared at the long sword for a while before asking, "Did Si Yu help you make it?"

"Sort of..." Tang Fei hesitated slightly and replied, "Of course, some elders from the Lu Family also provided some input..."

He couldn’t reveal the old man’s name, nor let anyone know the sword was made by the old man.

So, Si Yu was a very good Swordsmith to mention.

With the old man’s temperament, he probably wouldn’t mind giving the title of Swordsmith to his own daughter.

The only worry was that he and Si Yu hadn’t communicated about this at all; he really hoped he wouldn’t misspeak.

"Wow, Si Yu is so amazing," Little Fatty exclaimed in admiration. "So young and able to forge such an incredible sword..."

Just then, Little Fatty’s action of eating cake suddenly paused.

He listened intently for a moment, then put down the cake and ran towards his room.

Very quickly, he came running back, holding his Skull Hammer.

The closer the Skull Hammer got to the Dragon Horn Sword, the more it trembled violently.

It was as if a familiar force was pulling them together, tempting them to come closer.

"What’s going on?" Tang Fei watched the buzzing Skull Hammer and asked.