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Chapter 345 - 369: I Really Hate It When People Point at My Face

Chapter 345: Chapter 369: I Really Hate It When People Point at My Face

Xia Zihe and his entourage sat down at the table. With so many people, it was impossible for things to quiet down, so the usually serene second floor remained somewhat noisy.

The dishes were served, and a young man noticed that Xia Zihe’s expression was off. He cast a glance at the opposite table and whispered, "This Jian Qing, who used to always follow behind Zihe, has grown up now and doesn’t even give a glance. She thinks too highly of herself."

These words immediately garnered agreement from the others.

"Indeed, does Jian Qing still think the Jian Family is what it used to be? With the old man stepping down from that position, the Jian Family is destined to decline. Yet this girl still acts so high and mighty, it’s really irritating."

"She’s just a little girl, Zihe should be able to get rid of her easily."

"With Zihe’s ability, of course, it will be a piece of cake."

The young men muttered among themselves, their voices low.

Xia Zihe, who had been looking slightly somber, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the girl opposite him, seemingly unintentionally, and said, "Who will help me draw out Zhao Xueying?"

Many of the young heirs were suddenly intrigued, their faces showing excitement. Two young men whispered, "We’ll do it."

Xia Zihe said with a deep voice, "Thank you!"

Then, Xia Zihe looked over there again, his eyelids drooping, the corners of his mouth curling up into an almost imperceptible cold smirk.

"A little girl dares to show her attitude in front of me, Xia Zihe, hmph!"

...

In the evening, neon lights sparkled.

At a certain intersection of the second ring, several sports cars were arrogantly parked, each worth millions, extravagantly expensive. Private car owners passing by couldn’t help but slow down to take a longer look.

Thus, when pedestrians saw these sports cars, they all slowed down, but they didn’t dare to pass directly through, choosing instead to take a detour. It was clear to anyone that the people around those sports cars were not to be trifled with.

Of course, it’s not just that they’re not to be trifled with—they clearly look like sons of wealth and privilege.

Tianjing’s scions of wealth, well, they can’t be compared with rich family kids from other places. Who would dare to show off so brazenly by the roadside without some background, right?

These people were all dressed in the latest fashion trends. Well, to be frank, apart from their hair, everything else about their clothes was very "杀马特." Whether it was sleeveless leather jackets, studded leather gloves, or the silver chains hanging from thigh-length trousers, they clearly looked like a gang of unruly youths.

Someone lifted their wrist, glanced at the Rolex watch, and said annoyedly, "Damn it, this Fang Yuying, is she planning on standing us up? Even if she’s from the Fang Family, she can’t be this late. Isn’t this just bullying?!"

"Bully you all she wants, and what can you do about it? That’s Fang Yuying, the rouge tiger."

The one who had been complaining showed a helpless expression, wanting to retort but unable to because he too knew that in this circle in Tianjing, not many dared to provoke the rouge tiger. Although he was somebody, he wasn’t a big shot.

Just then, two beams of white light shot towards them, and under the gaze of several people, an extremely flashy red sports car approached and stopped just before hitting one of the sports cars.

Then the car door opened, and a woman jumped out.

"Who’s been talking about me, huh? Stand up, I’ll take you on one by one," Fang Yuying declared with her fists clenched, her lips curling into a domineering and chilling smile.

The young men who had been complaining earlier all fell silent, each taking a step back.

"Tsch!"

Seeing this, Fang Yuying let out a satisfied and proud sound.

Right now, she was feeling great.

Yes, absolutely fantastic!

After that, Fang Yuying nonchalantly seated herself on the hood of her red sports car, took out a pack of women’s cigarettes, pulled one out, lit it, and after taking a couple of puffs, she said arrogantly, "Where’s Xia Zijun? Tell him to come out to me!"

These "alternative" youths looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Inviting me out to race, and wanting me to be his woman? Then step up and stop fucking hiding!" Fang Yuying had never known what foul language was, but her assertive words rendered these alternative youths speechless.

It wasn’t just because of her powerful family background but also because her martial skills were even more terrifying!

Just then, a laugh rang out, followed by a man emerging from a car.

Stretching lazily, the man chuckled, "Yuying, here I am. Why the big temper?"

Fang Yuying frowned slightly when the man called her "Yuying," but she dismissed it, tossed her cigarette butt, opened the car door, and said, "Xia Zijun, same as always. Jingxiang Building is the finish line."

Xia Zijun nodded, saying, "Okay."

After speaking, Fang Yuying got into her red sports car, backed onto the road, while Xia Zijun and the other alternative youths also got into their cars and took to the street.

This was the Second Ring Road, and it was night, the most crowded time for traffic. But by their looks, they were ready to race.

At the intersection, someone whistled, and then several sports cars roared off, tearing through the night and darting into the flow of traffic.

...

Two young men walked over from Xia Zihe’s table. One of them smiled and said, "Auntie Zhao, we have something to discuss with you if you’re free."

Zhao Xueying furrowed her brows, about to say she wasn’t free when Fang Yi, who had been silent, smiled and said, "She’s free."

Zhao Xueying looked at Fang Yi in surprise, not understanding why he had responded that way.

"When cutting weeds, remove the roots, or they’ll cause trouble," Fang Yi said with a smile.

Zhao Xueying, being extremely smart, immediately understood Fang Yi’s intent, but she was still somewhat worried. Although Xia Zihe and his group were nothing in her eyes, Fang Yi was an "outsider," and it was uncertain if he could handle a group of hedonists like Xia Zihe.

However, Zhao Xueying was a decisive person. Seeing the smile on Fang Yi’s face and thinking of his identity, she figured there should be no problem, so she nodded and stood up to leave with the two young men.

Once Zhao Xueying had left, Fang Yi took out a cigarette and lit it, saying, "Jian Qing, tell me, does that Xia Zihe bother you a lot?"

Jian Qing pursed her lips and replied, "Actually, it’s all old news now. I used to have a bit of a crush on Xia Zihe when I was a kid, but as I grew up, I found him to be a playboy, so I wanted to stay away from him. That’s why I went to study in Moon City. I never expected to run into him as soon as I got back..."

Fang Yi nodded in agreement, "I also despise playboys."

However, his words immediately drew the discontent of a certain young girl nearby: "Hmph, isn’t someone here also a playboy? Already having an older sister in his pot, yet he still flirts around."

Fang Yi: "..."

Watching Shen Xiaoxiao’s petulant behavior, Fang Yi really wanted to ask her when Shen Binan became his to claim?

After Zhao Xueying departed, Xia Zihe and his group also stood up and walked towards them. Fang Yi asked Shen Xiaoxiao to sit next to Jian Qing, so their seating changed to Jian Qing by the window and Shen Xiaoxiao on the outside.

Afterward, Fang Yi moved a bit to the outside as well, the cigarette still hanging from his mouth.

Xia Zihe had already approached; he didn’t even glance at Fang Yi, his eyes fixed on Jian Qing.

But someone was displeased with Fang Yi’s smoking, as a young man extended his index finger, pointing at Fang Yi’s face and coldly said, "Kid, I don’t know who you are, but you better get lost, or I’ll throw you off the second floor."

Fang Yi glanced at the finger before his face, exhaled a puff of smoke and said indifferently, "I really hate it when people point at my face."

No sooner had his words fallen than Fang Yi suddenly seized the young man’s finger and lightly twisted it.

Crack!

The young man’s finger snapped like a dry twig when Fang Yi twisted it with ease.