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Chapter 451 - 481: I Am Your Uncle

Chapter 451: Chapter 481: I Am Your Uncle

Song Hongye?!

Fang Yi had long heard this name, but he never expected to actually see her today, so he couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Song Hongye.

However, no matter how many more times he looked, it was useless. But Fang Yi did make a small discovery: Song Hongye’s hands were clasped behind her back, and since Fang Yi was sitting closest to her, he noticed the sandalwood fan held in her hands behind her waist.

The Sandalwood Fan, also known as a Scholar’s Fan, is most suitable for women. Made of sandalwood, it naturally carries a fragrant scent, wafting a subtle aroma with each wave that also repels insects and prevents decay. Its uses are endless.

Nowadays, only the upper nobles could afford such a fan, which is priceless. The fact that the Sandalwood Fan was in Song Hongye’s hands was enough to prove how extraordinary she was.

And in this modern, high-tech society of information, have you ever seen a woman carrying a folding fan?

I didn’t think so!

But Song Hongye had one, and it was as precious as could be, proving this woman’s taste was anything but ordinary.

To prevent Song Hongye from noticing, Fang Yi only took a brief look and then averted his gaze. As astute as Fang Yi was, he was unaware that Song Hongye occasionally sneakily glanced at him, even more discreetly than him.

"This must be the Rouge Tiger’s brother, huh? I’m dying to find out what’s so special about you," Song Hongye silently pondered.

She had witnessed herself in the bar that this man, when fighting someone stronger than him, turned the tables when everyone thought he was about to collapse. The unyielding arrogance he exhibited back then cut deep into Song Hongye’s memory like a knife.

When was the last time she had seen such a man? In Tianjing, only a few could match, but none were as interesting as him.

Song Hongye had a peculiar trait: if she liked something, she would pursue it relentlessly, not caring how much effort or energy it took to understand it. If she disliked something, not even a knife to her neck could wrinkle her brow.

And because of this, some idle people in Tianjing secretly gave her a nickname: Red Peacock.

Why was that? Think of the peacock. When you wish it to unfurl its feathers, it won’t; but when you least expect it, it will, and no one can guess its thoughts. Song Hongye was just such a woman.

"Is anyone else not present yet, or does anyone have questions for me?" Song Hongye spoke with an inherent chill, not too pronounced, a stark contrast to Shen Binan.

Fang Yi, from the side, had already noticed this difference.

With no questions arising, Song Hongye began her instruction.

And truly, Song Hongye had her methods. As the saying goes, experts watch the technique while others watch the excitement. Song Hongye’s teaching started off simple, but as it progressed, the difficulty increased, and some women slowly began to fall behind.

It wasn’t their fault but rather a testament to Song Hongye’s exceptional flexibility, likely honed from a young age. Even Fang Yi, who had been training in martial arts from childhood, could see that.

Consequently, Fang Yi couldn’t help but look towards Shen Binan. Honestly, he wanted to see Shen Binan make a fool of herself; after all, she always took jabs at him when she could. But this glance made Fang Yi inwardly gasp in surprise.

At that moment, Song Hongye’s move involved lying on the ground, flipping her legs upward, and then using her hands to grasp her feet—nearly defying the normal range of human movement. Not to mention a man being capable of such a feat, even women with excellent flexibility couldn’t do this without proper training.

But Shen Binan managed it without seeming strained. Fang Yi couldn’t help but regard this woman more highly, though he quickly came to a realization—Shen Binan strove for perfection in every aspect, and naturally, this was no different.

She was an uncompromisingly perfect ice queen.

Finding himself too dignified and bored with sitting formally, Fang Yi shifted into a more relaxed position, crossing his legs and folding his arms across his chest. He felt like smoking, but remembering that he was in a yoga studio, he figured it wasn’t appropriate, so he stood up and slipped out the back.

Outside, Fang Yi leaned against the wall, lit up a cigarette, and started smoking leisurely.

At that moment, a man around twenty-five or twenty-six approached. Fang Yi couldn’t help but take a few extra looks—not because he was interested in men, but because of the woman following the man.

Lately, Fang Yi had been browsing the internet on his phone, keeping tabs on some entertainment industry gossip, mainly related to Xu He. Naturally, he would come across images of female celebrities and models. The woman behind the man was such a model—tall, standing a head taller than the man and dressed provocatively, with long legs and shapely curves. Fang Yi was no ascetic; his eyes inevitably lingered.

But those extra looks proved significant as the man noticed and immediately walked over, looking up at Fang Yi.

Yes, looking up!

The man was handsome, evidently a wealthy second-generation, but unfortunately for him, a bit on the short side. He was at least a half-head shorter than Fang Yi. Striving for a fierce demeanor only made the man seem comically inept.

At this moment, Fang Yi removed the cigarette from his lips and exhaled a plume of smoke, which happened to blow into the man’s face. It wasn’t intentional, just a coincidence.

However, the man didn’t see it that way. In an instant, his face soured, his eyes widened, glaring at Fang Yi.

"Do you know what you’re doing?" the man coldly inquired, unable to conceal his anger and disdain.

Fang Yi was irritated too, chuckled, and said, "Well, I’m certainly not messing with you."

The man stepped back, took a deep breath, and, fixing his gaze on Fang Yi, said, "There are two kinds of people I despise in this world: those who stand above me, and those... who stand below me. You’re the second kind."

"Oh."

"You’re dead meat."

"Wow."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Who?"

"You don’t deserve to know my name!"

"Oh."

"..."

Fang Yi was nonchalant, occasionally uttering ’oh’ or ’wow’, leaving Lin Chen feeling like he was pounding water – unable to vent his strength.

Just then, Fang Yi suddenly retorted, "Do you even know who I am?"

Caught off guard, Lin Chen instinctively asked, "Who are you?"

Fang Yi smiled broadly, like Maitreya Buddha himself, and delivered his response:

"I’m your granddaddy."