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Chapter 422 - 283: Here to Settle a Grudge, Right?

Chapter 422: Chapter 283: Here to Settle a Grudge, Right?

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! Weiwei has been in Su City and received so much care from all of you."

Yan Feng smiled kindly, his demeanor gentle.

From his appearance, this elderly man we sometimes hear from Weiwei’s mouth was indeed not young.

Compared to Weiwei’s age, it was clear that he was a classic case of "fathering a child late in life."

No wonder he had pinned all his hopes for the family business on Weiwei.

Yan Feng’s gaze swept over everyone, and it seemed to pause slightly on Meng Lang...

"Not at all, it is Weiwei who takes care of us," Lin Haitang said politely with a smile.

"You are... Haitang, right? I remember you visited our house back when Weiwei was in high school; that was in Beijing.

It’s been six or seven years, hasn’t it? In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown into a beautiful young lady and have become even more lovely."

"It’s me, Uncle Yan, I can’t believe you still remember me."

"Of course, Weiwei doesn’t have many friends, and there are even fewer she always talks about. I didn’t expect to meet again in Su City; it must be fate. This must be Xiao Yu, right? What a cutie."

After reminiscing with a beaming smile, Yan Feng naturally shifted his gaze to Meng Lang.

"And who is this?"

"Oh! My name is Meng Lang, ’Meng’ as in Cao Mengde, ’Lang’ as in ride the winds and waves. Just a simple guy with a bag, Master Yan, I’ve long admired you!" Meng Lang said, his face harmlessly smiling.

Yan Feng scrutinized Meng Lang from head to toe. Apart from Fan Shigang, Meng Lang was the only male companion Weiwei had brought back this time.

Given that Weiwei had never brought a boyfriend home to meet her parents before, his sudden appearance without any prior notice naturally made him think twice.

But upon examining, Meng Lang looked very ordinary—average appearance, plain clothes, and his stature was clearly not that of someone who had trained in martial arts.

He doesn’t fit her usual type, does he?

Could he really just be a simple guy with a bag?

This girl... isn’t she plotting something tricky again?

"Alright, are you planning to chat here all day? We’ve been driving for so long, we’re all tired."

Seeing Yan Feng scrutinizing Meng Lang, Weiwei couldn’t help but step forward to block his line of sight.

This was her secret weapon, and she couldn’t let the old man know about it in advance.

The previous agreement had been made under the assumption that she couldn’t make it to the top. If he were to break the deal, wouldn’t all her efforts be wasted?

"Hehe, true, I’ve already booked a banquet at the hotel to welcome everyone. Please, everyone, to the car, Xiao Fan."

"Master!" Fan Shigang hurriedly stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Yan Feng.

"Hmm! You’ve worked hard on this trip. Your master arrived at the hotel just this afternoon too. Let’s go; you can ride with me."

Weiwei’s eyes flashed with caution, throwing a warning look at Fan Shigang before joining everyone in one of the luxurious 7-seater MPVs.

Fan Shigang inwardly groaned.

"Xiao Fan, I really had no hopes for this trip, but how did you convince Weiwei to come? Tell me all about it..."

Indeed, as soon as the car started, Yan Feng inside began to inquire about the specifics of their trip to Su City, particularly details about Meng Lang.

Fan Shigang dared not offend Yan Feng, but he couldn’t afford to offend Weiwei or Meng Lang either.

After all, he had sworn an oath...

He could only choose to share "information that could be disclosed for now," keeping tight-lipped about what had happened at the boxing gym.

"You mean, Meng Lang is just a tenant of Weiwei’s, but also a suitor, and the two of them are quite close? Hmm... How close?" Yan Feng slightly narrowed his eyes.

"That..."

Fan Shigang hesitated for a moment, but seeing Yan Feng’s intense gaze across from him...

"Well... I’m not sure about the specifics, but definitely, Meng Lang’s fingerprint is registered on the Yan family’s biometric lock..."

"Hmm?" Yan Feng’s old eyes widened.

What?!

Doesn’t that mean he comes and goes as if it were his own home?

Yan Feng’s expression immediately darkened...

...

After about half an hour, everyone arrived at Tanglong International Hotel in South Anxi.

There, they met Kong Wu, Fan Shigang’s master, a tanned, rugged man in his fifties with short beard and impressive muscles that rivaled even Fan Shigang’s.

Despite his age, his muscular build was stunning.

Next to Kong Wu stood a gentle and fair young woman.

Based on Fan Shigang’s deferential behavior and how he addressed her, she must be the "Sister Kong" he had mentioned.

In a large, classically decorated private room, a spread of exquisitely crafted, dragon and phoenix carved dishes were quickly served before everyone.

The lavish accommodation and these dishes were clear indicators of the Yan family’s wealth and influence in the region.

"Haha! Weiwei, I’m so glad you finally came, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief," Kong Wu, a man in his prime, but still full of vigor, laughed heartily.

"Yes, Sister Weiwei, my dad’s practically on the brink of retirement. He even started practicing with the hammer again. If you didn’t come, he might have had to step up, hehe!" the young Sister Kong giggled, covering her mouth.

"If Brother Kong were to compete, I’d think he’d be no less skilled than me."

"How could that be the same? The climbing meeting has always been a contest where younger disciples from various schools showcase their strength. For an old man like me to step up, win or lose, it would be embarrassing!"