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Chapter 423 - 283: Here to Settle a Grudge_2

Chapter 423: Chapter 283: Here to Settle a Grudge_2

"Then again, fists fear the young and vigorous; at my age, my body isn’t what it used to be and my strength has seriously declined. I can’t compare with you young folks anymore!" Kong Wu waved his hand.

"With Weiwei able to come back this time, even if we’re not in the top ten, at least our ranking won’t be too far behind. We might even hold up the scene."

This comment made it clear that the Twelve Road Spring Leg had faced some gaps in succession over recent years.

Otherwise, apart from Yan Weiwei, they couldn’t find any other capable young generation.

Upon hearing this, Yan Feng furrowed his brows, seemingly reluctant to admit in public that his family’s legacy was lacking.

"Everyone just do your best. Weiwei, you don’t need to feel too much pressure—victory and defeat are common in military affairs. Remember to act according to your capabilities."

"Easy for you to say, knowing that victory and defeat are common affairs. Why don’t you let Fan Shigang fight then! It’s just because you can’t afford to lose face."

Yan Weiwei was not at all polite as she curled her lip and stuffed a piece of Dongpo pork into her mouth.

Yan Feng and Fan Shigang both seemed to be embarrassed.

"Haha! Sister Weiwei, please don’t tease Brother Fan. By the way, are these friends of Sister Weiwei?"

Sister Kong immediately stepped in to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

She also curiously sized up Meng Lang and Lin Haitang.

This group comprising two adults and a child was indeed a bit strange.

"Hmm! Friends from Su City, they came to cheer." Yan Weiwei obviously did not want to delve into details and tried to gloss over it with elusive words.

However, unexpectedly, Yan Feng personally filled a glass of wine for Meng Lang and casually asked like an elder chatting.

"Speaking of which, where are you from, Xiao Meng?"

Meng Lang, adhering to the principle of speaking less and observing more, was originally focused on enjoying the delicious food.

It must be said that the hotel chef was impressive, creating dishes so exquisite that one could hardly bear to disturb them with chopsticks—not to mention their notable taste.

Each dish held its unique flavor, making Meng Lang, a foodie, feel his trip was well worth it.

"Oh! From Beihu." Meng Lang reluctantly put down his chopsticks and responded.

For some reason, the seating arrangement at the dinner table was somewhat peculiar.

Yan Feng unapologetically took the central seat of honor, with Yan Weiwei, Lin Haitang, and Xiao Yu to his left.

To his right, Meng Lang was seated next to him, followed by Kong Wu, Sister Kong, and at the end, Fan Shigang.

It looked as though Meng Lang was sandwiched between two old men.

"Is that so? That’s not too far from here. Are your parents in good health, and do you have any siblings?"

"Hmm... My parents are well, and I have a younger sister."

"Oh! So you are an only son in the family?" Yan Feng’s brows furrowed even tighter.

"Yes!"

"I see... So how did you and Weiwei meet?"

"Hey, hey! What’s this? An interrogation?" Yan Weiwei put down her chopsticks and frowned.

"My own daughter is making friends outside, can’t I ask a bit?"

"You don’t know them, and you are okay with that? Isn’t it my right as a father to worry? Don’t you think, Xiao Meng?"

"Exactly! Well, it just happened that I met the landlord when renting a place. We just have a tenant-landlord relationship."

"Renting?" Yan Feng furrowed his brows even more.

"Xiao Meng, what’s your job? Haven’t you bought a house yet?"

Damn! That’s really asking in a tone that’s a bit too ’Why don’t you eat meat’.

Do you think nowadays young people from rural areas can just waltz into the city and buy an apartment when they are out working?

"Me? My main job is insurance, and I do some freelancing on the side, like this consultant, that consultant; those are just honorary titles, not worth mentioning.

Here’s my business card. Oh, by the way, Master Yan, have you bought any insurance? Would you consider adding some extra security for your later life?" Meng Lang asked with a smile.

All present: "..."

Is this really the appropriate moment to be selling insurance?

Is the career ambition of young people really that strong?

Seeing Meng Lang reveal that familiar, annoyingly charming smile, Yan Weiwei finally let her guard down completely.

This guy always manages to navigate through what shouldn’t be said, or doesn’t want to be said, using all sorts of bizarre excuses...

But... it seemed he had mentioned something on the train.

For him to actually volunteer to sell insurance... that probably doesn’t bode well...

Regarding this, Meng Lang expressed,

He was willing to proactively tailor and push insurance for others.

One kind is beyond saving.

One kind doesn’t want to be saved.

In this regard, his insurance salesmanship was, to some extent, no less relentless than King Yan’s "death sentence"...

"Insurance?"

Yan Feng looked at the business card in his hand, printed with the Huaxia Life logo and bearing the name "Sales Consultant Meng Lang," and couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Heh heh! Life and death are decreed by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven; I, old man, have never felt the necessity to buy insurance.

What’s yours is yours, and what’s not yours won’t come to you even if you force it," Yan Feng implied with his words.

In his eyes, Meng Lang was thoroughly stamped as a suitor "not of the right household," lacking in both family background and personal abilities.

Such a person was either coveting Weiwei’s beauty or seeking to marry a rich woman to take a shortcut in life. In any case, Yan Feng didn’t think he was a suitable candidate to marry into his family.

Though it was about marrying into the family, the Yan family’s standards for choosing a son-in-law were naturally not so lax.

Not to say that one has to be extraordinarily special, but at least he must possess outstanding capability in some aspect, capable of being Weiwei’s "capable wife," to even meet the basic criteria.

"Hey! Master Yan, you’re mistaken there; insurance is preparing today for tomorrow, preparing for death while alive, parents preparing for their children, children preparing for when they grow up.

It’s true that life and death are decreed by fate, wealth and honor are in heaven, but there are also sudden misfortunes; unpredictable chaos!

You can never know which will come first tomorrow or an accident, right?

Of course, Master Yan, if you think so, you must be a person who is open-minded and has seen through life and death. Then worldly fame and wealth should indeed matter even less to you!"

As soon as Meng Lang had finished speaking, Yan Feng’s complexion immediately changed.

"Hiss~"

All those present were absolutely dumbfounded.

Yan Feng’s words had been pointed, and Meng Lang’s response was clearly even more loaded, unapologetically direct.

It was apparent to everyone that Yan Feng put all his hopes on Weiwei purely for the sake of the reputation and continuation of the Twelve Road Spring Leg.

To say it was for fame was, of course, not too far off the mark.

But who was Yan Feng? In those circles, he was a renowned character, and the Yan family was a martial arts family with a long heritage.

An upstart like him dared to speak so frankly to a bigwig.

Should this be described as not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth or as young and fearless?

Even Weiwei, who had been focusing on her food, couldn’t help but look up in astonishment, looking oddly at Meng Lang.

Hey hey! I knew you came to help me, but I didn’t expect you to be so fiercely on my side, straight up confronting him?

Also, why do I feel that you have a bigger beef with our old man than even I do?

Is it just my imagination?

Weiwei’s expression was complex, touched yet somewhat resigned.

"Hahaha!" When the atmosphere had turned awkward and heavy, Kong Wu suddenly patted Meng Lang on the shoulder.

The force was so strong, it nearly sent Meng Lang under the table.

"Haha! This is a really interesting fellow; I didn’t expect young people today to have such courage. Master Yan, we are indeed getting old, haha!"

Kong Wu obviously wanted to defuse the situation and provide Yan Feng an out.

Yan Feng’s expression was ugly, but as an elder, it wasn’t appropriate to make a big issue out of a comment from a younger person.

Besides, Weiwei had finally agreed to attend the hiking meeting. If she were to leave in a huff, it would have been a major loss.

"Mmm! We are indeed old, and haven’t been out and about for a while..." Yan Feng was clearly still angry.

"Yes, you old folks should really get out more. The world is changing rapidly these days.

The modern technology can now solve most of the problems that used to trouble ordinary people, like..."

Meng Lang glanced at Yan Feng.

"It can do in vitro fertilization... you can choose to have a boy or a girl..."

"Pfft!" Weiwei couldn’t hold back and spurted out a mouthful of tea.

All present: "..."

Everyone present initially thought that Weiwei suddenly bringing a man home indicated some romantic involvement between the two.

This completely extinguished such a notion.

If he had intentions towards Weiwei, mocking his future father-in-law publicly during their first meeting...

Even people with the most peculiar thinking wouldn’t engage in such self-destructive behavior, right?

This doesn’t look like he’s here to tie a knot in relationship.

It looks more like he’s here to start a feud, right?