Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 675 - 671: Extreme Anger

Chapter 675: Chapter 671: Extreme Anger

If everyone still didn’t know by this point that Xiao Yi’s performance earlier could very likely have been a case of playing the fool to catch the wise, pretending to be low-key when in fact he was a true connoisseur of wine, they might as well find a block of tofu to kill themselves with, or simply rename themselves "Idiots"!

None of them would foolishly think that someone who could handle his wine glass so dashingly, so beautifully, even better than the well-known wine expert Li Zhengyi, someone who could swirl and sniff wine so shockingly well, performing gestures even Li Zhengyi couldn’t execute, was really a nouveau riche from some backwater village!

Every person who had just ridiculed Xiao Yi, secretly mocked him, and felt Xiao Yi didn’t deserve to drink wine, now only felt their faces burning hot with embarrassment!

If in this venue Xiao Yi didn’t deserve to drink this wine, then what right did they have to drink? And who else here deserved to drink?

Even those few guests who had barely made it into the top five and were just rejoicing that they had the luck to taste this glass of Lafite now felt too embarrassed to reach out for the wine glass, fearing their movements would be too unsophisticated, too ugly, too laughable!

The expression on the face of the host, Li Zhengyi, who had originally planned to make Xiao Yi embarrass himself, fluctuated between green and white. This host, staring at Xiao Yi who seemed like a totally different person with a faint smile that looked unspeakably annoying- as if mocking him, wished he could step forward and rip Xiao Yi’s mouth apart to see if he could still wear that annoying smile and make those dashing moves.

But at that moment, he also knew that no matter what, he could not make those gestures himself. His eyes fixated on the wine glass in Xiao Yi’s hands, his fingers delicately swirling the glass slowly. Inside, he desperately wished the stem of the glass would suddenly break, causing Xiao Yi to embarrass himself, or that Xiao Yi’s hand would suddenly cramp, revealing an awkward look.

Unfortunately, the glass he had prepared was just too sturdy. No matter how hard he stared, there was no sign of it breaking, and Xiao Yi’s hands, handling the glass as if caressing soft flower petals, seemed almost absurdly gentle, yet were as steady as rocks, without any hint of cramping.

All eyes in the room were firmly attracted to Xiao Yi. Even Zhao Yuhua, standing nearby, seemed to be transfixed by Xiao Yi, staring at him as if he were a stranger, her eyes revealing a rare expression of shock.

"Fine wine and a beautiful lady. This first glass of wine, how could I, Xiao Yi, selfishly keep it to myself? Yuhua, you go first."

As Xiao Yi’s mild voice echoed, his wrist suddenly twisted, and the wine glass swiftly spun around, a fresh stream of wine shooting out from the glass in an instant.

"Ah!"

All of this happened so naturally, so smoothly, and so quickly. Zhao Yuhua’s soft exclamation, Xiao Yi’s incredibly elegant move, looked so seamlessly coordinated, almost like an intimate dance between lovers.

Only Zhao Yuhua knew that there was no such coordination with Xiao Yi, it hadn’t been planned at all. As the wine flowed down her throat, a blush rose on her cheeks which had been pale since she had arrived - timorous yet shy, adding an extra touch of allure and stunning charm.

"How fragrant!"

Zhao Yuhua opened her mouth, looking at Xiao Yi with a mix of coquetry and love-struck awe, wanting to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she exclaimed in surprise instead.

And everyone else smelled a strong fragrance wafting towards them, snapping them out of their daze with astonished exclamations.

Following that came uninterrupted applause for Xiao Yi’s ethereal grace and charm, and for the poetry in motion that was just witnessed, as well as for the goddess-like beauty who had just imbibed the fine wine, adding more to the unreal and dreamlike spectacle.

The female guests nearby, each looking enviously at Zhao Yuhua, wished they could have been the protagonist of that wine tasting.

Hearing the thunderous applause and seeing those admiring, awestruck eyes turned towards Xiao Yi, and also witnessing Zhao Yuhua’s cheeks flushed red, her eyes showing bewilderment and admiration towards Xiao Yi.

Li Zhengyi felt his cheeks burning painfully hot. Each clap seemed to smack right onto his face.

He had intended to make Xiao Yi lose face, to mock and ridicule him splendidly, while also using this moment to showcase his own charm to attract Zhao Yuhua’s attention. He believed that upon comparison, Zhao Yuhua would surely see who the more gallant man was.

But he had not anticipated that this man, who had always acted like a country bumpkin in front of him - oh, not just acted, for he had checked, and the man was at best the illegitimate son of Chen Jianguo - this bumpkin could actually be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, possessing a rare talent in handling and appreciating wine, even outperforming him!

Thus, once again, instead of tripping him up, he had set Xiao Yi up for further success, even seemingly garnering favor with the beauty, solidifying Zhao Yuhua’s heart even more towards Xiao Yi.

He knew that now, even if he exerted himself to the absolute limits, he could not surpass Xiao Yi, nor could he attract any additional attention, only serving to highlight further Xiao Yi’s dominance like a clown. He didn’t even taste his wine. With a cold snort and an icy glare at Xiao Yi, he said an awkward goodbye and turned to leave the center of the venue.

The man who had just poured the wine glanced at Xiao Yi expressionlessly and then turned and left the center.

The remaining guests, though slightly embarrassed by Xiao Yi’s graceful maneuver, were too reluctant to go for the glasses of wine, but after all, fine wine was common, Lafite was not, and they held no significant grudge against Xiao Yi. After hesitating for a moment, they couldn’t resist picking up their glasses in their clumsy way and began to taste the wine.

"Young Master..."

The expressionless man followed Li Zheng Yi into a room in the side hall, carefully observing the dark-faced Li Zheng Yi.

"Bang!"

Li Zheng Yi’s palm harshly slammed into the tea table below, instantly splitting the valuable tea table in two, but his expression only grew more furious.

Having left the crowd, he no longer needed to hide his emotions; all his frustrations, discomforts, and anger were vented at this moment.

"Xiao... Yi!"

His teeth tightly clenched, his fists balled up, he spit out each word, his eyes seeming to mention a sworn enemy, full of deep resentment.

"Young Master, perhaps..."

The expressionless man spoke again, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous aura.

"No, there’s no need, at this moment, we should try not to create unnecessary complications."

Upon hearing the man’s words, Li Zheng Yi showed a flicker of temptation on his face, but after a moment, he forcibly suppressed the irresistible desire and impulse, shook his head, and refused the expressionless man’s suggestion.

"I will handle this matter myself!"

Li Zheng Yi’s eyes were cold and vengeful, and a cruel, cold smirk played at the corners of his mouth, "He fancies himself charming and a good drinker, doesn’t he? I’ll let him drink enough, let him be charming enough!"

"Young Master?"

The expressionless man looked puzzled at Li Zheng Yi, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"Let’s go out, we can’t let the guests think we are rude. We are not just any family; we are nobles from the Great Clans, and we must maintain the dignity of the Great Clans."

Li Zheng Yi didn’t explain much but showed a strange smile on his face, then squeezed out a bit of a smile and turned to walk toward the doorway.

Watching the strange smile on Li Zheng Yi’s face, the expressionless man paused, opened his mouth as if to ask something more, but quickly, he returned to his emotionless demeanor, said nothing more, and followed behind Li Zheng Yi with his head lowered, diligently fulfilling his duties as a bodyguard.

Xiao Yi, holding a wine glass, walked among the crowd, sensing the unusual gazes from the guests and the temporary waiters invited by Li Zheng Yi, especially those from the female guests, evoking a wry, helpless smile in his heart.

He knew that his earlier display of demeanor learned from the old man had completely made him the focus of this wine party, a kind of spotlight he didn’t welcome.

If it were usual, he would never do this, nor did he like the old man’s showy behavior. In fact, just then, he hadn’t intended to act that way, but when Li Zheng Yi urged him to drink the first glass of wine, seeing the trace of smugness on his face, and recalling the information about Li Zheng Yi, he had an epiphany and decided on the spot to show arrogance and to severely provoke Li Zheng Yi.

He hoped it would make Li Zheng Yi realize Xiao Yi’s capability and retreat from pestering Zhao Yuhua, thus liberating himself. Naturally, he also felt the need to retort after being provoked so often by Li Zheng Yi.(To be continued. If you enjoy this book, please visit qidian.com to vote and buy monthly subscriptions. Your support is my greatest motivation.)