The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 234: Cat Fight With a Fox?

Chapter 234: Cat Fight With a Fox?

Xu Hu Zhe’s midnight blue hair and entrancing eyes drew a longing look from one of the pampered gers. The soft curve of his lips hinted at a magnetic charm that left the observer yearning for his attention.

Xuan Jian’s reserved demeanor and steely grey eyes exuded an air of mystery. His silent strength and unwavering kindness were a magnetic force, captivating the heart of another pampered ger with a longing gaze.

Xuan Yang, with his glossy raven hair and scholar’s heir, emitted an alluring aura of intellect and mischief. His mysterious personality and vibrant energy drew a yearning look from the third pampered ger, who couldn’t help but be intrigued by his presence.

As Xu Feng made his way through from behind Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang, he couldn’t help but notice the figure of Sun Ming Hua now glaring. The pampered ger had an air of self importance about him, a stark contrast to Xu Feng’s radiant but humble demeanor.

Sun Ming Hua’s cute features were twisted into an expression of extreme annoyance, his brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes, once filled with reverence as they followed Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang, now held a glint of jealousy as they locked on two hands.

The two hands were both Xu Feng’s. Delicate and long fingered clasped around both his lover’s clothing as if he were clutching for his dear life. Xu Feng wasn’t really one for jealousy, but he didn’t like the look in the other ger’s eyes.

Not. One. Bit.

Xu Feng’s gaze locked onto Sun Ming Hua with an intensity that could pierce through steel. He felt the ger’s hostile stare and understood the source of his discontent. Sun Ming Hua believed Xu Feng to be an imposter, his mole dyed a darker shade of red, and his silver hair merely a disguise for his supposed true and mediocre identity as an average ger.

As Xu Feng continued to walk forward, his grip on Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang’s arms tightened, their presence a source of comfort and strength. He stared daggers at Sun Ming Hua, his icy gaze cutting through the ger’s false facade.

The standoff between the two gers was palpable, an unspoken battle of pride and resentment. Sun Ming Hua’s fists clenched at his sides, his jealousy and insecurity evident to anyone who cared to look.

Despite the tension in the air, Xu Feng refused to back down or show any sign of shame. He was not an imposter, and he had nothing to hide. His unwavering confidence and the unwavering support of his partners were like a shield.

As they passed by each other, Xu Feng’s gaze never wavered, and his expression remained unyielding. Sun Ming Hua, for all his pampered charm, could do nothing but watch as Xu Feng and his companions continued on their way, leaving him to grapple with his own jealousy and insecurities.

Sun Ming Hua’s jealousy and frustration finally got the better of him, and he couldn’t resist making a snide comment. As Xu Feng and his entourage attempted to walk by, he called out in a voice laced with disdain.

"Is there a reason you have to dye that mole of yours such a dark shade, and what’s with that absurd silver hair?" Sun Ming Hua sneered, his voice carrying through the crowded street. "Attention seeking gers like you are shameless."

The passersby turned their heads, curiosity piqued by the sudden confrontation. Xu Feng’s expression remained unruffled; his poise unbroken. He didn’t engage in the petty exchange, knowing that Sun Ming Hua’s words were driven by jealousy and ignorance.

At this point even the gers that come over with Sun Ming Hua are starting to feel uncomfortable. The crowd on the street isn’t too big, but word can travel fast in a small town like Yilin. Is currying favor with Sun Ming Hua more important than their own reputations?

They are now of marriageable age, and their families aren’t as large and influential as the Suns of Yilin. What if they are unable to find a good mate because of this incident? Who would take the blame then?

The two gers thinking along the same lines begin to huddle up together.

They were "First you were openly seducing my fiancé even if you’re clearly a married ger, and now you still walk around with other men openly. How sad for your husband."

As the confrontation unfolded, a hushed murmur of disapproval rippled through the crowd. Even those who had initially been drawn to Sun Ming Hua’s charisma were now beginning to feel uncomfortable with his behavior.

The gers who had accompanied Sun Ming Hua exchanged uneasy glances, realizing the potential consequences of their association with him. They were now of marriageable age, and their families weren’t as influential as the Suns of Yilin. The fear of damaging their own reputations and prospects for marriage outweighed any loyalty to Sun Ming Hua.

In hushed voices, two of them began to distance themselves from Sun Ming Hua, their footsteps slow and deliberate. They didn’t want to be associated with his rude outburst any longer.

The whispered sentiments among Sun Ming Hua’s companions were like a quiet, judgmental chorus. Their words carried the weight of disapproval, thinly veiling their disdain for his behavior. They spoke of seduction and betrayal, of a married ger openly courting other men, and their words painted a vivid picture of the situation.

Sun Ming Hua’s attempts to shame Xu Feng were like a double edged sword, cutting both ways. On one hand, he sought to slander Xu Feng, but in doing so, he exposed his own naivety and emotional turmoil.

Xu Feng, however, had no intention of slowing down to engage in a tongue lashing from the young pampered ger with an overabundance of emotions. He continued to move forward, his steps purposeful, with Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang providing a protective shield from the chaos around them.

Heading toward their carriage felt like a procession, with each member of Xu Feng’s entourage finding their place within the formation. Xu Si and Xu San moved up slowly, seeking refuge from the eye of the storm.

But Sun Ming Hua’s words continued to gnaw at Xu Feng’s mind. The mention of a fiancé he knew nothing about left him perplexed. His confusion was etched across his face, his brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of it all.

If he somehow seduced an unknown man while being chauffeured from one place to another with either Xu Hu Zhe, Xuan Yang, or Xuan Jian in tow, the man was the pervert. Not him.

"You...you..." Sun Ming Hua stammered as a flush ran up his face, the attention starting to affect him.

Xu Feng continued to move forward toward the carriage, Xian Jian and Xian Yang like life rafts in this sticky situation. Heading to their own carriage was like a procession. Xu Si and Xu San were moving up slowly in the very end, away from the eye of the storm.

For some reason Xu Feng couldn’t drop the statement from the deranged spoilt ger. If only his brother was here to restrain him. ’Who was this fiancé, he kept refencing?’

Xu Hu Zhe, ever observant, noticed Xu Feng’s bewilderment and stepped closer to offer a reminder. "It should be Kang Han," he said softly, hoping to shed light on the matter.

However, even with the name, Xu Feng’s confusion persisted.

The pieces of the puzzle had yet to fall into place. But the four men—three men and a ger—remained huddled together, ignoring Sun Ming Hua, whose frustration continued to mount as he clenched his fists at his sides.

Xu Hu Zhe pressed on, providing the missing link. "His fiancé should be Kang Han from the Central Bookstore... Master Bai Mo’s former fiancé."

With this revelation, the light above Xu Feng’s head suddenly flickered to life. He had not seduced Kang Han; it was Kang Han who had tried to get handsy with him in a bookstore. Understanding washed over him, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief and vindication as he realized the truth of the situation.

A light went off above Xu Feng’s head, but something inside Sun Ming Hua seemed to shatter. It was a mix of jealousy, frustration, and bitterness that boiled over as he watched Xu Feng and his entourage, unable to contain his resentment any longer.

How was it fair that three handsome men fluttered around this fake ger? His mole was fake, his hair was fake, his bloodline was fake—according to him, at least. Who knew what else about him was fake? Sun Ming Hua couldn’t bear the thought that Xu Feng had fooled everyone with his deceptive appearance.

Xuan Jian was whispering sweetly in Xu Feng’s ear, and the cold, imposing man stood by his side, ready to protect him at a moment’s notice. Even the gentle-looking scholar, Xuan Yang, regarded Xu Feng with a look of genuine concern and care. They were all protecting an unworthy ger who only knew how to deceive and manipulate people, in Sun Ming Hua’s eyes.