The Rise of Dragon Son-in-Law
Chapter 220 - 216 Martial Alliance Conference

Chapter 220: Chapter 216 Martial Alliance Conference

Long Chen lightly raised an eyebrow and glanced at Han Min, but he held back from speaking.

Seeing that Long Chen remained silent, Han Min assumed that he admitted his fault and dared not quarrel with her.

At that moment, Han Min, who was already a person who would push her advantage, continued, "Long Chen, I’m not criticizing you, but your fickle heart really needs some changing. Otherwise, which woman could stand you?

Think about it, right now you’re young and you may feel like it doesn’t matter, but what about when you’re older, or if you’re penniless? Those who approached you with ulterior motives will leave you one by one. Don’t wait until then to regret it too late.

Some things can’t be remedied after the fact, so be careful, be very careful."

"Auntie Han, I don’t really appreciate your words, are you suggesting that both Churan and I are gold-diggers?"

Xia Ling couldn’t hold back and blurted out.

Zhao Churan’s expression also soured.

Seeing this, Li Yuechan hurriedly said, "Mom, if you don’t know how to speak properly, could you please not spout nonsense? Begging you here, you don’t even know who you’re offending."

"Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t targeting anyone. Xia Ling, Churan, don’t overthink it, my initial intention was just hoping that Long Chen would stop looking for other women and treat you two well."

Han Min said flatly.

However, her tone sounded somewhat ironic no matter how one listened.

Long Chen knew that Han Min was like a dog that couldn’t change its habit of eating shit.

He didn’t even feel like arguing with her, preferring to let whatever will be, be.

Anyway, as long as Zhao Churan and the others didn’t listen to her nonsense, all was good.

"Well, I’m going back to my room, you all continue chatting."

Han Min stood up and leisurely left.

"Xia Ling, Churan, I’m really sorry, my mom doesn’t know how to talk. Please don’t take it to heart."

Li Yuechan said with sincere apology.

"It’s nothing, Yuechan, I was a bit harsh just now too, sorry."

Xia Ling said softly.

"What’s there to apologize for? I understand you. If I were in your shoes, I’d be angry too. Perhaps what I might say would be even harsher than what you just did,"

Li Yuexin said with a smile.

"I’ll control my emotions in the future. Actually, Auntie Han does have her points. Long Chen, you do need to be mindful, okay? We definitely won’t let you go around tempting other temptresses."

Xia Ling cast a glance at Long Chen.

"Cough, I will."

Long Chen chuckled awkwardly.

This topic couldn’t go on.

Long Chen quickly changed the subject, "Xia Ling, do you think they would let me vie for the position of Alliance Hierarch?"

"They definitely wouldn’t let you compete for the position of Alliance Hierarch," Xia Ling said. "If you became the Alliance Hierarch, how could they continue to monopolize our Dragon Doctor? Wishful thinking."

"I was just saying, even if I did compete, it’s not certain I’d win."

Long Chen smiled.

"Talking about all this is pointless; what matters is that you be careful when you attend the conference. They might have some unspeakable schemes afoot."

Xia Ling warned.

"Mhm, I will."

Long Chen replied.

But in his heart, Long Chen wasn’t too worried.

He had interacted with many people from the Martial Arts World and was fully confident there wouldn’t be any trouble.

Right now, Long Chen was rather curious about the so-called Martial Arts Grandmasters. What was their true combat strength?

To be able to cultivate to the Grandmaster Realm and stand out in the Martial Arts World, they surely weren’t ordinary characters.

Such high-level masters were worth seeing firsthand.

If there was a chance for a match, that would be even better.

...

Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the Martial Alliance Conference arrived.

That day, the outside of the Shenfeng Hotel was filled with various super-luxury cars.

Moreover, many government vehicles and police, with real guns and live ammunition, stood guard around the area to ensure the smooth progression of the Martial Alliance Conference.

After the Yang Family entered, Long Chen followed closely behind them into the venue.

The conference was held on a spacious rooftop, which could easily accommodate several hundred people.

Long Chen scanned the venue and noticed that most of the men were dressed in very retro-style clothing.

Those from the Martial Arts seemed to favor this type of attire, especially on such significant occasions.

Of course, aside from those from the Martial Arts, there were also many socialites, beautiful women, and noble ladies mingling in the crowd with wine glasses in hand, chatting and laughing continuously.

As for how these women, not of the Martial Arts World, managed to get in was a mystery.

Long Chen chose a corner to sit down, not joining Yang Su.

Because Long Chen didn’t want his relationship with Yang Su to be exposed yet, as that might lead to the Yang Family being targeted, something Long Chen didn’t want to happen.

In fact, many bigwigs from the Martial Alliance already knew about his relationship with Yang Su; they just didn’t speak of it.

"Hello, sir, may I sit next to you?"

While Long Chen was lost in thought, a mature woman in a black strap dress approached him.

She was adorned with gold and silver, exuding an aura of luxury.

"I’m sorry, I prefer to be left alone."

Long Chen said with a smile.

The opulent woman was taken aback for a moment but soon smiled, "The handsome guy is pretty cool, huh? Sister here loves cool boys."

The woman showed no indication of leaving, instead attempting to forcefully sit down.

Just then, another beautiful woman approached.

The beauty sitting across from me gave off an air of elegance. She said lightly, "When this gentleman expresses his fondness for tranquility, he’s subtly telling you that his first impression of you isn’t very favorable. You should probably find another place to sit, sister."

"Who are you?"

The woman stared at the beauty.

The beauty chuckled and said, "My name is Sun Weiwei, the Director of Guan Tianxia Media Company. Our company loves to cover gossip news. You’ve heard of us, haven’t you?"

Upon hearing this, the woman’s face changed slightly.

Then she hurriedly said, "My apologies for the disturbance."

With that, the woman quickly left.

Long Chen was astonished and asked with curiosity, "Why did she leave just because you said you’re the Director of Guan Tianxia Media?"

"Because she’s afraid," Sun Weiwei laughed. "Women like her rely on their wealth to keep a string of young lovers, not ten then eight at least. What they fear most is our kind of news company that specializes in gossip. You understand now, right?"

"Got it, no wonder."

Long Chen suddenly realized.

"My name is Sun Weiwei. May I have the honor of learning your name?"

Sun Weiwei extended her hand.

"Long Chen."

"Pleased to meet you."

Sun Weiwei and Long Chen shook hands.

"Why did you come over to greet me? Could it be that you were also attracted by my handsome looks?" Long Chen asked with a smile.

"Of course, Mr. Long. With poise like yours, with such looks, you outshine a bunch of those trendy young celebrities. Take that guy there, he’s an A-list star. His name is Xiao Yizhan. Although he’s extremely handsome too, he lacks something indescribable compared to you."

Sun Weiwei said with a light laugh, "I’m not just flattering you; I speak the absolute truth. For some reason, I feel like you’re a very significant person, so I came over to say hello and get to know you."

"Then this time you are mistaken. I’m just an insignificant nobody," Long Chen replied.

"Mr. Long, that’s a bit too modest. Anyone who gets to come in here is no simple character," Sun Weiwei said.

"Ha, you’re including yourself in the praise, impressive, impressive."

"Hehe, that’s something I must admit; I’m not just any simple girl either."

Sun Weiwei giggled.

Yang Su, who had been watching Long Chen from a distance, saw him chatting merrily with a beautiful woman, and her annoyance flared uncontrollably.

After a moment’s thought, Yang Su got up, holding a wine glass, and headed toward Long Chen.

Along the way, numerous men tried to strike up a conversation with Yang Su.

With her beauty and aura outshining everyone else, being sexy yet ethereal, such a woman ignited a strong sense of conquest in men at merely a glance.

Finally reaching Long Chen, Yang Su gazed at him and smiled, "Might I have the honor of clinking glasses with you, sir?"

"I don’t drink, but if it’s from your cup, I’d be delighted. Would you feed it to me?"

Long Chen asked with a smile.

"Of course."

Yang Su’s mouth curved slightly as she leaned forward to let Long Chen drink.

Sun Weiwei, standing by, was astonished.

Could this really be the proper way to hit on someone?

Or is it that women chasing men are just separated by a layer of gauze?

Alternatively, could these two have known each other for some time and are now pretending to be strangers?

Sun Weiwei felt that the last possibility was the most likely.

As a woman, she saw many different things in Yang Su’s eyes.

"You two are a couple, aren’t you?"

Sun Weiwei blurted out.

The hand holding Yang Su’s glass paused, barely noticeably.

Then Yang Su turned her head and said with a light laugh, "You guessed wrong, but to be honest, he and I are indeed friends."

"No wonder," Sun Weiwei said with relief. "It seems Mr. Long has quite the romantic luck. I’ve sadly become one of the petals of his sakura."

"You’re too kind. What worth or virtue do I possess?"

Long Chen said, waving his hand with a laugh.

At the scene, many figures from the Martial Arts World, especially some of the men who were interested in Yang Su or Sun Weiwei, upon seeing two beautiful women surrounding Long Chen, couldn’t help but feel jealous. Their gazes toward Long Chen were filled with hostility and coldness.

Where there are people, there will be strife, especially in a place where martial artists gather.

"Young man, you look so young and inexperienced; how did you manage to get in here?"

A middle-aged man in a long robe came up directly to him.

This middle-aged man had previously tried to chat up Yang Su, but she hadn’t given him the time of day.

Obviously, he wanted to show off and impress Yang Su.

But Long Chen remained unmoved, not even turning his head, continuing to laugh and chat with Yang Su.

Enraged, the middle-aged man shouted, "Kid, I’m talking to you. Don’t force me to wake your ears with my fists."

"Susu, there’s an annoying fly buzzing around."

Long Chen picked at his ear.

"Then just endure it a bit, huh? This is the Martial Alliance Conference after all. Anyone who starts trouble here might get their attendance revoked, you know."

Yang Su said with a coy voice.

"Is that so? Then I need to start some trouble."

Long Chen suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the middle-aged man, sending him flying.

Bam.

The middle-aged man flew back several meters, knocking over a large round table.

This scene immediately drew everyone’s attention.