The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 117: It Turns Out to Be Fu Meiting_1

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: It Turns Out to Be Fu Meiting_1

The Dan family, as one of the three major families in Tiandu, isn’t as flamboyant as the Dong family and the Yao family.

Zhang Xian stepped out of the Bentley, looking at the slightly outdated building from the nineties. It was hard to believe that this old mansion was the residence of the Dan family, one of the three major families in Tiandu. The place looked somewhat desolate.

Maybe the Dan family also had mansions elsewhere, but when he called Qian Bo, the other party confirmed that this was the ’headquarters’ of the Dan family.

He glanced around and saw a store not far away. Zhang Xian walked over there, bought a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and came to the front door of the Dan family mansion, ringing the doorbell.

Soon, an old lady came out from inside and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello ma’am, is Dan Wei at home?" he asked.

"Are you here to find the young master?" The old lady paused, then smiled, "Please wait a moment, let me check."

With that, the old woman went inside.

When she came out again, a young man dressed in casual clothes followed her. It was Dan Wei.

Zhang Xian took a drag on his cigarette, gave Dan Wei an up-and-down once-over, and laughed, "So you’re Dan Wei? Not bad, come out, let’s have a chat."

"Aunt Yu, you can go in first." Dan Wei smiled and walked outside to ask, "Did you come to see me for something? Is it because I saved you? Actually, that was my sister’s idea."

"I know." Zhang Xian took a drag on his cigarette and said, "So, I had come not to see you, but to ask for your sister’s address."

Dan Wei choked, and laughed dryly, "You want to see my sister?"

Zhang Xian put his arm around Dan Wei and dragged him towards the Bentley, "Let’s go, take me to meet your so-called sister. If you folks need any help, I’ll do my best."

"Oh, rushing to cut off connections?" Dan Wei didn’t refuse and climbed into the Bentley.

Zhang Xian started up the Bentley, "It’s not so much about rushing to cut off connections; I’m just curious about your sister, and I don’t want to owe people favors."

Dan Wei nodded, "Okay, I will call her first."

...

Inside a quiet tea house, in one of the terraces, a beautiful mature woman wearing a black dress sat at a table with a cup of fragrant tea, quietly looking out of the window.

The wind blew, rustling the bamboo leaves with a peaceful scent. In the forest, several little animals frolicked, bursting with joy.

The design of this tea house was impressive. Although located in the city center, it cleverly incorporated the beauty of nature, attracting a large number of tea customers. She was one of them.

Whenever she had some free time, she would come to this tea house, this terrace, to have a cup of hot tea, listen to the beautiful music, and relax.

"Click..."

Suddenly, the door of the terrace was pushed open, and two young men walked in one after the other.

"You’re early." The mature beauty laughed.

Zhang Xian turned his head to look, his face full of astonishment. What’s going on? Fu Meiting is Dan Wei’s sister? Are these two joking with me?

"Surprised?" Fu Meiting smiled beautifully.

"A bit." Zhang Xian pointed to Dan Wei, and then to Fu Meiting, asking, "How can you two possibly be siblings? You don’t look alike at all! Can you be more realistic?"

"There’s nothing to be surprised about, aren’t you my little brother, too?" Fu Meiting laughed, "I just have a very good relationship with Dan Wei. Since I’m older, he calls me sister."

Dan Wei tapped Zhang Xian’s shoulder and laughed, "You two talk, I have something else to do, so I’ll go first."

"Don’t..." Zhang Xian held onto Dan Wei.

Fu Meiting took a small sip of the sweet beverage in her cup and gave Dan Wei a signal.

Understanding her hint, Dan Wei obligingly unwrapped Zhang Xian’s hand and, leaving an encouraging look, disregarded Zhang Xian’s gloominess and exited the room.

"Please have a seat..." Fu Meiting laughed.

Zhang Xian awkwardly walked across to sit opposite Fu Meiting, "Elder Sister Meiting, I honestly never expected you to be Dan Wei’s sister. This puts me in such a difficult position!"

"What’s so difficult?" Fu Meiting said, "Just now, Dan Wei called me to say you want to repay me a favor, is that true?"

Zhang Xian nodded, "But don’t bring up the matter of Xie Wuming with me."

"You’re so bad." Fu Meiting rolled her eyes at Zhang Xian, "Elder sister just wants you to help Master Xie, why won’t you agree? If you do, I’m yours."

"Ahem..." Zhang Xian shuddered and laughed, "Elder Sister Meiting, that’s not funny at all!"

Fu Meiting cast a seductive glance at Zhang Xian, "Who’s joking with you?"

Zhang Xian turned his head, unable to bear the allure brought by Fu Meiting’s charming face. This woman was a born enchantress, her smiles and frowns oozing charm.

More importantly, she was at the prime age of a woman, with an inadvertent show of maturity, a personification of alluring grace.

"Are you really not planning to help Master Xie?" Fu Meiting refilled the cup in front of Zhang Xian, "Actually, although Master Xie was born into the underworld, rose within the underworld, and has blood-stained hands, he treats his own people well. If you’re willing to collaborate with Master Xie, it’s like standing on a high starting point, and the eventual finish line can be infinitely raised."

Zhang Xian picked up his teacup, downed the tea in one gulp, and asked, "I’m curious, why do you want to help Xie Wuming?"

Fu Meiting is taken aback and replies, "Do you really want to know? Sister has never told anyone about this! In Tiandu, besides Xie Wuming, only Dan Wei knows about my story."

Zhang Xian bitterly smiles, "Well, you better not tell me then."

"I want to," Fu Meiting says after giving Zhang Xian a flirtatious glare. A trace of sorrow flashes unnoticed in her eyes, "I am an orphan, I don’t know who my parents are. If it weren’t for the year I met Master Xie, I might have starved to death on the streets. He treats me as if I were his own granddaughter. So what would you say is our relationship? Although he never officially gave me any status."

Zhang Xian laughs insincerely, "If Xie Wuming treats you like a granddaughter, why would he let you come and seduce me?"

"Uh...." Fu Meiting didn’t expect Zhang Xian to say this and she resentfully replies, "Don’t flatter yourself by saying you don’t have feelings for me. Even if you did, I wouldn’t necessarily give you my body."

Zhang Xian chuckles and refills his cup, saying, "Go back and tell Xie Wuming he shouldn’t waste his efforts - I’m not someone he can provoke."

"You’re so arrogant!" Fu Meiting shakes her head with a bitter laugh, asking, "Zhang Xian, if, and I mean if, we become enemies one day, would you kill me?"

"Well...." Zhang Xian looks at Fu Meiting and laughingly says, "To be honest, I can’t bear to kill such a beauty. But anything can happen, there are always exceptions, and some things are better not said."

Hearing these words, Fu Meiting feels a slight pang in her heart.

It seems that Master Xie might be planning to move against Zhang Xian. What should she do if it comes to that? She realizes that she might be slightly attracted to Zhang Xian.

This young fellow has given her too many surprises. Or maybe, she’s been deprived of love since childhood. While Xie Wuming treats her well, he’s not her own family.

Or perhaps, Xie Wuming only values her for her usefulness. She does not wish to face this thought as Xie Wuming gave her renewed life.

"Come, drink up." Zhang Xian picks up his teacup, laughing, "Here’s a toast."

"Ugh, you’re so annoying." Fu Meiting sees Zhang Xian deliberately pulling her out of her thoughts, laughing in a crude manner, it really annoys her, "Who says you have to toast with tea? If you want to drink, drink by yourself."

...

Perhaps it was after learning of Fu Meiting’s unfortunate past, or perhaps he perceived something else, but Zhang Xian spent the entire day with Fu Meiting until evening.

After the tomfoolery of Zhu Qing and Dong Qian, he had gained a further understanding of the so-called romance. However, at times, it was better to feign ignorance.

As they exit a restaurant, Zhang Xian opens the car door, laughing, "Come on, I’ll give you a lift."

"Should we get a bottle of wine on the way?" Fu Meiting suggests with a laugh.

Zhang Xian touches his nose, chuckling, "Elder Sister Meiting, are you fixed on stealing my virginity? That’s not fair, is it?"

"Haha... Come here, let me give you a kiss." Fu Meiting lets out an unfeminine laugh, she pulls Zhang Xian towards her and, right on the street, she leans in and kisses him dominantly.

Zhang Xian’s eyes bulge, ready to struggle.

It’s not that he doesn’t allow Fu Meiting to kiss him, it’s just the wrong place and time. If some people witness this scene, there would be big trouble.

"Don’t move." Fu Meiting pinches Zhang Xian, and once again silences him with a kiss.

A warm and sweet kiss lands upon him, Zhang Xian feels unsteady, as if he’s about to melt into Fu Meiting’s deep kiss.

His internal spiritual energy reels turbulently, he suddenly pushes Fu Meiting away, "Well, Elder Sister Ting, you haven’t drunk any alcohol today, yet you’re acting drunk. Hurry up and get in the car, let’s go back."

Being rejected again, Fu Meiting feels displeased. What does this guy mean? Does he think she’s not pretty enough? Does he only have eyes for someone like Mo Shaoyun?

"Kid, are you courting death!?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man rushes at them like a bull in heat, throwing a punch at Zhang Xian’s head.

Zhang Xian turns around, kicks the man and sends him flying, then exclaims, "What’s going on?"

"Damn..."

The man had just been kicked away but he springs back up and charges toward Zhang Xian again.

Seeing this, Fu Meiting frowns and glances to the side. It seems she recognizes the man, but she has no intention of getting involved.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xian asks.

The middle-aged man doesn’t answer, instead he hurls out another punch aimed at Zhang Xian’s neck, bringing with it a burst of strong wind.

"Damn, do you really think you can push me around?" Zhang Xian lifts his foot again.

This time, he adds more strength, sending the middle-aged man flying several meters. He lands and tries to get up, despite several unsuccessful attempts. Clearly, the force of this kick was significant.

"Kid, you...you’ll pay for this. I, Xiao Ze, won’t let you off!" The middle-aged man has to try several times to get up, all the while glaring coldly at Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian turns to Fu Meiting, seeing her looking to the side, he discontentedly says, "Elder Sister Meiting, ought you not explain this to me?"

"What’s there to explain? What does this have to do with me?" Fu Meiting pouts, her gaze evasive.

An unnatural twitch pulls at the corner of Zhang Xian’s mouth, "I don’t believe this guy is into men, so much so that he can’t bear anyone else touching me."