The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 129 Elder Sister Mei Ting, Don’t Be Like This_1

Chapter 129: Chapter 129 Elder Sister Mei Ting, Don’t Be Like This_1

Yao Shuai wanted to retreat, but he couldn’t move his body. He felt cold sweat cascading down his brow, and he trembled, unable to muster up any words.

Fuck, they just got to the hospital, and now this asshole is coming to hassle them again? These days they were in the hospital, there was no way they could have stirred any trouble!

"Tsk, tsk, looking quite pathetic, aren’t we?" After appraising Yao Shuai, Zhang Xian laughed and said, "Well, I am just here to chat. Don’t be nervous, just relax."

Yao Shuai stuttered out, "What do you want to talk about?"

Zhang Xian said, "I won’t mince words. I want the land on Panlong Mountain that you own. Hmm, give it to me. Oh, and I don’t intend on paying for it."

Yao Shuai was genuinely surprised and asked, "What... why do you want Panlong Mountain?"

Zhang Xian chuckled, "I like that place. Is there something wrong with that? Are you willing to give it to me?"

"Bro, I paid for that land. How could I just give it to you without getting anything in return?" Yao Shuai turned his head the other way.

What a character this guy was. A huge mountain like that, buying it alone took tens of millions, not to mention paving roads and such. And this guy wanted to have it for nada, was he simply trying to rob him?

Zhang Xian grabbed Yao Shuai’s broken leg and asked, "Does that mean a no?"

"Ah...", Yao Shuai’s eyes bulged out, and he screamed, "You said you just wanted to chat! Why are you pinching my leg?"

Zhang Xian said, "Well, that was the initial plan, but it seems you are not inclined to talk it out. So, I have to resort to some other measures. Have you made up your mind now?"

Yao Shuai was livid. He’d seen scoundrels before, but never one like this. What kind of chat was this anyway? Even if it were business negotiation, one shouldn’t be denied all options.

Seeing Yao Shuai still silent, Zhang Xian threatened to twist his broken leg again.

Seeing Zhang Xian’s move, Yao Shuai hurriedly said, "Don’t press it! Fine, I’ll do it, okay? Happy now?"

When Zhang Xian heard this, he nodded in satisfaction. He took a contract from Fu Meiting and said with a gleeful smile, "Sign it. Once you do, I’ll leave."

Yao Shuai glared, his teeth gritted and said, "Do you think I can sign it? Hell, I can’t even have a smoke without someone else holding it for me!"

"No worries... I came prepared. You can’t write, so you can just leave a fingerprint." Zhang Xian laughed softly. He grabbed Yao Shuai’s hand, swiped it in the ink, and pressed it onto the contract. Job done.

Yao Shuai’s hand couldn’t move, and when Zhang Xian tugged on it, the pain brought tears to his eyes, "Ah, fuck, be gentle, will you? I’m a damn patient here!"

"Hmm, thank you for your cooperation." Zhang Xian glanced at the contract and ignored the teary-eyed Yao Shuai. He turned and walked out of the ward.

Fu Meiting waved the contract and muttered, "You are cruel. I thought you would buy Yao Shuai off with cash. Didn’t see this coming. I mean, it’s not like you can get lands for free!"

"What’s the point of being polite to that prick? His family has more money than they can spend." Zhang Xian smirked, then said, "Oh, by the way, Elder Sister Meiting, could you please inform Dan Wei that I’m currently a bit strapped for cash. As for the mansion construction, I need to gather investment first. Temporarily, I don’t have the money for it. I suppose you can help me sign the contract as well?"

Fu Meiting chuckled, "You have such absolute trust in me?"

Zhang Xian shrugged, "Suspecting those whom you employ is not using them. Not employing those whom you suspect is wise. Of course, I trust you."

Signing the contract is no issue, and so is the money matter. However..." Fu Meiting laughed, "I’ve been feeling down lately, how about you accompany me to a bar for a sit-in? No problems with that, right?"

Zhang Xian touched his nose and chuckled, "Sure, I’ll go with you."

"Great, let’s leave now." Fu Meiting said with a grin.

Zhang Xian nodded, and he left the hospital with Fu Meiting and headed straight to the nearest bar in a BMW M6.

It was just around four in the afternoon, and the bar had just opened, with only a few patrons present.

Zhang Xian scanned the interior of the bar and chose a secluded corner to sit down, "Elder Sister Meiting, I don’t really know about drinks. You order. And by the way, please suggest for me too."

Fu Meiting said, "Let’s just have beer today!"

"Alright, sounds good." After Zhang Xian notified a passing waitress, he said, "Elder Sister Meiting, if you have any problems, why not talk about it so that we can laugh over it?"

Fu Meiting was startled, she pinched a soft pinch of flesh in Zhang Xian’s waist and chided, "You are asking for trouble, Zhang Xian!"

"Ouch..." Zhang Xian sucked in a breath through gritted teeth and griped, "Why do you girls love pinching here?"

Fu Meiting laughed, "Quire obviously because it hurts the most!"

Zhang Xian gave a vexed chuckle and was about to speak when three middle-aged men walked into the bar, catching his attention. There was nothing peculiar about them on the outside, just a bit more ferocious and cold than average. But, his inadvertent mind investigation revealed that each of the three men had a handgun tucked in their waistband, hence piquing his interest.

But he had no intention of engaging unless they provoked him. He opened a bottle of beer and pushed it over to Fu Meiting, "Elder Sister Meiting, let’s drink to that."

Fu Meiting smiled, picked up her bottle, and gently clinked it with Zhang Xian’s bottle.

"Yo, we have a bunny here!"

The middle-aged men scanned the bar and their gazes quickly landed on the attention-grabbing Fu Meiting. They approached with grins.

One of them, dressed in a shirt, sat next to Fu Meiting, spread his hands on the sofa, and asked in a charmingly casual tone, "Beautiful, can you spare a drink with us?"

Fu Meiting’s face turned cold as she said, "Not interested, please leave. Don’t disturb us."

"Oh, a cold girl! But that’s exactly my type." The middle-aged man smirked, reaching to touch Fu Meiting’s small face.

Zhang Xian couldn’t sit still anymore, grabbed the middle-aged man’s hand and said coldly, "I don’t want to cause trouble, but I’m not afraid to. Get lost."

"Damn..." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before raising his fist to strike.

Zhang Xian gave a cool laugh, yanked the middle-aged man up and punched him, sending him sprawling over the sofa, "You thought of confronting me with your pathetic strength? Are you seeking trouble?"

The other middle-aged man with him stood stunned for a moment, each of them picking up a beer bottle and smashing it towards Zhang Xian from both sides.

Fu Meiting exclaimed in surprise, "Zhang Xian, watch out."

Zhang Xian leaned back, evading the two whistling beer bottles. Following that, he did a backward flip and swiftly kicked at the two middle-aged men’s stomachs after standing back up.

"Damn..." The two men grunted and were sent flying, landing on the ground on their bottoms.

By this time, a few security guards had surrounded them. The head security guard grimaced and angrily asked, "What happened? Who allowed you to fight in the bar?"

The middle-aged man in the shirt jumped up, thinking of revenge.

Another middle-aged man restrained the man in the shirt, shook his head, and said, "We have a mission. We can’t afford a conflict at this crucial moment. I can tell that the young guy is not easy to handle."

The shirted man shook the other man’s hand off ungratefully, walked out with a dark complexion, "Kid, this isn’t over. You’d better not cross paths with me."

Zhang Xian sneered, not bothering to dwell on it. Since these men carried guns, they were no average small-time gangsters.

The security guards knew that the three middle-aged men had started the fight, so they didn’t blame Zhang Xian, instead they smiled and asked, "Brother, are you alright? You’ve got rather good skills!"

Zhang Xian laughed and shook his head, saying, "I’m fine; it didn’t really turn into a proper fight."

"Alright, you folks carry on with your drinks, call me if you need anything." The head guard left with his colleagues while smiling.

Fu Meiting gently patted Zhang Xian’s shoulder and laughed, "Sorry for causing trouble for you again. But with you around, I feel secure."

Zhang Xian just smiled and said, "Let’s drink!"

...

By the time they left the bar, it was already eight in the evening.

Zhang Xian first attended to his bodily needs, then he drove Fu Meiting home in his BMW.

"Zhang Xian..." Fu Meiting didn’t step out of the car and instead turned towards Zhang Xian and asked, "Since we’re already here, not joining in for a drink? I’d like to chat with you, discuss life and stuff."

Zhang Xian chuckled and said, "Well, I’ve been out since afternoon, so I thought I’d head back earlier."

Fu Meiting gave a self-mocking laugh and said, "You’re thinking of the beauties at home, huh? I know that they’re way better than me. You can go."

"Um..." Zhang Xian replied awkwardly, "Meiting, it’s not like that. And you know how you look right? Everyone has their charm. Compared to them, you all are special in your own way."

Fu Meiting pushed open the car door and said, "Don’t comfort me, just go!"

Zhang Xian quickly added, "Damn, Meiting, I’m not trying to comfort you. I’m just stating facts, speaking the absolute truth."

"So, you’re coming inside for a bit?"

Zhang Xian scratched his head, didn’t resist anymore and walked into the apartment complex with Fu Meiting.

Women, for sure, are a headache; hard to deal with! This Sister is giving him a tough time, making it hard for him to refuse her, intentionally or not.

"Zhang Xian, you fell for it today."

Entering the house, Fu Meiting shut the door, leaned against it and giggled, "Today, I have to take you, a virgin."

Zhang Xian widened his eyes and asked, "Sister Meiting, are you joking with me? That’s not funny!"

"Who’s joking with you?" Fu Meiting moved closer to Zhang Xian and seductively whispered, "Don’t you like me? How many people lust for my body, do you know? I’ve kept myself pure for twenty-eight years, just waiting for a man I fancy. Now that I’ve taken a liking to you, you’re rejecting me? Do you think it’s easy for me?"

Overwhelmed by the warm, sweet smell from Fu Meiting’s breath, Zhang Xian was finding it hard to resist, "Sister Meiting, no... we can’t... you get me?"

Fu Meiting paused for a moment, then laughed, "Making a baby? Let’s do it! I don’t mind."

"God..." Zhang Xian was stunned, "Sister Meiting, please don’t tempt me. I can’t take it! I’m not a saint."

Fu Meiting laughed and said, "Zhang Xian, I know you have reservations. But I have no intention of tying you down. Today, you don’t have to feel burdened, just take what’s freely offered, I won’t make trouble for you."

Zhang Xian’s eyes lit up, "Really? You’re not lying to me?"