Urban Immortal Doctor Master
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164: 164: An Uninvited Guest [Please Favorite] 164: 164: An Uninvited Guest [Please Favorite] “Sister Qing Wan, you came to the party too?” Liao Qingyan finally showed a hint of a smile as Tang Feng looked at the two women curiously.

“You two know each other?”

“More than just know each other, Sister Qing Wan is my senior sister,” Liao Qingyan said.

“You’re also from Jinhai?”

“Of course, and how do you know Sister Qing Wan?” Liao Qingyan was surprised, as she didn’t know that the connection was quite something beyond explanation.

“Of course, I know her, and she is as closely related to me as you are.” Tang Feng’s words shocked Liao Qingyan completely.

She looked at Mu Qingwan, seeing the affection in the elder sister’s eyes—anyone could have seen it.

“Please, can the two of you stop showing off your love?

Is dinner ready?

I’m starving,” Xiao Ya said with a touch of chill in her voice, clearly annoyed.

“Come on, Sister Xiao, you really want to embrace being a foodie, huh?

I remember vividly how you ate last time, and with more people tonight, maybe keep a little more to yourself,” Tang Feng said with a laugh.

“You little brat, bringing up my past like that, are you asking for trouble?” Xiao Ya said angrily.

“Afraid of you?

Come on, I dare you, let’s have a big battle for three hundred rounds, you’re no match for me on any battlefield,” Tang Feng replied, grinning.

“Humph!

I’m not falling for that, a good woman doesn’t fight with men.

Yao Xin, Jing Yu, let’s go,” Xiao Ya and the other two women headed towards the hall.

Mu Qingwan didn’t get a chance to speak with Tang Feng and was dragged by Liao Qingyan into the living room.

Well, everyone really showed their colors.

These women are all but simple.

Frankly speaking, if they practiced cultivation, those women in the Cultivation World wouldn’t stand a chance.

Would not even know how they were played.

Heaven didn’t grant them formidable strengths but bestowed upon them demon-like intelligence.

Better offend a gentleman than a lady, because they never reason with you.

Fortunately, the arrival of Zou Mei and Lin Xuexian provided some solace to Tang Feng.

This mother and daughter duo seemed to be the most obedient to him.

“You two are the last to arrive.

It must have been tough,” Tang Feng went over to greet the mother and daughter.

“Brother Feng, I—I bought a gift but I’m not sure if your aunt will like it.” Lin Xuexian appeared shy, while Zou Mei pretended to be more serious, and the more she did that, the more Tang Feng felt infatuated.

“It’s the thought that counts.

Don’t worry too much.

Come into the living room, let them handle the dishes,” Tang Feng led the two into the villa.

There were a dozen women in the living room, each top-notch in their own way—mature, innocent, aloof, and feisty.

And among all these spectacular women, Tang Feng was the only man.

This fortune was simply unspeakable, one that would easily make anyone jealous to death.

“Everyone is here, let’s get to know each other.

You’re all women, so there shouldn’t be too many taboos.

We’ll start in ten minutes.

Tonight the weather is perfect, and the night is too beautiful,” Tang Feng rarely got poetic.

Upstairs, after spending more than ten minutes getting dressed, Murong Qinglan came down looking like a fairy from the heavens, with every step filled with affection.

In that moment, her eyes probably saw only Tang Feng,

She thought he had forgotten, but instead, he surprised her enormously.

Not only had he prepared an evening gift, but also a birthday gift, and even invited so many people to celebrate her birthday.

As a woman, to say she wasn’t moved would be a lie.

Tang Feng smiled and nodded slightly.

His aunt’s charm was unmatched, and she was the star of the evening, outshining every other woman there.

Even though most of them might have looked prettier than Murong Qinglan, no one could compare to her in terms of aura and how her attire complemented her.

Tonight, she was the princess.

“So beautiful!”

The women exclaimed in admiration; they were envious.

To have a man prepare all this for them one day would be such an honor.

A woman’s greatest wish is to become the treasure in a man’s heart, held in his palm, cherished within his heart.

“Today, the villa’s temperature is at twenty-five degrees, so you can all take off your coats.

After eating, feel free to swim to your heart’s content.

This place is like a small world; you will feel quite exceptional,” Tang Feng said with a smile.

The women were stunned.

No wonder it felt rather warm; they thought it was just the living room, not expecting the entire villa to be as warm as summer.

How did he do that?

For Han Jing and the others, their curiosity was overwhelming.

They felt that Tang Feng was like a vortex, continuously drawing them into its center.

As the women stepped out of the villa, indeed, they felt not a hint of chill—could the entire villa be heated?

Outdoor heating, how revolutionary.

Mu Qingwan and the others did know a bit though.

Such feats could naturally only be achieved by Tang Feng.

The things happening around him were no longer a surprise to them.

Mei Ling brought four women among whom one took the role of an impromptu host.

Everyone took their seats at the table as Tang Feng, holding Murong Qinglan’s hand, walked onto the stage.

First to speak was Tang Feng, who thanked his aunt for everything she had done for him, hoped that their birthdays could always be celebrated together, promised to take care of Murong Qinglan, and gifted her a pair of earrings and a necklace that he had crafted, both spiritual artifacts.

Murong Qinglan cried.

She felt that everything she had done was worthwhile; she was not alone.

Although she couldn’t be with Tang Feng constantly, they held each other in their hearts, the impressions etched into their souls, likely indelible even in death.

She expressed her hopes for Tang Feng’s happiness and made a playful joke, inviting the many women below to make an effort to win over this handsome and capable man.

Then, the resident singer took the stage, and the dinner below began.

Tang Feng and Murong Qinglan sat at one table while the rest of the women arranged themselves.

The Red Tiger Alliance employees working at the villa were also fortunate to occupy two tables, a first in their lives.

Murong Qinglan was enveloped in happiness.

All the grievances of the past half month disappeared; she wished this moment could last forever.

The other women quickly got along, clinking glasses, playing rock-paper-scissors, joking around; the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Onstage, Yang Zixin’s singing was sweet, touching the heart and soul, making everyone’s mood much lighter.

After dinner, everyone sat together, eating fruit and drinking tea to aid digestion, discussing life.

The women couldn’t help but wish they could live this way every day.

People work so hard and get so tired; isn’t it just to have such days?

They knew that the gaps between people were sometimes lifelong and unbridgeable.

To tell the truth, for women to live such a life is ten times, a hundred times easier than for men—as long as they’re bold enough, open enough.

They might not have status, but money was still within easy reach.

On the third floor of the villa, there was a large living room with several mahjong tables set up.

Since there were rooms available, everyone planned on staying the night there.

After sitting for a while, those who wanted to swim went into the water, those who wanted to play mahjong went upstairs, those who wanted to continue chatting stayed in the garden, while Tang Feng chatted with Yang Zixin and Mei Ling.

Given her singing skills, she could easily be popular.

Seeing her perform tonight, Tang Feng decided to give her a chance.

“Ling’er, Zixin has a wonderful voice.

Think of a way to bring her up another level, don’t let her talent go to waste in our bar,” he said.

“I understand, Brother Feng,” Mei Ling responded without any hesitation.

Tang Feng’s word was law to her; she was utterly obedient.

Ever since her powers had rapidly improved, she mentally revered Tang Feng as a divine being.

She felt extremely fortunate that Tang Feng had chosen to work with the Red Tiger Alliance; otherwise, she might never have crossed paths with him.

Yang Zixin was thrilled.

She understood the weight of Tang Feng’s words; she could almost predict that she was going to become famous.