Urban's Fury: The War Dragon God
Chapter 377: Flaunting Affection

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Flaunting Affection

Fuck.

Xiao Yu couldn’t believe his eyes; these two were actually sitting at the candlelit dinner table he had set up, and it infuriated him to no end.

"Get up, is this where you belong? Take a piss and look in the mirror."

Without another word, Xiao Yu raised his foot to kick, but Li Feng, with a snort through his nose, quickly grabbed a dinner fork from the table and, with a push of his foot, slid his chair back, driving the fork straight through the sole of Xiao Yu’s shoe.

"Ah!"

Xiao Yu screamed in agony and fell to the ground once more, this time the shout was especially piercing.

Li Feng pulled his chair back and looked at Wang Jin’er.

"I’ve been abroad."

"Oh," Wang Jin’er furrowed her brows, "Abroad? What for?"

"Handled a business deal, made a bit of extra cash."

Wang Jin’er murmured with a hum, "How come I don’t know about any international business for Myth Communication?"

"I didn’t say it was Myth Communication’s business, did I? With the Century Group matter still unresolved, what business could Myth possibly have?"

Clearly unsatisfied with Li Feng’s response, Wang Jin’er retorted, "Li Feng, don’t you try to pull the wool over my eyes. We’re supposed to get married. Do you really think it’s okay to brush me off like this?"

Wang Jin’er glared with a touch of childish temper in her eyes, which shimmered slightly. She had to get to the bottom of this today; after all, he just disappeared without a trace for five days as if he had evaporated from this world - unreachable by phone, and nowhere to be found.

It was then Wang Jin’er realized how little she truly knew about her future husband-to-be; the knowledge was woefully inadequate.

Although they had met many times before and even worked together, while they had not reached the level of sickening sweetness, they had shared some intimate moments reserved for couples.

She thought she knew Li Feng’s biggest secret: that he was the illegitimate son of Uncle Li. But apparently, that was just what she thought.

"Do you really want to know?"

Li Feng pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one up, and Wang Jin’er nodded resolutely: "Yes."

Li Feng exhaled a puff of smoke and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, it’s a bit complicated, but I’ll keep it short – the business I was doing abroad was big, over a hundred tons of gold, more than twenty billion Federation Coins, and as for the sundry antiques, I didn’t even bother to count, but they’re worth a fortune."

Wang Jin’er was all ears, ready to hear what Li Feng really had to say, but when she heard him talking nonsense without rhyme or reason, she got really annoyed.

"Li Feng, do you think I’m a three-year-old? You can’t even be bothered to convince me? I am really angry, seriously angry."

"Keep eating."

Not even storytellers would dare to spin a tale like this.

Wang Jin’er was about to walk away when Li Feng stood up and grabbed her arm.

"Ah!"

Wang Jin’er exclaimed in surprise as Li Feng picked her up and put her on his lap, her cheeks flushed red as she tried to struggle free, "Let me go, you jerk."

"Not letting go."

"And won’t let go even if it kills me."

Li Feng buried his head in Wang Jin’er’s embrace, which turned her face and ears crimson with shyness. Feeling Li Feng’s hot breath, Wang Jin’er didn’t struggle anymore, somehow, staying like this seemed pretty good.

Chen Xiaote, pushing the dining cart out, saw Wang Jin’er sitting on the lap of his old classmate, not resisting, and internally exclaimed "Fuck."

Damn brother, nicely done.

This works too.

Although he didn’t know the background of Wang Jin’er, any girl who is beautiful, with a good figure and charming demeanor, definitely has no shortage of suitors. Of course, the prettier and more charming the girl, the higher the caliber of men pursuing her.

Take this girl, for instance, even he, the manager of this top-tier restaurant with an annual salary of half a million, wouldn’t dare to chase her. It’s only someone like Xiao Yu, with tens or hundreds of billions behind him, who could pursue her so unabashedly.

His old classmate had no background, and although he was a top student in school, being a bookworm didn’t guarantee success in society nowadays – it all still came down to connections and background.

"Cough."

"This is the order we placed earlier, all the finest ingredients, prepared by the top chefs. Hurry up and finish, then you can leave. Please, I’m begging you."

Chen Xiaote said.

"For my sake."

"Everyone is responsible for his own actions. Look, old classmate, you shouldn’t get involved. Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult for you."

"Suit yourself then."

Chen Xiaote looked at Li Feng’s obstinate expression. Women truly were a bane.

"Come on, open up."

Li Feng had cut a piece of steak and stretched it toward Wang Jin’er, who was sitting on his lap. Wang Jin’er felt a little flustered inside at Li Feng’s feeding gesture, but she opened her mouth anyway.

"How’s the taste?"

"Humph, are you asking me if it tastes good or not?"

Li Feng cut a piece for himself and put it into his mouth, "Hmm, it’s actually pretty good." He cut another piece and offered it to Wang Jin’er.

Wang Jin’er pouted; it didn’t feel right to refuse the meat right in front of her. Forget it, she might as well eat. But that didn’t mean her anger had subsided.

Xiao Yu lay on the ground, watching the two of them feed each other like flaunting their love. It made him feel as sick as a dog.

"I’m sorry, but we...!"

"Get out of the way."

A few brash gangsters pushed aside the server blocking the gate, "F*ck, keep jabbering, and see if I don’t slap you."

Xiao Yu, lying on the ground, turned his head to see the group that had walked in, and a look of relief crossed his face.

"Tiger, you finally came."

"Brother Yu, who did this to you, f*cking hell, why haven’t you helped Brother Yu up yet?"

A burly man with a scar on his face slapped one of his subordinates across the face.

"That little punk over there."

"Tiger, you break his legs, all three of them, and I’ll give you three hundred thousand."

Xiao Yu pointed at Li Feng and shouted loudly.

"Damn, what a babe, she’s a real looker. Tiger, keeping her to warm the bed would be nice."

A gangster with an edgy haircut eyed Wang Jin’er, who was sitting on Li Feng’s lap, and made a lewd comment.

Suddenly, a wine bottle spun through the air, heading straight for them.

Crash.

The gangster with the edgy haircut, who had been talking to his boss, was hit on the head with the wine bottle, which shattered on impact, spilling red wine down his neck.

"F*ck, he dared to fight back, must be sick of living."

Another thug hadn’t expected that despite being outnumbered, the other side hadn’t pissed themselves with fear but had even dared to strike first.

Immediately, he raised the baseball bat in his hand.

"There’s a lot of them, be careful."

Wang Jin’er looked at the twenty-something people opposite them. Despite her anger, she couldn’t help worrying – it’s always the frequent stroller by the river who gets his shoes wet.

Now she regretted her little fit of temper a bit.

"Just relax, even if there were many times more of them, they couldn’t hurt a single hair on me."