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Fang Dongxun had seen many shameless people, but he had never encountered someone who dared to speak so impudently in front of him.

Being Mr. Fang was intimidating enough, and coupled with his usual way of handling things, many people were afraid of him, trembling in his presence, and didn’t dare to speak loudly.

Even other scions and ladies of similar status didn’t dare to act so recklessly in front of him.

Luo Ziling was the first to dare to speak like this and humiliate him to his face.

Fang Dongxun knew that Luo Ziling wasn’t just good at holding his liquor, but his martial skills were also outstanding. Last time, even after being injured, he was able to incapacitate two assassins. He was somewhat wary of such a skilled person. What was more important was that Luo Ziling showed no fear when facing him.

Last time, facing so many prestigious young masters, Luo Ziling wasn’t afraid either.

This made Fang Dongxun even more cautious.

If Yang Qingyin was willing to be with him, and the Ouyang sisters were favoring him, how could his identity be simple?

He didn’t know what exactly Luo Ziling’s identity was, as the most famous wealthy families didn’t have such a person.

But Fang Dongxun also knew that Luo Ziling’s identity must be extraordinary, hence he didn’t rashly lose his temper.

At that moment, Luo Ziling had finished eating. He threw down his chopsticks, took another sip of tea, and then stood up, “Thank you, Mr. Fang, for the invitation. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first.”

As he spoke, he gave Fang Dongxun a fist salute as a gesture of thanks, then turned around and walked away.

Fang Dongxun was stunned. By the time Luo Ziling opened the door and walked out, he hadn’t come back to his senses.

When he regained his composure, Luo Ziling had already disappeared without a trace. He asked the two bodyguards at the door, who said that Luo Ziling had already gone downstairs.

Fang Dongxun was immediately furious. After returning to his seat, he swept everything on the table onto the floor, cursed Luo Ziling thoroughly, and vowed to take revenge, to make sure Luo Ziling would regret it.

After having his fill in the private room, Luo Ziling left straight away.

Once outside the cafe, he felt elated, a sense of triumph he had never experienced before welled up in him.

It turned out that, toying with a wealthy second-generation felt this wonderful; he couldn’t help but hum a little tune.

Just then, his phone rang. It was a call from Yang Qingyin, so he quickly picked up.

“Senior Sister, have you finished with your business?” His voice also radiated happiness.

“Junior Brother, what was that just now?” After finishing her business, Yang Qingyin recalled the situation when Luo Ziling had called her. The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was amiss, so she called Luo Ziling to understand the situation better.

“It was nothing, just joking with you,” Luo Ziling didn’t want to share what had just happened with Yang Qingyin, just like he hadn’t wanted to tell her about Lu Weiguang’s threat last time.

Thinking of Lu Weiguang, Luo Ziling suddenly felt that this well-known campus heartthrob from Yan University had been keeping a low profile lately. He had heard from Cao Jianhui that in previous years, Lu Weiguang always hosted the welcoming parties, but this year, he was conspicuously absent, which was strange.

Could it be that after being struck a blow, Lu Weiguang decided to keep a low profile and didn’t dare to show his face in front of his classmates anymore?

Luo Ziling knew that another guy, who was the first to challenge him, Li Jiaqing, had already left Yan University and seemed to have transferred elsewhere to study. That was the consequence of Ling Ruonan and Ouyang Feifei’s joint interference. Although he felt it shouldn’t have been done that way, since the two women’s double act resulted in this, he had let it be.

“There must be something,” Yang Qingyin wasn’t easily pacified, “Spill it, or else… hmph, wait for my punishment!”

“How are you going to punish me? Want to eat me up?” Luo Ziling joked.

“I don’t want to eat you at all,” Yang Qingyin replied, a bit annoyed and embarrassed, “Just tell me what happened just now, did Fang Dongxun look for you?”

“Do I have to say it?”

“You must say it!”

“Can I not say it? What’s in it for me if I do?”

“No benefits if you say it, but you’ll be in trouble if you don’t!”

“You can’t threaten a pure and kind young man like that!” Luo Ziling said with a depressed face to his phone, “What should I do if I get scared?”

“I can’t stand you anymore, I feel like throwing up my lunch,” Yang Qingyin was getting frantic on the other end of the phone, “Tell me, Ziling, did you get startled by something just now?”

Without waiting for Luo Ziling to answer, she pressed on with another question: “If you don’t answer my previous question, I’ll go see a movie with Fang Dongxun myself tonight.”

“Please don’t, absolutely don’t,” Luo Ziling quickly changed his tune, “I just insulted him for half the day, if you go see a movie with him tonight, wouldn’t that be a slap in my face?”

“So it really is like that!” Yang Qingyin wasn’t overly proud of her correct guess, and was even a bit teeth-grindingly angry, “That’s too much. Let’s not talk about it over the phone, we’ll meet later and you can tell me in detail about your encounter with him.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling could only agree.

At four in the afternoon, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin met at the place where they were having dinner.

The location was chosen by Yang Qingyin, a restaurant famous for its Northwest flavors.

The two of them booked a private room.

“Senior sister, did you not have enough for lunch, which is why we’re having dinner so early?” Luo Ziling joked as they sat down.

“I’m here to hear you out, and once that’s done, we can have dinner,” Yang Qingyin glanced at her wristwatch, “I think an hour should be enough to go over everything, right?”

“That won’t be necessary,” Luo Ziling shook his head like a rattle-drum, “There’s not that much to tell.”

“Hurry up and confess,” Yang Qingyin grabbed two chopsticks, pointing them at Luo Ziling’s throat, “If you don’t honestly confess today’s events, you’ll face family discipline.”

Luo Ziling, who was drinking tea, almost choked, coughed twice, and then, holding back laughter, asked, “What kind of family discipline? Whose family discipline is it? It must be the Luo Family’s, right?”

Yang Qingyin thought for a moment, threw down the chopsticks, reached out with her small hands to pinch Luo Ziling’s ears, and shouted angrily, “You’re being so disobedient, is there no law anymore? Do you need a more severe punishment?”

Luo Ziling caught Yang Qingyin’s hands and took the opportunity to take a small advantage, then finally said with a giggle, “Alright, I’ll confess honestly and tell you everything.”

Eventually, under the “tyranny” of Yang Qingyin, Luo Ziling told her about the events that had occurred at lunchtime, including the incident with the Longjing tea. While Luo Ziling was recounting the events, Yang Qingyin did not interrupt, simply listening quietly, although her face was growing gradually darker.

“Heh, things have barely started and he’s already threatening you,” Yang Qingyin said coldly with a sneer after Luo Ziling finished, “I really didn’t expect that he would do that.”

“It’s not so bad; otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to have a free lunch and drink such great Longjing tea. I got quite a bargain!”

As a result, Yang Qingyin, who was drinking tea, choked and started coughing violently.