Chapter 318: You Really Don't Remember Me?

On the top floor of the Fengfan Club, there is a hidden Supreme Private Room.

Pushing open the heavy solid wood door, a sense of luxury yet elegance rushed at me.

The decor of the private room is extremely refined; the floor is a single piece of top‑grade red wood, and the walls display several paintings that already look extremely valuable.

The most striking feature is the huge floor‑to‑ceiling Window on the front of the room; standing before it, the entire night view of Jiangcheng is fully captured.

And this place is undoubtedly Nanxi's private domain; ordinary people can't even claim the right to approach, let alone enter.

Jiang Feng followed Nanxi into the private room, his gaze casually sweeping around, and felt a slight surprise in his heart.

This Boss Nan truly isn't just ordinarily powerful.

Nanxi smiled and walked to the bar, picking up a bottle of red wine and two goblets.

She elegantly uncorked the bottle, the dark red wine slowly flowing into the glasses, and a rich wine aroma spreading.

"Mr. Jiang, please sit."

Nanxi held the two glasses, smiling to signal Jiang Feng to sit.

The two sat opposite each other on the central sofa of the private room, and Nanxi handed one glass of red wine to Jiang Feng.

"Try it, how does the wine taste?"

Jiang Feng took the glass, gave it a gentle swirl twice, then took a sip.

The rich wine aroma spread in his mouth, the texture smooth, the aftertaste lingering—truly a rare fine wine.

He nodded slightly, genuinely praising.

"Not bad, the flavor is great... even feels a bit familiar."

For some reason, while drinking this wine, he was reminded of the wine he once brewed himself on Kunlun.

Hearing Jiang Feng's praise, Nanxi's smile grew brighter, and she proudly said.

"This is a home‑brewed grape wine from my Lan Country winery, its taste truly unique."

"If Mr. Jiang likes it, I'll send a few fresh bottles each year, just a small token between friends."

Jiang Feng smiled and shook his head, placing the glass on the tea table before him, politely refusing.

"Thank you for the kindness, Boss Nan, but I'm not accustomed to these foreign drinks; I still find Chinese baijiu more to my taste."

He shifted his tone, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.

"I'm not sure why, Boss Nan, you insist on offering me this wine?"

Jiang Feng vaguely sensed that Nanxi was unfathomable, appearing charming yet her mind as deep as the sea; especially since she had previously killed two Grandmasters without hesitation, showing she is also decisive in killing.

Thus, deep down he did not want to get entangled with her, lest unnecessary trouble arise.

Nanxi heard this and simply gave a light laugh.

She tilted her head slightly; under the light, the contour of her profile was graceful, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Her gaze was even more enchanting, as if it could ensnare one's soul.

"I just felt an instant kinship with Mr. Jiang, so I wanted to befriend you."

Nanxi's voice was soft, melodious, with a hint of coquettishness.

"Of course, I also hope Mr. Jiang will come often to look after the Fengfan Club's business."

Her gaze locked tightly on Jiang Feng.

That look was scorching and overly seductive.

Even Jiang Feng couldn't help his heart flutter slightly.

But he quickly regained composure, his eyes bearing a hint of wariness.

Jiang Feng deliberately smiled, his tone tinged with a bit of teasing.

"Heh, Boss Nan really knows how to joke. Who would know that the Fengfan Club is Jiangcheng's famous gold‑selling pit, a casual game there yields astronomical sums; a regular person like me doesn't have the money to come here and indulge often."

He seemed to recall something, half‑jokingly saying.

"Oh right, the Ma Jian and Duanmu Hongjie who came with me are both Eldest Sons of the Jiangnan Nine Great Families. Such talents should be distinguished guests that Boss Nan should pay attention to; if Boss Nan wants to attract business, perhaps interact more with them."

Nanxi, upon hearing Jiang Feng's words, immediately let out a light laugh.

She didn't restrain it; her laugh was crisp and pleasant, like a silver bell.

The curve of her chest rose and fell with each smile and frown, exuding countless charms that made onlookers' hearts race.

After laughing for a while, Nanxi gradually subdued her smile, her gaze still carrying amusement.

"Mr. Jiang really knows how to joke. As a Top-level Alchemist, could you still be short of money? One supreme Elixir can sell for over a hundred billion, and the Fengfan Club's spending is merely a drop in the bucket for you."

She paused, then shifted her tone, becoming serious.

"Of course, I, Nanxi, never make money off my friends."

Speaking, Nanxi took a card from her handbag and handed it to Jiang Feng.

It was a black‑gold card, its material looking extremely special, the surface shimmering faintly, with no superfluous designs.

"This is our Fengfan Club's Supreme Card; the whole club has only a handful of them."

"As long as Mr. Jiang presents this card, all expenses in our club are free, even exchanging chips at the casino has no cap. This card is given to Mr. Jiang as a token from me, Nanxi."

Upon hearing this, even Jiang Feng couldn't help but be stunned.

He knew how precious the Fengfan Club's Supreme Card was; he had heard Ma Jian mention it before, and even top bigwigs from Jiangnan and Jiangbei might not obtain one.

Now Nanxi was giving it to him so easily, with such generous terms, confirming to him that Nanxi's motives for approaching him were certainly not simple.

Jiang Feng's brows furrowed slightly; he did not take the Supreme Card, but simply shook his head.

"Boss Nan, I accept no reward without merit. We have only just met, and I truly cannot see why you value me so highly."

His tone was firm, without any hesitation.

"If Boss Nan is unwilling to state your purpose directly, then please excuse me, Jiang, from taking my leave. This Supreme Card, please take it back, Boss Nan."

Having said that, Jiang Feng stood up and, without hesitation, turned to leave.

But just as Jiang Feng turned, a burst of strong fragrance Suddenly drifted to his nose tip.

He subconsciously halted his Foot, only to see Nanxi's silhouette drifting over like a ghostly specter.

That speed was extreme, like a fleeting afterimage, and in an instant it stood before him.

Jiang Feng's eyes flickered in an instant, and his heart was incomparably shocked!

Because the movement Southern Stream just performed, he was very familiar with it, for it is the secret movement Six Clouds Step exclusive to their Sect!

But the Kunlun where Jiang Feng resides is a hidden world Sect, and Six Clouds Step is even the Core technique within the Sect, never passed outward!

How could Nanxi possess this movement?

At this moment, the charming Laughter on Nanxi's face vanished, replaced by a faint trace of sorrow.

She looked at Jiang Feng, her voice also carrying a hint of grievance.

"Jiang Junior Brother, it seems you truly don't remember me?"