Chapter 51

First Volume, Chapter 51: It's All a Misunderstanding

Ning Hu's face turned ashen, his fists clenched tight, tendons bulging on his forehead, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to tear Qin Feng into pieces.

"What are you doing?!"

In an instant, Ning Hu's roar seemed to echo throughout the entire Ji Wang Fu, truly resembling a tiger's roar in the mountains—but mostly it was the outrage of catching lovers in bed.

Facing Ning Hu's furious charge, Qin Feng—who had just moments ago worn the face of a "dominant CEO"—changed expression instantly, ducking behind Xie Yun'er, feigning shock: "Who else is here? I get it—you've been eavesdropping on us? How shameless!"

These words nearly drove Ning Hu to death.

As for shamelessness, no one in Jingdu could match Qin Feng.

Ning Hu gritted his teeth: "Qin, if you've got guts, fight me to the death—the winner gets Yun'er."

Fight to the death? What a joke! Qin Feng sneered inwardly—he was destined to become Jingdu's richest man; wine pools and meat forests, three wives and four concubines—all lay ahead. This body's only value was to be squeezed dry by wine, lust, wealth, and greed—not to be wasted in a deadly brawl.

Peeking out from behind Xie Yun'er, Qin Feng asked in surprise: "The winner gets Yun'er?"

Seeing Qin Feng's hands gripping Xie Yun'er's waist—and her utterly unresponsive demeanor—Ning Hu's chest tightened with rage, and he roared: "Yes! Whoever wins, she's his!"

At once, Qin Feng shook his head firmly: "Whoever wins gets her? What do you think Yun'er is? Merchandise? Yun'er is a living person—I'd never degrade her like that."

Ning Hu was a straightforward man who always solved problems with fists. Hearing Qin Feng's words, he realized his phrasing was flawed—but had no way to retract it, leaving him so furious his vision swam.

Li Rui and Cheng Fa exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with a wry smile.

Li Rui whispered urgently: "This guy's always sharp-tongued; no Noble Youth in Jingzhong can match his verbal skills. My advice? Don't waste words—just go beat him senseless! Only fists speak his language."

Cheng Fa jumped in: "Exactly! Are you just going to stand there while Xie's daughter is stolen? You know this Qin Feng is a regular at the Hua Fang—he'll inevitably betray Xie Yun'er."

With Li Rui and Cheng Fa stoking the fire, Ning Hu couldn't help but explode.

He gritted his teeth and charged toward the Cool Pavilion—but took only a few steps before stopping, for Xie Yun'er's body was trembling violently.

Dazed by Qin Feng's crude, earthy endearments, Xie Yun'er finally snapped back to reality—and felt something wrong with her waist. She looked down and saw two sneaky hands, one on each side, pressed firmly against her hips.

As an unmarried maiden, if this got out, the damage would be far worse than a mole on her waist—how could she ever marry after being touched there?

Ashamed and furious, Xie Yun'er raised her whip to strike—but Qin Feng always stayed behind her; whenever she turned, he turned with her, making it impossible to hit him.

Xie Yun'er bit her lip, suddenly spun the opposite way—and caught Qin Feng off guard. His hands slid instinctively around her waist, and… since he'd been hunched over, his entire face ended up nearly pressed against her chest. An unprecedented sense of shame flooded her chest completely.

"You damn bastard, let go… right now! People are watching!" Xie Yun'er cried, panicked.

As a maiden, she'd never had such intimate contact with a man—her strength drained instantly. Each time she raised her whip, it fell weakly, like a feather.

"Let go! If anyone sees—"

Xie Yun'er had planned to threaten Qin Feng—if she couldn't marry, she'd kill him—but the words died on her lips.

Qin Feng dared not let go—he'd be flayed alive if he did—so he clung tightly to her waist, preventing her from striking back.

Unaware, this scene looked to Ning Hu like nothing but playful flirting.

Rage! Unprecedented rage!

His fingers creaked loudly under the strain: "Graaah… graaah…"

Then, the entire Pian Yuan echoed with Ning Hu's roar: "Qin Feng, you've asked for death—I won't hold back!"

Ning Hu no longer hesitated—he charged straight for the Cool Pavilion.

Watching Ning Hu's furious state, Li Rui rejoiced inwardly: "Hah! This Qin Feng is begging for death—he knows Ning Hu loves Xie Yun'er, yet dares provoke him openly. Watch—he'll be beaten to death right here."

Cheng Fa was also excited, but hesitated: "Will Ning Hu really kill Qin Feng in public? After all, Qin Feng is the Ministry of War's Minister's son."

Li Rui snorted coldly: "You don't understand. Ning Hu's a fool—he's lost his head to rage. There's nothing he won't do. Even if he kills Qin Feng? One life for another—he's got the guts for it…"

Li Rui deliberately stretched out the word "guts," mocking Ning Hu's reckless bravery.

Qin Feng, still clinging to Xie Yun'er, saw Ning Hu charging and leapt backward, scrambling onto a bench and gripping a pillar with a forced smile: "Ning… Ning Young Master, anger is the devil—calm down! I'm the Ministry of War's Minister's son—if anything happens to me, my father won't let this go."

Ning Hu's teeth ground together: "Enough talk! A man answers for his own deeds—I'll kill you first, then turn myself in to the Jingzhong Magistrate!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward—

Crack!

Xie Yun'er's whip lashed down in front of Ning Hu, her face icy: "Move aside. Qin Feng is mine."

All her shyness had turned to fury—she wanted to devour Qin Feng alive. Only by killing this shameless lecher could she quench her rage.

But the speaker meant nothing—the listener heard something else.

To Ning Hu, her words sounded like protection for Qin Feng. He demanded: "Is Qin Feng really that important?"

Xie Yun'er had no patience to explain—her focus was entirely on Qin Feng.

Ning Hu grew even angrier—now that Qin Feng was here, Xie Yun'er had completely ignored him. He roared in fury and ignored her, charging again at Qin Feng.

Seeing Ning Hu dare to compete with her for him, Xie Yun'er's rage boiled over—without a word, she whipped him.

Ning Hu snatched the whip out of the air with one hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.