Chapter 207: Chapter 207: The Capable Are Omnipotent (Second Update)

Feng Jun found an excuse for himself, and his mindset was pretty much adjusted.

He even started to wonder if there were many beautiful female cultivators among those in the mobile phone plane. Wouldn’t there be?

Isn’t that right? Perhaps after a female cultivator’s cultivation level becomes profound, she could even slightly adjust her appearance and figure—after all, cosmetic surgery exists in the technology plane, would the cultivation plane really be that far behind?

As he was distracted by these messy thoughts, he didn’t notice the girl cutting in and even reproaching him!

“Do you need to exaggerate that much?” Feng Jun felt somewhat wronged but couldn’t be bothered with her, simply turning his head to look at Gao Qiang, waiting for him to stand up for justice—her behavior wasn’t very polite towards you.

However, one glance and he knew he couldn’t rely on this special forces soldier—he was completely captivated!

So, he turned his gaze to Yuan Huapeng.

For a moment, Third Master Yuan also seemed a bit lost, but thinking of his wife in the private room, he quickly snapped out of it, bowed his head to sip his tea, not lifting his eyelids to cover up any momentary absent-mindedness.

Seeing he couldn’t count on either of them, Feng Jun had to speak up for himself, otherwise, the other party’s aura would become even harder to control.

He gave a slight smile, “Beauty, my little trick surely couldn’t escape your notice.”

The term “beauty” nowadays is a broad reference to gender, much like the overused term “miss.”

But hearing him say this, Gao Qiang and Yuan Huapeng both glanced at him—using “beauty” for such enchanting beauty felt too…flippant?

Yu Qingzhu, hearing this, took an even dimmer view of the man. Fortunately, there were others present, so she couldn’t be as outspoken as last time in the underground parking lot.

So she just gave him a cold look, “It’s fine to have trivial abilities, as long as you’re down-to-earth, you can still make something of yourself.”

Feng Jun couldn’t help but jab at her again, “Don’t you think our interjections are quite impolite?”

We’re the ones interrupting other people’s conversation, please come back to your senses.

Yu Qingzhu looked at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “Do you think it’s appropriate for us…to use ‘we’ between us?”

The goddess might be beautiful, but she was too aloof to deign to be on an equal footing with Feng Jun.

Of course, she said this for a reason: Feng was Xia Xiaoyu’s type, and she was standing up for her good sister. So, she had to keep a distance from him, lest this guy gets the wrong idea and wrongs her good sister.

After all, she was just too confident…believing firmly that her beauty was unbeatable, even by a childhood friend’s boyfriend.

Feng Jun was somewhat upset by her words and scoffed, “Fine, you’re impolite on your own then.”

He said this without any burden; after all, wasn’t Yu Qingzhu the one who interrupted first?

Yu Qingzhu was quick-witted and easily caught the implication in his words. She was about to retort when her eyebrows shot up.

“Alright, Qingzhu,” Xia Xiaoyu gently tugged at her, “He’s my brother’s war buddy, and he used to take me out to play a lot when I was little.”

Yu Qingzhu’s momentum paused, then gradually deflated, but she still gave Feng Jun a light look, murmuring softly, “Xiaoyu, I suddenly understand you a bit more now.”

In her view, this guy, who was a clubhouse waiter a few months back and somehow struck it rich overnight, couldn’t shake off the petty urbanite tendencies at his core.

Even when confronting girls, he was crass and argumentative, truly without much class.

So, Yu Qingzhu thought, whether Xiaoyu and this man didn’t get along, if they didn’t have much to do with each other…that might not be a bad thing.

At that moment, she felt that her efforts to bring the two together had been a ridiculous waste of time.

Originally, Feng could have gained the support of the Xia Family, but since you’ve offended me, the matchmaker, you can slowly regret it later. You’ve brought it upon yourself, you’ve gotten what you asked for.

“Okay, Qingzhu,” Xia Xiaoyu pushed her again gently, “You and Miao Miao go ahead back first, I’ll talk with Brother Qiang a bit more.”

Yu Qingzhu nodded at Gao Qiang, “Hello, Brother Qiang, it’s nothing personal.”

She didn’t apologize; in her eyes, saying hello and providing an explanation was already akin to an apology. There was no need to say it outright and give the other person a chance to take advantage—her experience told her not to be too polite to men.

But you have no reason to target me, do you? Feng Jun helplessly curled his lips, standing up.

As for Yu Qingzhu’s offense, he didn’t bother taking it to heart. That’s right, this is a society that judges by appearance, and while one cannot say beauty equals justice, why take minor, unimportant slights to heart?

He nodded at Gao Qiang, “You two talk, I’m headed back to the private room.”

Yu Qingzhu’s face darkened and she turned her head away from him, disliking people who acted superior and self-righteous.

“Feng Jun!” Xia Xiaoyu spoke up, “Deep down, Qingzhu is actually quite grateful to you. We’re all friends; why make a fuss…”

“Oh, Boss Feng?” At that moment, a woman’s voice came from nearby. Then, a gorgeous lady emerged from behind a pillar. She had originally been eating at a corner table.

The woman was extremely tall, seemingly about the same height as Yu Qingzhu, but with a high bun atop her head, she appeared a bit taller than Yu Qingzhu.

She was a mature woman. In terms of youthful beauty, she perhaps couldn’t compare to Yu Qingzhu, but the dignified grace unique to a sophisticated older woman, coupled with a hint of arrogance, also made for an endlessly charming disposition.

She nodded at Feng Jun and then turned her gaze to Xia Xiaoyu, revealing a slight smile, “I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be Xiaoyu… Why haven’t you visited me lately?”

At the sight of the newcomer, Xia Xiaoyu’s face suddenly flushed, “Sister Hong is here too?”

Initially, she had been concerned for Feng Jun’s safety, and had gone to the Hongjie Clubhouse a few times to cause trouble, even threatening to cut off the power. In the end, however, she was played round and round by Zhang Weihong, truly experiencing how society teaches life lessons.

Yet she didn’t hold any resentment against Sister Hong. The blush on her face now was because… Zhang Weihong knew best, she really cared about Feng Jun.

She had concealed it well, even convincing herself that she must have been bewitched at the time—Feng Jun wasn’t her destined soulmate after all.

But seeing Sister Hong, she couldn’t help feeling a bit of shy irritation—the thoughts of a young girl’s heart, who can really make sense of them?

“I didn’t come here with him,” Sister Hong spread her hands and looked at Feng Jun, “I just saw you two arguing about something… You were such a good couple, what happened?”

Feng Jun stared at her for a long while and then gave a grin, showing his teeth, “Sister Hong, you’ve had too much to drink… Do you need someone to take you home?”

There were three beautiful women at the scene—actually, that girl named Miao Miao wasn’t ugly either, and he clearly chose to be close to Zhang Weihong.

He felt nothing for Xia Xiaoyu, and Yu Qingzhu… as beautiful as she was, was too young and too much trouble to take care of.

Having grown accustomed to the fast-food pace, he was no longer willing to invest all his energy in another passionate love affair.

And Sister Hong, although he had had a physical relationship with her, he had never truly conquered this once gorgeous female superior.

About that day’s incident, Sister Hong wouldn’t listen to his explanation, but it was inconsequential. He would tell her in person eventually.

Even so, he was careful with his words, not saying “Do you need me to take you home?” but instead, “Do you need someone to take you home?”

The world has a population of seven billion people, and Feng was just one of them.

Yet, even though he spoke obliquely, Gao Qiang and Yuan Huapeng couldn’t help but exchange a glance: This guy’s romantic luck was just too incredible, wasn’t it?

Both were men who had long been toughened by the world; how could they not see through such a ploy?

Xia Xiaoyu was one thing, but that girl in the yellow shirt was truly beautiful enough to cause the downfall of cities and nations.

As for Sister Hong, with her looks, figure, and presence, she also qualified as a rarer beauty.

And these three women clearly all had a certain connection with Master Feng—it appeared to be not just a superficial one.

Merely having dinner and encountering three women of such caliber made Yuan Huapeng and Gao Qiang secretly exclaim in admiration: The Master truly is a Master, indeed capable of anything.

But Sister Hong just chuckled softly, gently shaking her head to decline, “No need, I’m here with a client, you see…”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed in a direction.

Feng Jun followed the direction of her finger and sure enough, at the table near the corner surrounded by three men and a woman, all were strangers to him.

Seated in the middle was a man in his early thirties, handsome and well-dressed, with an impressively firm presence.

When he saw Feng Jun look over, he ignored him completely, but instead seemed quite interested in Yu Qingzhu.

This guy had big ambitions! Feng Jun judged instantly. Honestly, with Yu Qingzhu’s looks and aura, it was rare to see someone openly appraising her like this.

Setting aside those clueless kids and street punks, among the societal elite, it was even rarer for someone to behave this way. It required a bold heart or a high stature to do so.

Thinking of Sister Hong having dinner with such a man as a client, Feng Jun felt somewhat disinterested for a moment.

I’ve asked you out so many times, and you say you’re busy, but you have time to dine with this man?

Forget it, it was supposed to be a relationship that ended at daybreak anyway, with no promises from either side. Yet he was the one insisting on seeking forgiveness—it was truly ridiculous when he thought about it.

Then let’s go our separate ways! Feng Jun made his decision, but for some reason, he still felt a knot in his heart.

However, Feng Jun didn’t display any emotion, just giving a slight nod, “In that case, I won’t intrude any further. Elder Yuan, Lao Gao, I’m going back to the private room.”

After finishing, he didn’t wait for anyone’s reaction and walked away briskly.

“Hey,” Sister Hong watched his retreating figure, seemingly wanting to call out to him, but she ultimately didn’t. Instead, she turned her head towards Yuan and Gao, smiling as she spoke, “This guy has always done things his own way, really has no manners.”

Gao Qiang had a hard time resisting her smile. Compared with Yu Qingzhu, Sister Hong was more his type of woman, but since she was involved with Master Feng, he wouldn’t dare let his thoughts wander.

Yuan Huapeng, on the other hand, was more immune to her allure. He asked solemnly, “So you’re the Director Zhang of Hongjie?”