Chapter 226

Mrs. Fang held her coffee cup as she elegantly and haughtily stirred the coffee. She reminded Zhou Lie

and his wife, “But despite our long time friendship, to marry Yun Yun is not that easy. For him to

become the son-in-law of the Fang Family, you people will have to show us that you are worthy.”

When Fang Yun heard this, she proudly raised her chin. She was like a haughty swan as she looked

down on Chu Feng, and her face was full of contempt and disdain, as if Chu Feng getting to meet on

this day was good karma for him that he had accumulated throughout his past lives.

Chu Feng smiled. He was entertained as he watched this family and their performance.

Zhou Ying was very angry. She thought to herself, What on earth is this? How can this type of woman

be worthy of my brother? Yun Muqing is way better than this woman.

The edge of Liu Minglan’s mouth twitched. With a smile, she said, “Yes, yes, I think that they’re a good

match. They’re both good catches.”

“Good match? How are they a good match? In what way are they a good match?” Mr. Fang interrupted

as he frowned. He drummed his fingers on the table with a serious look on his face. He glanced at Chu

Feng and narrowed his eyes. “I see your son. He has good looks. He seems quite masculine,

handsome and energetic. You could say that he has a dignified appearance. But—”

Just as Liu Minglan was about to happily open her mouth, he did an acute turn and started to get picky.

“But, my daughter is well-educated. She is proficient at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She’s a

PhD degree holder from a university in England, she has First Class Honors in Financial Management,

she has won countless honors, and her annual income is more than three million. She also oversees

three listed companies.” As Fang Yun put on a proud and pleased expression on her face, Mr. Fang

pointed at Chu Feng and said with the haughty attitude of an elder, “But what about your son? What

academic degree does he have? What is his career? How has he contributed? What’s his annual

income? Where does his future potential lie? Does he have talent? Does he have ambition?” Mr. Fang

waved his hand and continued with an arrogant demeanor, “Other than good looks, he has nothing

else. How am I supposed to marry my daughter to him? How is he a good match for my daughter?”

Mrs. Fang hald har coffaa cup as sha alagantly and haughtily stirrad tha coffaa. Sha ramindad Zhou Lia

and his wifa, “But daspita our long tima friandship, to marry Yun Yun is not that aasy. For him to

bacoma tha son-in-law of tha Fang Family, you paopla will hava to show us that you ara worthy.”

Whan Fang Yun haard this, sha proudly raisad har chin. Sha was lika a haughty swan as sha lookad

down on Chu Fang, and har faca was full of contampt and disdain, as if Chu Fang gatting to maat on

this day was good karma for him that ha had accumulatad throughout his past livas.

Chu Fang smilad. Ha was antartainad as ha watchad this family and thair parformanca.

Zhou Ying was vary angry. Sha thought to harsalf, What on aarth is this? How can this typa of woman

ba worthy of my brothar? Yun Muqing is way battar than this woman.

Tha adga of Liu Minglan’s mouth twitchad. With a smila, sha said, “Yas, yas, I think that thay’ra a good

match. Thay’ra both good catchas.”

“Good match? How ara thay a good match? In what way ara thay a good match?” Mr. Fang intarruptad

as ha frownad. Ha drummad his fingars on tha tabla with a sarious look on his faca. Ha glancad at Chu

Fang and narrowad his ayas. “I saa your son. Ha has good looks. Ha saams quita masculina,

handsoma and anargatic. You could say that ha has a dignifiad appaaranca. But—”

Just as Liu Minglan was about to happily opan har mouth, ha did an acuta turn and startad to gat picky.

“But, my daughtar is wall-aducatad. Sha is proficiant at music, chass, calligraphy, and painting. Sha’s a

PhD dagraa holdar from a univarsity in England, sha has First Class Honors in Financial Managamant,

sha has won countlass honors, and har annual incoma is mora than thraa million. Sha also ovarsaas

thraa listad companias.” As Fang Yun put on a proud and plaasad axprassion on har faca, Mr. Fang

pointad at Chu Fang and said with tha haughty attituda of an aldar, “But what about your son? What

acadamic dagraa doas ha hava? What is his caraar? How has ha contributad? What’s his annual

incoma? Whara doas his futura potantial lia? Doas ha hava talant? Doas ha hava ambition?” Mr. Fang

wavad his hand and continuad with an arrogant damaanor, “Othar than good looks, ha has nothing

alsa. How am I supposad to marry my daughtar to him? How is ha a good match for my daughtar?”

Mr. Fang spoke intensely. In his air of superiority, he used a few short sentences to reduce Chu Feng to

nothing. Even the waitress who was pouring water by the side had a look of disdain on her face.

The expression on Zhou Lie and his wife’s face darkened. They were seething with rage. Who was he

to speak about their son like that?

The atmosphere had become tense and depressing.

However, Chu Feng smiled like he couldn’t be bothered. The way he saw it, Fang Yun and her family

were like performing monkeys. Why should he get angry over a couple of clowns?

He subconsciously rubbed his chin and checked out his reflection in the glass of the teahouse. As far

as he could remember, Mr. Fang was the first person to ever refer to him as good-looking.

Had he become more handsome?

Zhou Ying, who was sitting there, could not contain her rage. She retorted angrily, “How is he not

worthy of your daughter? My brother is a formidable Gener-”

“Erhem!” Before Zhou Ying could utter the word ‘General’, Zhou Lie, who was sitting opposite her,

quickly coughed and glared at his daughter.

According to the law of Donghua, officers above the rank of Lieutenant Generals were great assets of

the country. Therefore, their personal identities were kept secret, and to expose their identities was a

serious crime.

Zhou Ying hurriedly covered her mouth; she was scared that she nearly made a major mistake.

“I’m from the military,” Chu Feng said nonchalantly as he patted Zhou Ying’s little hand to indicate that

there was no harm done.

“Military? Our country’s military? Then you’re just a common soldier, right?” Mr. Fang laughed. The

disdainful look in his eyes intensified. “Firstly, you don’t have the power. Secondly, you don’t have

freedom. Thirdly, your salary is low, so how are you going to feed your family? With that meagre salary

of yours of three or five thousand, can you afford to buy a car or a house? Can you support your wife

and kids?” Mr. Fang touched the Rolex on his wrist, looking superior. Then, as if he was giving Chu

Feng a heavenly gift, he continued, “Coincidentally, I’m old friends with a few high-ranking officers in

the military. I can make a call and get you transferred, or even get you discharged so that you can

change your profession. Even if you were to become a minor director in a small district, you would still

earn more than you would now in ten years.”